Lou's Radio
Monday, October 15, 2007
Ah, Monday morning. Time to pay for your two days of debauchery, you hungover drones.
Speaking of base and mindless...other than rain I've figured out what slows down the subway. Prepare yourself for a mind bender here.....it's people ! Trains were crowded today for some mysterious reason and sure enough they took forever. Why? because when you get a lot of people cramming into a train sure enough there's those that feel it their duty to stand in the way and allow the door to close on them. And as the door opens and closes on their body they stand there holding up the train. JUST GET THE HELL OUT ! ! ! ! !
Would it kill people to have to wait a whole 5 minutes to wait for the next train?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Marijuana and the Brain, Part II: The Tolerance Factor
Marijuana and the Brain, Part II: The Tolerance Factor
Monday, October 01, 2007
The Monday After
Added benefit, I thought I'd miss the Giants game last night, but the bar had it on. All I can say is, "YES!!!" I knew the blue crew would come through and play Philly hard. 12 sacks hard. As I told my esteemed colleague, the defensive momentum from their stand last week late in the game against Washington would carry over.
How can we invent new ways to lose? How to we self implode and piss away a sure thing? Is there a way to disappoint our fans more than we ever have in the past? Well ask Professor Willie and the Mets because they've managed to do the above and a whole lot more. Ok, fact -- I'm not a Mets fan. But even though, I mean what is going on. I asked a Met fan about a week ago "WTF is going on with your team?" and he was dumbfounded. Is it mental? Is it coaching? who hangs for this? I'll tell you who, the fans. The Mets were a hot ticket this season. I actually went to more Mets games this year than Yankees. Be mad Mets fans, you should be. Burn Flushing, let heads roll. The baseball world gives you permission to be the angriest fans this offseason.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
On Playing Chicken With a Bunch of Pigeons
Yep, this happens to me everyday as I walk home from the subway, and the cigarette girl with her dumpy ass thinks I'm a psycho.
Revampted Blog
Anyway, I've loaded this site with content to make it a one stop shopping solution. For those wishing to stay in touch with my daily activities you've come to right place. With the new blogging features I'm truely hooked into the 'matrix.' For those of you wishing for some randomness and trademark humor you can go fuck yourself. No wait, just kidding you've come to the right place too.
I've hooked up this blog with some tunes, my delicio.us links, a digg news feed and at the top of the page my twitter updates.
Check back for some updates, including deceptive asian ass, playing chicken with some pigeons and the shampoo yarmulke.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Marijuana does NOT cause cancer
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Why men like to gaze on the female form
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Monday, April 23, 2007
The 10 Greatest Mother*#@$ing Cursers in Movie History
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Friday, April 20, 2007
29 Predictions For The Year 2000 (Written in 1900)
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Nintendo Funhouse; the attention to detail is magnificent!
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25 years murder-free in 'Gun Town USA'
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Xbox360 Backwards Compatibility Updated
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
A Whale Dies In Brooklyn
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Give Snoop Dogg His Xbox - Almost Cancels Charity Digg Because No XBOX
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Sunday, April 15, 2007
Rolling Thunder Review
Originally intended as an intimate affair played at club venues, with recitations by Allen Ginsberg this concept was quickly abandoned in favor of larger arenas with higher ticket prices and double performances. Sloman, under pressure from his editors at Rolling Stone, attempted to address these issues with the Dylan Camp resulting in his exile from the tour by Dylan's handlers. Ultimately Sloman would discover that it was the seventy-plus person film crew that was documenting the tour and shooting a scripted movie with Dylan, that was driving up the cost of the tour.

While Slomans book lacks the trashed hotel rooms and half dead hookers of other tour books in the rock and roll canon you get the sense he's searching for some deeper meaning to the rock and roll lifestyle. His interviews with Dylan, Baez, McGuinn and Cohen are intimate, and often over breakfast, over a cup of coffee or after a dinner party. Sloman perhaps best captures the revue's original intention of intimated encounters with the artists. Often playing it loose (for which one can criticize) Sloman at times prods his subjects to address larger issues - even at the expense of making himself a nuisance. But the reason this books works is because Sloman also talks to the man on the streets. A 20 year old kid waiting for tickets to the show in the cold, a struggling guitar player's take on Dylan, a groupie, and some proto hipsters in an all night cafe are all interviewed in this books. It sets up a nice juxtaposition to hear Dylan's own roadies say "the sound of the Rolling Thunder Review is the sound of cash registers ringing."
As for the music, when the tour gets rolling, the show becomes an all star jam. Dylan is at times angry and fierce and at others calm and floaty. Many of Sloman's subjects, which includes performers and fans, say that Dylan was 'loose' and more comfortable that his tours in pervious years. Released only as a bootleg, the recordings from the tour got a proper release in 2002. Below are some video clips of the tour.
Tangled Up In Blue
Isis
It Ain't Me Babe
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Who Gives a Shit.
