The Entroporium

Susie and I went downtown last night to check out NIN’s warm-up gig at the relatively small Warfield before Trent and his not-so-merry band of Jack White lookalikes (or Interpol-ians gone wrong?) go marching through the festival circuit for the rest of the summer. This was one that I went along with just a bit grudgingly, but Susie wanted and what the heck, if I’m ever going to see them, this was the right venue. I’ve always enjoyed NIN’s semi-electronica bent, though I can’t help but be taken aback by the content sometimes, or relentless lack of it.

The hottest club record in the world right now features a woman acting like a chicken and screaming about Paris Hilton. This I can get with. [Audio-visual] MU – Paris Hilton

The Library of Congress announced the latest additions to The National Recording Registry. These are the sound recordings deemed valuable enough to American history that Congress funds their preservation into perpetuity. 500 years from now — assuming humans are still around — these are the sounds that people will know from our time. So what [...]

This is a shorter entry, and I hope to follow it up with a much longer sequel over the weekend. I’ve only ever bought three records off the turntable at record stores, and none in the last 25 years. The three records were U2′s Boy (which was then available only on import), Brian Eno’s Ambient [...]

When I’m not putting the whammy on boomer rock gods, I’m busy hating on cars. Even though, I must admit, I have a 10-mile commute. Can anybody in Boston verify that this is as amazing as it looks? Agent Cai Guo-Qiang – Inopportune Props to S/FJ.

One of America’s greatest poetic and musical forces is gone at the age of 63. He always claimed to be “just a song and dance man,” but whether he meant to or not, he meant so much more to so many. He will be missed. Props to Sunday Morning Hangover for bringing this to light.