Archive for March 2009

If Cormac McCarthy wrote for Sports Illustrated

28 Mar 2009

March came sputtering with requisite Madness and brackets and young men worshipped by their peers and fathers. Harsh dusty winds unnoticed outside stadium gates, the multitudes locked inside. Penned in. By their projections and regrets and sadness.

Devendorf rode into Memphis alone. Griffin was already there. Devendorf spoke first, as always.
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Back from Ecuador

24 Mar 2009

Sometimes it takes a week at the equator to realize what’s really important in this life. And I don’t plan on ever being away from the blog for so long again. I know it’s been hard for all of you; it’s been hard for me, too. Harder than you’ll ever know. I just don’t want it to be that hard ever again.

That’s what she said.

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Expand on that: Jackson C. Frank and Nick Drake

12 Mar 2009

People are always saying to me, “Hey, Hornblower, why don’t you write about music on your third-place Web log?” I usually tell them to leave me alone and let me finish the crossword puzzle, but sometimes I listen.

Instead of writing about the new hep cats, I’d like to mention someone who died exactly ten years and one week ago: Jackson C. Frank. I found out about him in high school through a Nick Drake cover of Frank’s song “Milk and Honey,” which cover appears on Drake’s Home Recordings album as well as the Fruit Tree box set. After listening to Frank’s sole, self-titled album, I saw the similarities in their music, and after reading about Frank’s life I saw the unfortunate similarities in their fates. Like Drake, Frank found little mainstream success during his lifetime, but was well-respected among his fellow musicians — Paul Simon produced his album, and with Art Garfunkel covered his “Blues Run The Game.” Frank’s discography is even briefer than Drake’s, however, with just the d├ębut to his credit.
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Dark was the night, cold was the ground

11 Mar 2009

Hello, dedicated readers. I have a lovely thank-you gift for you; I hope you find it useful.

The gift is a presale password to the Dark Was The Night Live concert at Radio City Music Hall. In case you didn’t know…
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Whoa, hey now Pitchfork!

08 Mar 2009

First of all, it takes like a hundred thousand minutes to load, man oh man. Second of all, there’s this big old iPod touch advert that dominates the top of the screen. Third of all, the links on the top of the page make it look like every other music Web site (Brooklyn Vegan, Stereogum, et cetera).
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Hilton Als just can’t stop watching Helen Mirren in “Prime Suspect”

07 Mar 2009

I’m writing this on my iPhone. I’ve been in this room for 36 hours and I don’t see an exit. I don’t know how I got here or where I am, and I don’t know who put me in here. This room, it’s so white. So clean. I can’t breathe, it’s so white in here. Everything except for the television. That goddamn television. Forever playing the same goddamn thing. I’ve been watching Series 4 of Prime Suspect the whole 36 hours, but I don’t see a DVD player anywhere. Someone is out there controlling this, and it’s scaring the hell out of me.
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Liveblogging U2 at Fordham … Sort Of

06 Mar 2009

Well, it’s not exactly live, but it was when I wrote it. So deal with it.

6:44 We’ve been inside for about half an hour and I’m just bodying people left and right, with no regard for safety or decency. There is an aura of despair that pervades this space and seeps through our pores and lives in our veins. There is a man in a grey suit talking all sorts of crazy jive; he’s the hypeman, and I guess it’s his responsibility to keep us entertained before the U2 get here. He asks where people are from and when someone says Sweden, he says that we can all expect massages after the show. I find it repulsive that he would traffic in such baseless stereotypes just for a laugh (which laugh, it should be noted, he did not receive). At first people were accepting of this grey suit man, but the good will evaporated somewhat quickly. It may have been that people were accepting of him when he was joking about their still being drunk and not having gone to sleep the previous night. Basically, when grey suit man stopped talking about the drunkenness of the students, he lost them.

7:00 The hosts of Good Morning America show their faces. Robin Roberts looking good. Sam Champion keeps the crowd wanting more. Savvy move. It’s worth noting, that although I’ve never seen GMA, I knew the hosts’ names, and I was really confused. I was expecting someone else to be there. And a few others, too

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