Niki Hart, AKA Anna Nicole, AKA Skeletor
While we're on the topic of file under WHO GIVES A SHIT, how about the Grannies, I mean the Grammys. Yeah there some bands in there that are okaaayyy, but I mean is this really an event? It's just an excuse for overblown celebs to flaunt their money on the red carpet. Which is total bullshit. I would watch red carpet shows if it was like the Gauntlet at the end of American Gladiators. That would fucking be sweet. Seeing Kanye West dodging missiles and shit. Main stream music today sucks, radio sucks and the people that eat that shit are shit eaters. I mean really, won't we be proud 30 years from now when we can look back and say "Yeahh, the Dixie chicks really represented our generation but it was visionaries like JT that really made relevant music." N*gg* Pleasseeee.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Links for 2007-01-22 [del.icio.us]
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Links for 2007-01-16 [del.icio.us] - Rmail
- Hacking TiVo: 23 Tips to Turbocharge Your DVR Satellite Sweeper
- A History of Home Video Games from Atari to Xbox, Playstation and Wii
- NPR: 100 Best Fictional Characters Since 1900
- Crime Library: crime stories on serial killers, the mafia, terrorists, spies, assassins and gangsters
- Where to find your favorite shows online - TV Squad
- » How to Be a Curious Photographer
- Filthy Wal-Mart: a Photo Essay - a photoset on Flickr
- HaHaUK.com: Evolution of the Controller
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Links for 2007-01-15 [del.icio.us] - Rmail
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Links for 2007-01-12
- Some Hands-On Time With the iPhone - Bits - Technology - New York Times Blog
- Cooking Guide and Recipes for Home Cooks
- A New Sith, or Revenge of the Hope
Reconsidering Star Wars IV in the light of I-III - soviet roadside bus-stops
- The Truth About Myspace
- JAlbum - free web photo album software and photo gallery software
- haha.nu - a lifestyle blogzine
Time Lapse Photo vid. - Free! Icons for your website or application at MaxPower
- Best of Bootie 2006 CD
Mash Up! - Today's Blog Music / The Hype Machine - discover, listen and buy music discussed on the best mp3 blogs
- Jackson Banned From LOTR Prequel
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Links for 2007-01-10
- Zooomr :: Experience the World Through Photos
- http://www.animatedboobs.com/
Pretty easy to figure out - DealCatcher: Free Online Coupons Dell, Amazon, Best Buy, Overstock
- Gothamist: 11 Spring Street: A Look Inside
- A brief summary of 99% of the people you will ever meet in college - The Awful Forums
- 33 Names of Things You Never Knew had Names - Words - Book of Lists - Canongate Home
- 11 Common Misconceptions About Marijuana
- Google Patents
Sunday, January 07, 2007
The Stars - Set Yourself On Fire
Here's an album I pulled from the shelf. I've been listening to this on a regular rotation. It's definitly worth a listen. Here's the review from allmusic :
The artwork for Stars' Set Yourself on Fire is eye-catching and dramatic, like a protest painting or Keith Haring subway drawing. And that's before you find the inside shot of a woman in a ski mask and little else, contemplating a flaming hand torch. The art direction's boldness complements the maturity in Stars' music, where nothing's just indie pop and string arrangements sound as perfect as the keyboards. Vocalists Torquil Campbell and Amy Millan enunciate every word with careful precision, and they sing of remembered high-school romances, dead ex-lovers, and drunk current ones in basic but powerfully evocative language. It's a twentysomething life, told in short story form. In opener "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead," Campbell and Millan's characters don't rekindle their relationship, but they don't apologize for its end, either. "I'm not sorry I met you," they harmonize. "I'm not sorry it's over/I'm not sorry there's nothing to save," and the song's strings and brass build to a surging outro that's the wordless acknowledgement of everything they had. The title track is augmented by strings of its own, keening dizzily in the background of an undeniable electronic pop pulse, and "What I'm Trying to Say" does the same thing, but replaces the strings with electric guitar. "Reunion"'s near-perfect guitar pop brings to mind Spoon, and mid-album mates "Sleep Tonight" and "First Five Times" have different views on the intent of (and locations for) modern romance. The songs blend trumpet, keyboard effects, acoustic guitar, and electronic and analog percussion for an intelligent pop sound that doesn't need bells and whistles to be unique. Stars rely instead on melody, charisma, and lyrics as sharp as any modern essayist, and it's all they need to sell the quiet grandness of Set Yourself On Fire.
Book # 18 - Factotum By. Charles Bukowski
Took another trip thorugh skid row with bukowski. It's his usual fare here of cheap wine, cheap women and dead ends jobs. He kicks around New York, New Orleans and Cincinatti but ultimately is drawn back to the dregs of Los Angeles. Alot of these chapters, and chapter is loose term becuase they are 3 pages at most, feel done to me. But maybe that's because I've seen them or similar prose in his later writing which I have already read. It's not a bad place to start if you're just getting into Buck, but I also feel like alot of the themes and stories in this book get fleshed out later in his career.
