Volume XLMVIII: The Club Marquee, in Disrepair.

Having trouble getting into Embryonic?  Wayyyyyyy too long for you to even think about, with your busy life and other interests and limited free time and such?  Try this shaved-down version first (using your own mp3s, not mine).  All killer, no filler, 51.5 minutes of creepy, rhythm-centric middle-age paranoia (original sequence retained).  Dig on this, [...]

Two great clips of Gary, Indiana’s prodigal son, courtesy of the great (new to me) blog Yours Truly. First is “Boxframe Cadillac,” then “Murda On My Mind.”

Feed readers, huh? They’ve changed my entire world, too (my world of fast, backlit reading). But there comes a time when you’re scrolling through your 1000+ links and wonder: Hey. What does marathonpacks.com actually look like? You know, in real/virtual html-coursing-through-the-tubes life.
Come by the house for a bit. I’ve remodeled! [...]

“Wes Anderson doesn’t make movies anymore. He creates overly precious paintings inhabited by emasculated man-children who knit sweater vests to the accompaniment of Belle & Sebastian while fantasizing that they’re macho enough to skin a caribou with a pocketknife.”
Vice, “Criterion’s Little Fuck-Ups.” Saves me the time of hating on some of these flicks/directors myself, and [...]