And when I say New Music, I mean new for me:
El Camino by the Black Keys was a Christmas gift. It sounds pretty good so far, but I’m really still absorbing it. It’s definitely a departure from Brothers, and I haven’t decided if that’s a good thing yet.
Yuck is Magnet’s Album of the Year, and it sounds so 1994 that it hurts. Magnet triangulates it somewhere between Sonic Youth and Dinosaur Jr., but I keep hearing Nada Surf’s first EP.
As for Scofield, I just picked up Uberjam on a whim on Amazon MP3 for $4.99. Can’t beat that.
At RedState (h/t: Memeorandum)
“Even if it really was Muslims who bombed the WTC in 1993, and not Mossad, it was still the Jews’ fault for being all Jew-y out there in Jew-land.”
There are so many things about Ron Paul’s basic principles of governance that I do like. It’s a shame that he can’t extricate his constitutional originalism from the racist faux-libertarianism of a Bircher. He does not seem to know what century he’s living in.
Just When You Thought it was Safe...
…and all I keep thinking is “How the hell do you pronounce ‘Weeknd’?” Do you just pronounce it normally, or do you say it like ‘weakened’? Because that’s pretty irritating.”
Anyway, go ahead and download it here.
Don Surber is funny: (h/t: Insty)
20. From Rasmussen: “Romney 45%, Obama 39%.”
They have been saying a generic Republican could beat him. They don’t get more generic than Mitt Romney.
And as Ron Paul peaks, a great many people are going to find Romney’s very inoffensiveness preferable.
I really hope Ron Paul doesn’t get the nomination, because the media is going to put him in a White Robe faster than you can say “Stormfront,” and Obama will win in an obligatory landslide.
ROGER SIMON: ”If Ron Paul is not a racist, he is certainly terrible at picking employees and colleagues.”
But he does so grammatically:
You can also start to feel insane, because you’re tinkering with little bits of audio that you’re trying to trim and sync up, and so you run it back and forth and back and forth. It begins to feel like you’re looking for satanic messages in an 80’s metal album. (note to self: hide subliminal messages in commercial to subscribe to The Byronic Man. Also, to worship Satan). Especially when you spend a long time on one tiny point, you can hear it echoing for a while after you finish. “I’ve never seen this before!… rofeeb!… before… rofeeb!… before… roff… fore… roff!… fore…”
Rofeeb giveth, and Rofeeb taketh away.
DaTechGuy, guest-blogging at FilmLadd, discusses an old movie with an old actor in an old role as an example of Buckley’s indoctrination:
Now, I wouldn’t expect Carl Reiner to give an endorsement to Christianity, but note what he does. All religions are equal, all are valid, there is no “truth”, none of that “Thou shalt have no other Gods but me” stuff. The generic answers given by the “God” in this movie could be, and is given by new age gurus of today who makes the same kind of money that the Reverend Williams does.
No truth, no worship, you don’t need prayer, just know I’m here but I really don’t matter and have nothing to do about it, so unless you are the ’69 Mets, the last miracle God in the movie says he did, don’t bother asking. It’s so simple, the message of Oh, God becomes: “People don’t really don’t need a God”, but that message is delivered in a way so subtle and so discreet that unless someone points it out you can’t see yourself absorbing it. Buckley would have been impressed.
I suppose that’s why I always agreed with South Park’s placement of George Burns in Hell.
Everyone and their dog has taken a shot at the most recent Indiana Jones movie, and rightfully so. Compared to the original trilogy, it’s a staid, bizarre bore. But what’s really wrong with it, at heart?
Well, Red Letter Media has issued its own 2-Part Plinkett Review, which covers the basics: Speilberg Ideas, good; Lucas Ideas, bad. It also suggests that all the principals involved (Ford, Speilberg, Lucas) have lost their mojo, and no longer have the guts to show guts, gore, or possibly offensive things.
That may be well and perfectly true. But I think the real problem is that the fourth movie suffers from this:
When I was a young fool, I wanted a record label all my own. OMG Vinyl is a blog with its own record label, Sweat Lodge Guru.
Merry Christmas. Peace on Earth. Goodwill towards men.