The Week That Was
Holy hell..."The Simpsons" is two decades old. There are people who can vote in presidential elections that have been around for less time than this show.
Friday: Holy crap! The Simpsons have been on for 20 years. I probably should have say “aye carumba,” but whatever. What better band is there than Coldplay to help them celebrate their anniversary? OK, there might be better bands, but I’m still pretty excited to see Chris Martin take himself a little less seriously when animated. Mark your calendars for January 14, 2010. History will be made, sort of.
Saturday: Alright, Thom Yorke. I get it. You’re prolific. Maybe it’s because I don’t like Radiohead that much (please, don’t hurt me!), but I just can’t get excited about Yorke’s new band. They don’t have a name yet, but it’s Yorke, Flea (of Red Hot Chili Peppers fame, of course), Radiohead producer Nigel Godrich, Joey Waronker (drummer for R.E.M and Beck), and Mauro Refosco (multi-instrumentalist for a band I’ve never heard of, Forro in the Dark). They premiered in L.A. last night with a “public rehearsal,” with real shows to follow on Sunday and Monday at the Orpheum Theatre. I may not be excited, but I’m still curious to see what they’re going to do with themselves.
Sunday: Well, in a battle between roller skates and zombies, zombies take the win. Actually, in a battle between roller skates and almost anything, roller skates lost this weekend. Zombieland took the top spot at the box office with an impressive $25 million, while the anticipated Whip It had to settle for seventh place with a “haul” of $4.9 million.
Has anyone seen Paranormal Activity? Are y’all frantically signing that petition to see that it gets a wide release? I haven’t, and won’t because my nighttime fear quotient is already fulfilled by my cats/imagining that the butcher from Midnight Meat Train is in my house. But, the movie’s become a regular cultural PHENOM in the past weeks and my interest is piqued.
Monday: And here I thought someone as reputable as Method Man was on top of his finances. Turns out I’m wrong—the Man (can I call him that?) is facing tax evasion charges. The better factoid from this news story? Learning that his real name is Clifford. When rappers double as big red dogs that helped me learn how to read, my day is made.
Tuesday: Daft Punk and Tron Legacy go together like boozehounds and whiskey. Not only are they scoring the upcoming movie, they’re making a cameo. Too much robot rock for one movie screen to handle, I say.
Animal Collective has made me very happy in the past year—first, they release an astounding record. Then, I discover that they have an imprint called Paw Tracks. Now, they announce that they’re reissuing their 2003 release Campfire Songs. Not my favorite AC album, but I had forgotten how lovely the album art was. I’m almost positive that’s why they’re reissuing it—for the pretty pictures.
Wednesday: HOLD THE PHONE. Sorry for all the Animal Collective news up in hurr, but they might release an album on December 8? Entitled Fall Be Kind? It’s available for pre-order on Amazon right now. Do it…IF YOU DARE. Sorry, the Halloween spirit is getting to me.
Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys is still recovering well! He had a successful surgery to remove the cancerous tumor he was diagnosed with over the summer, and checked in with fans in August. Since then, he’s been spending his time in India with some Tibetan doctors and hanging out with the Dalai Lama (seriously). He’s back home with the family now, and working on several projects—he mentioned in his latest e-mail to fans that Hot Sauce Committee may be released in the first half of next year.
Thursday: Healthcare reform is a mess, Chicago didn’t get the Olympics (which is probably for the best—first I hate Radiohead, and now I hate universal sporting events), but Reuters’ headlines are still crazy as ever. It’s the little things that count, guys!
- “Guy Ritchie still says he loves ‘retarded’ Madonna”: Thank you, Esquire. You already have the best writers, and now, you have the absolute best interview. Ever. I swear to God, if someone doesn’t put that in a card for me on Valentine’s Day, someone’s gettin’ punched.
- “David Letterman sex-blackmail saga earns ratings bonanza”: Saga? Bonanza? These were some EPIC sexual encounters, people. Letterman’s jizz is obviously a mix of gold and panther sweat. But really, what offers a bigger boost in ratings than a messed-up marriage and sexy office sex?
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Oct 09, 2009 @ 12:00 am
