Rock it Like Old Times

Let's rock it like old times. Take me home to my friends and we'll all spend the night together.

This Sh!t Just Got Real

So I am a bit late on this review, (I wanted a chance for it to sink in, and also saw it again), but better late than never. We here at I Always Wanted To Be A Tenenbaum cannot get enough of the genius of Messrs. Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright, and Nick Frost. These are the geniuses behind 2004's brilliant, cult new classic Shaun of the Dead (although if you are the sort of person drawn to the erudite, witty writings and well-made drawings that are our staple, and you are adventurous enough to delve deep into Internet to find them, then you are most likely pretty swell and you probably already knew that).

I, for one, never thought that they (nor anyone else for that matter) could touch the slick editing, brilliant timing, and extremely well-executed injokes and riffing that Shaun of the Dead was rife with. Well, sirs and madams, I was proved wrong. Hot Fuzz surpassed all of my expectations, which were frankly quite high. This movie manages to capture all of the things that make action movies action movies and take them to such a ridiculous degree that they become sublime. Mr. Pegg is perfect in his first foray from playing slackers (See Shaun, Spaced's Tim Bisley) and brings the right amount of seriousness to his portrayal of supercop Nicholas Angel. Certainly there are large traces of Shaun's lovably clueless best friend Ed in Nick Frost's Danny Butterman, but really, does anyone mind? Completing the crew is the similarly great directing of Edgar Wright. This time he overdoes his signature quick-editing style to mirror the new crop of action directors (and with a reported 1,700 shots and 6,500 edits, we're talking extremely slick and quick). There are also enough cameos of British comedians to keep any observant fan of good comedy happy, including the always hilarious Stephen Merchant as the owner of a mischievous swan. Also watch for Peter Jackson as a particularly stabby Father Christmas. I don't want to ruin any of the jokes by giving them away here, but please just go see for yourself. I, being the Anglophile I am, may be a little biased, but suffice it to say, Hot Fuzz is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. I am not the sort of person that exaggerates a lot, ("like OMG, that was like the funniest thing ever, lolzz" equals "shoot me now"), but I will repeat it: Hot Fuzz is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. Do yourself a favor and rush out to see this immediately.

Hot Fuzz Official Site

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Grow

Out the ears

The Imaginary Foundation inspired me to sketch this a month ago. I encourage you to check out their wonderful t-shirts. I am the proud owner of their 'Birdman' tee.

Imaginary Foundation

Pigeons, or, Why carry a five-iron

Bluebird Singing in the Dead of Night

(c) 4.13.07 Ian Smith

Emotion is the source of reason. Epistemology is overrated.

Architecture:
http://www.cleinge.com/
http://www.noticiasarquitectura.info/default.asp

Cute-Core Music:
Shelby Sifers
(I would also add our good buddy Jacob Borshard to this category).

So It Goes

Yesterday, April 11, 2007, America lost one of its most distinct and darkly satirical literary voices. Kurt Vonnegut Jr. was a journalist, author, playwright, sometime teacher, essayist, and social critic. I personally find him to be the most unique writer I have encountered. I first came upon Mr. Vonnegut when reading his short story "Harrison Bergeron". I was immediately hooked and proceeded to read nearly all of his work, starting with the wildly inventive masterpiece Slaughterhouse-Five, and continuing on through my personal favorites Cat's Cradle and Bluebeard, to Breakfast of Champions, Deadeye Dick, Sirens of Titan, the short story collection Welcome to the Monkey House, and even the lesser known God Bless You Mr. Rosewater and Galapagos. In honor of the passing of my favorite author, I present my top 5 Kurt Vonnegut works.

1. Bluebeard (1987)- The fictional autobiography of Abstract Expressionist painter Rabo Karabekian. This isn't known as the best Vonnegut work, but it is my favorite. It is also the reason I can appreciate Jackson Pollack (No it was not Mr. Haller).
2. Cat's Cradle (1963)- A (sort of) apocalyptic novel that introduces Vonnegut made-up religion Bokononism. Incidentally, in 1971 the University of Chicago awarded Vonnegut his Master's degree in anthropology, accepting Cat's Cradle as his thesis.
3. Breakfast of Champions (1973)- The story of Pontiac dealer Dwayne Hoover and recurring character, science fiction writer, Kilgore Trout. This work includes Kurt Vonnegut as a character himself, and weaves through convoluted narrative the story of one man going insane due to his "bad chemicals."
4. Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)- The story of Billy Pilgrim, his presence during the allied bombing of Dresden, and his journey through time to the planet of Tralfamadore. This work explores Vonnegut's own experience in Dresden.
5. Welcome to the Monkey House (1968)- This collection of short stories features such standouts as "Harrison Bergeron," "Report on the Barnhouse Effect," and "The Euphio Question."

All told, Mr. Vonnegut produced a staggering body of work that spans six decades and features more than one contender for the great American satire.

Lastly, here is Mr. Vonnegut being interviewed by Mr. Stewart on The Daily Show, from 2005.

You Sparkle Like Our Filthy City

I noticed something really strange recently when I was checking out my Last.FM profile. While perusing the top overall artists section, I noticed an aberration. Certainly the first two are no surprise to me; Bright Eyes is the unquestionable numero uno, and for some odd reason, I find listening to The Crane Wife to be extremely comforting while riding my bicycle to class (explaining the number two rating for The Decemberists), yet sitting there in number three was this man. I knew that I'd been listening to a lot of him recently, I have had "You're In Love Again" stuck in my head more times than I can count in the past few weeks, and "Grass Stains" is pure joy to listen to (as well as quite a lot of fun to watch), yet this still was a surprise to me at first. Where were the Ben Kwellers and the and the Sufjan Stevens' and the Arcade Fires'?

The answer is that considering that my profile reflects my listening from late January on, they are right where they should be. Granted, with enough time, such kicks will be neutralized, and the charts will reflect everything accurately, but when that does happen, Jacob Borshard won't be left in the dust. He is legitimately making a case to be included in my top 10 at least. This is a case where the sum of the music is much much greater than the sum of the parts: in this case, a beautiful tenor and a ukulele.

Mr. Borshard manages to write bedroom pop in the vein of a less orchestral Stuart Murdoch, or a poppier Ben + Vesper, yet despite the somewhat twee sound, he backs it up lyrically too. Phrases like "I know the black of your dress like the back of your neck" from "For Karina" invoke gorgeous imagery and beauty in even the most callous listeners, and the titular "You're in love again, and I've never seen you look so pretty, you sparkle like our filthy city" from the previous "You're In Love Again" just capture my imagination and tug at the old heartstrings. Best of all, however is that both of his albums, 2004's "Songs for a Small Stereo", and 2006's "The Last Brontosaurus" are available as free downloads from his website.

On the Moon/On the Move/Desolate

Abe-Kido and Other Games

Brandon Bird's illustrations are farcical interpretations of cultural mainstays. His sense of humor is unique with a fair measure of cultural criticism; I think his work characterizes April 1st (except without the fooling part). I think I would compare the overall effect of his humor with that of Heath Robinson or David Shrigley. The imagery of his work resembles any of the advertisements done by one of my heroes, Norman Rockwell.

I think his illustrations would translate nicely into street art, and especially t-shirts.


Brandon Bird
William Heath Robinson
David Shrigley
Norman Rockwell

I am planning a trip to London. So far I have the airfare to $401. More on that later.