Wednesday, September 08, 2004
- The Museum of Depressionist Art redefines the classics of Western (and Eastern) Civilization, and then some - as exemplified by the masterworks Rogaine®, The Early Years and The Lester Children Find Mommy's Happy Pills [via No Milk, Please]
- TiVo teams up Netflix to offer downloadable movies. Questions: How much $, and how many times can you play the downloaded movies? It is cost-effective and worth the price? [via Anil Dash]
- Another interesting idea: subscribe to Film Movement and receive an exclusive release critically-acclaimed or award-winning indie film (that hasn't been splattered all over your local megaplex) on DVD - to keep - for under $20 a month [via Trout Fishing in South-Central Wisconsin, the blog formerly known as Dear God Damn Diary]
- End of an Era: London will decommission its legendary Double Decker bus fleet by the end of 2005
- At long last, the Log Cabin Republicans have abandoned Bush [Daily Kos]
- Well, I'll be damned: Dim Byd O Gwbl, a blog in Cymru (Welsh)
- The Etmology of "Abooga...Rrrraip": C. Jodi at the Journal of the Demographically Insignificant gives us the dirt on Philip Gourevitch's New Yorker piece, "Bushspeak," which explains that George W. Bush's "everyman" lingo is actually a disarming populist cover for his true underlying political and statesmanly genius. "Chauncey! Chauncey Gardner!"
- Speaking of misunderstood genius, have you ever had the pleasure of hearing The Shaggs' classic tune My Pal Foot Foot?
DEPENDING on whom you ask, the Shaggs were either the best band of all time or the worst. Frank Zappa is said to have proclaimed that the Shaggs were "better than the Beatles."
More recently, though, a music fan who claimed to be in "the fetal position, writhing in pain," declared on the Internet that the Shaggs were "hauntingly bad," and added, "I would walk across the desert while eating charcoal briquettes soaked in Tobasco for forty days and forty nights not to ever have to listen to anything Shagg-related ever again."
Such a divergence of opinion confuses the mind. Listening to the Shaggs' album "Philosophy of the World" will further confound. The music is winsome but raggedly discordant pop. Something is sort of wrong with the tempo, and the melodies are squashed and bent, nasal, deadpan.
Are the Shaggs referencing the heptatonic, angular microtones of Chinese ya-yueh court music and the atonal note clusters of Ornette Coleman, or are they just a bunch of kids playing badly on cheap, out-of-tune guitars?" [Susan Orlean, "Meet The Shaggs"]
- Engrish.com picture of the day: Watermelon Pig Candy