Updates on my music notes from last week:
1. Jon Pareles agrees with my Madonna observation in this weekend’s New York Times Arts section, although he takes it more positively than me: “It’s the kind of album a record company longs for in the current embattled market: a set of catchy, easily digestible, mass-appeal songs by a star who’s not taking chances…. Her grand statement on ‘Hard Candy’ is nothing more than that she’s still around and can still deliver neat, calculated pop songs.”
2. When I tell other “AI” watchers David Cook is dweeby, they look at me in shock. Which tells me two things. One, that a Simon Cowell-anointed series of appearances on national television, coupled with some honest to goodness talent, does wonders for one’s public impression. And two, that his combover is really good.
3. Seriously: new music from the Odds! Go listen!
Month: April 2008 (Page 1 of 2)
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Crazy data points. If you digest this the right way it’s very empowering. I personally spent Saturday home with the TV off and got lots done; Sunday night we watched TV and did nothing. Need more TV-off days
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Entirely true. Number of friends of mine ouside my digital circle who use Twitter: 0. And that includes people I know who are aware of it and would enjoy it, but just don’t see the point
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As the commenters on Gothamist note, if this were truly a selfless donation, there’d be no need to rename (or deface) anything
1. I figured out this morning my disappointment in Madonna’s 4 minutes: she’s running with the pack. Timbaland and Justin Timberlake are ringers, sure shots, contemporary 2007-2008 American pop.
Yawn. I loves me the Timbalake output, but not in this context. This is not the Madonna who brought Eurodisco and gay culture to pop, who helped define music video, who discovered or promoted talent ranging from William Orbit to Alanis Morissette to Ali G. Madonna’s new track suggests that, for the first time, she isn’t ahead of the game. Which, as a near-50-year-old mother of three, perhaps she doesn’t have to be. But it’s a game-changer for her, and not in a positive way.
2. I’m watching “American Idol” this season for the first time (Amy’s fault), and I have two observances. First, that it truly is a popularity contest–Carly Smithson was by far more deserving than the pretty-boy and flaxen-haired competition that remains.
Second, and more importantly, David Cook is my hero. If that guy wins, man, it’s like a dream come true for a million dweeby high school guitar god wannabes. Gotta love a guy who name-checks Big Wreck and Patrick Swayze on his national profile.
3. Seriously, have you listened to the New Odds yet? Brendan Benson could learn a thing or two from Craig Northey, I tell you what.
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PDF of the rehab of the 96th St 1/2/3 subway station. Clever image manipulation, although it doesn’t hide the halved sidewalks or explain the impact. Nice touch: the included list of recommended shrubbery
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OMG new music from the Odds
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I’ve made the trades
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This was me. I knew lots of area codes around the US, and every prefix in northern New Jersey–important for not dialing BBSes that were toll calls (at 1200 baud). Quickly losing purpose, although it has its moments
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OMG it’s a press release about me
So much new knowledge:
~ The Close Door elevator button doesn’t do anything except pacify impatient riders.
~ Clarins, my former employer, who has sworn for years that it wants to remain independent, is installing a new CEO as the son of the founder steps down, throwing his and his brother’s majority family ownership into long-term question.
~ Lancome, Orlane and Sisley, three major beauty brands, were all founded by different generations of the same family. (Side learning: reading T Magazine online is abhorrent.)
~ The infamous waiting list for Hermes Birkin bags doesn’t exist.
~ And, not least, this taste-test of dogs’ preferences for gourmet treats versus good ol’ Milk-Bones. No spoilers here.
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Dale! Bring back the poker game! We need to win your money
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For the great footnote: Barry Bonds was on “90210” in 1994… in an episode that dealt with cheating in sports
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More about Dale (who totally killed our poker game which makes me sad but omg what a great gig for him)
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Wryly accurate
We moved into our apartment one year ago Sunday. To commemorate the occasion, I made a narrative collage of some of the many lovely details of our century-old home, which we strived to reveal wherever possible.
Our apartment is full of little surprises that make it fun to occupy: patterned glass transom windows, thick solid-wood doors and inlaid wood floors, the huge Magic Eye peephole, restored leaded-glass bathroom windows, and call buttons for the maid/butler in the dining room floor and master bedroom door frame, which make us marvel at how space has changed: once upon a time, our relatively humble 1000 square feet or so housed an owner and his help.
The collage can be viewed here. Enjoy it. We do.
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Fritz is sounding better and better
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Improv Everywhere topped themselves on this one. Jim Gray? The Goodyear Blimp? And I thought dancing in the Union Square DSW was cool….
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Randomness: my friend Adam, ringing the closing bell of the NYSE
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Seth shows his age here: we don’t IM anymore, we text