I’ve had sporadic internet access the past several days. Also, I got a new job that I’m pretty excited about!
If you wouldn’t mind, please contact my people.
Marathonpacks’ Eric Harvey tries to unpack what bothers him about Girl Talk. I’ll simply refer you to this post at Riff Market, which more or less sums up my feelings about Girl Talk. It’s a “subtlety” that Eric misses out on, another intermediary layer for Girl Talk’s “public” persona, the irony here being that we have an artist who flaunts copyrights and assumes a “secret” identity* meant to set him apart from indie careerists, protect his job security, whathaveyou, making him a cross between Clark Kent and Jem, who then relies on complex of handlers to maintain his image and limit media access. They’ll even instruct you on what you’re allowed to discuss in interviews! Hooray for the Information Age!
*[Results 1 — 10 of about 140,000 for greg gillis girl talk. (0.36 seconds)]
You better ask Tally first.
If you like electric Miles, or just On the Corner, you better sit down. A six disc box called Bey-on‑d the Corner has been unofficially announced for release later this year.
Are you there God? It’s me, Arthur.
Jay Babcock lays his half of Arthur to rest in L.A. Since being declared either “dead” or “on hiatus” last month, Arthur quickly became the Anna Nicole Smith of music rags, and apparently Babcock chose to get the corpse in the ground as fast as he could.
Who wants yesterday’s papers?
Listen: Deerhunter — “White Ink”
Last night’s Frontline report on the cat and mouse between mainstream media and new media was pretty enlightening. It was also a telling illustration of how America’s priorities have changed under deregulation, beginning with the Reagan Administration. Most importantly perhaps is that we’re now living under the crass tutelage of the worst robber barons in history, creating a new labor pact in which we’re all interns producing information for a corporate megalith. [Hi Google!]