Music

Revenge Porn by Cee Lo

By Mr. Brownsuit

Like many of you, when I’m hit with a friend’s all-too-frequent “Dude, you have to see this video!” excitement, I curse YouTube and settle in for 2 minutes of life I’ll never get back. Yet, every so often, the baton is passed and before you know it – you’re that guy. Today, that guy is me. Seriously, you have to see this video!

Quite possibly the best song ever written and sure to be [ Read More...]

The Inevitable Demise of the Pop Superstar

Braincookies by Xifer Fortier

I recently browsed through Here Come the Regulars: How to Run a Record Label With No Money by Ian Anderson. No, not THAT Ian Anderson (godfather of hobbit-rock). THIS Ian Anderson owned an indie record label in 2003. He was 18. The book was published in 2009. To be honest, I didn’t get very far — it was in the bathroom, and my house-mate [ Read More...]

Cocaine + Music = Genius. Duh.

Braincookies by Xifer Fortier

Let’s talk a little about the longest lasting marriage in show business, shall we? I’m speaking, of course, about music and cocaine and the way they interact – for better or worse.

Cocaine-use, in my experience, turns up as a personality trait. This observation is glib and a little judgmental, but true. From a musical standpoint, I’m not convinced that this is all bad. Am I making a pro-coke statement [ Read More...]

Caribou and the Art? Behind Math Rock

Braincookies by Xifer Fortier

I hated calculus.

I aced math through junior high and high school. Given my adolescent awareness of life’s contradictions, math was comforting. There was an answer that was correct or not. There was proof. Math helped feathered-hair, acne-pocked me understand what was happening: how tall I wasn’t, the price of beer versus the pittance of my allowance, would she ever kiss me, when, and how many times?

Two eighths made [ Read More...]

To Do: Buy Kneepads

By Erin Feher

Remember when you were six and you had a list of incredibly cool things that you wanted to do when you grew up? Well, that list worked out pretty well for me (live in California, write a book, marry someone who hails from a sketchy South American country, own one of those one-piece bathing suits with the stomach cut out), so I never really abandoned the habit. And now I have a new [ Read More...]