>>> Did anybody see that crazy interview with Justin Timberlake where he totally railed against the tool singer that sings that tool Ford pickup truck song or whateverthefuck from American Idol (as well as all things Idol)? He was basically lamenting what most thinking people already know: That this American Idol shit is basically rat poison for the American Mind, and with each new episode, our collective national sense of what comprises entertainment/talent plummets to new depths until, finally, sadly, we are the Sweatpants of Nations. Of course, we’re paraphrasing, and of course Timberlake’s manservant publicist put some whole other spin, but JT, we read you loud and clear. He plays the Electric Factory to an increasingly gay, middle-aged audience that will keep him in Pharrel beats for some time to come. Go with God, young man.
>>> It’s hard to say whether there was or will be a worse time, historically, to name your band Beirut (pictured), but that does not seem to be stopping people from utterly freaking about about this 12-piece outfit. Nuetral Milk Hotel fans seem to want to molest them and make them wear tattered E6 clothes (gross), but here, inform your own mind:
Beirut: “Postcards From Italy” [mp3]
Beirut: “Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)” [mp3]
We’re getting a way more Amelie/Jaques Brel/Syd Barret thing, and there can’t be a damn thing wrong with that. At the Khyber with Get Him Eat Him and Last Love DJs feat. Darshana and Chetana Borah upstairs.
>>> Partytrainsoldiers, compute this: Paradise At Key West, Daughters at the First Unitarian Church.

This entry was posted on Thursday, August 24th, 2006 at 4:06 pm.