Andrew Sullivan—lamenting Rolling Stone’s slide into irrelevancy and smelling desperation—shakes his head at the cast of Gossip Girl landing a cover piece on the magazine, wondering aloud if The Jonas Brothers are next.
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I’ve got no shortage of excuses for falling off with the blogging. Busy with work? Tennis? Twitter? Beautiful weather today? Take your pick.
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Since Lady GaGa is one of this month’s music recommendations, I’m posting this acoustic rendition of ‘Poker Face.’
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Best of lists are are always highly subjective, so I’m attempting a slightly more quantitative approach with mine. I created a smart playlist in iTunes that would filter for 2008 songs that had the highest play counts and received a five-star rating from me—basically answering the question, ‘Which 2008 songs did I enjoy the most and received the heaviest rotation?’
To correct for the inherent play count advantage songs released earlier in the year had on more recently released tracks, I took each songs’ play count and divided it by the amount of days it had been in my iTunes. My resulting Top 20 list shows the songs that have the highest average play count per days in iTunes.
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Can you get to the end of the video without scoffing, stopping, or shomiting (shomiting is where you are simultaneously vomiting and shitting your pants)?
But in all seriousness, what inner city kid DOESN’T dream of finding an enchanted voodoo Viewmaster that will rapture them to Canadian Guido Paradise Island?
I kid you not, this band is Canadian, despite all signs pointing to a long Jersey Shore heritage.
It’s because of bands like Alphabeat that I think all of Scandanavia is one giant Charlie and the Chocolate Factory diorama come to life.
What is it about the Danish that they’re all so adorable? I swear you want to put this whole band in your pocket and break them out whenever someone’s being a bummer. Fuck Prozac, Paxil, and Zoloft. If I ever feel down, I’ll just take a hit of Alphabeat. I dare you to watch the video with a straight face. If you don’t crack a smile at least once you’re stone cold dead inside.
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I’ve got a stack of posts sitting in my ‘Drafts’ bin that—for one reason or another—never made it to the big leagues. From now on, when it strikes my fancy, I’m going to dip into this bucket of castaways for worthwhile stuff—whether it’s because the post’s topic still applies or because I feel like mocking myself for something that was on my mind and seemingly blog-worthy back then.
This first pick is the former, originally from February 2007:
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JIZZED.
IN.
MY PANTS!
I think ‘Dick in a Box’ has just been ousted as best SNL Digital Short ever. Honestly, the production quality in this short is beyond. It’s beyond beyond. The boys did Kanye better than Kanye does Kanye.
Bonus points to Andy Samberg for bringing in his Lonely Island crew. Jorma’s the other singer and Akiva’s the DJ in the background.
And yes, JT was the pervy janitor.
If NPH is in it, sign me up.
This guy Iman Crosson needs to be hired by SNL, like, NOW. It’s not just his Barack that’s good. His Morgan Freeman, Ludacris, Borat, and John Legend are spot-on and hilarious.
And who doesn’t love Mario Kart and love songs?
It’s been a looooong while since I made a music recommendation (circa March 2006) on the old blog. That’s not to say that I haven’t been encountering some great stuff—my iTunes recently eclipsed the 6,000 mark—because I have. I’ve just been incredibly lazy, but HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS, this album Fancy Footwork by Chromeo is 110% worthy of a shout-out and the whateveritssummer stamp of approval.
Every song is great—far and away some of the best dance/party/rock out in your car/purely enjoyable music I’ve heard in a long time. These guys have distilled everything that is great about 80′s dance pop and have filtered out all the sugary aftertaste. This album is forty balls-out minutes of slap bracelets, Day-glo high-tops, big Whitney Houston hair, Cosby sweaters, keyboard ties, and 227 reruns. If Miami Vice were still on today, this is what Crockett and Tubbs would be blasting from their speedboat on their way to Hall and Oates’ sexy coke party at the Shore Club.
Bonus points for the sick album cover and for the nod to Rockwell on ‘Waiting 4 U.’ Get this album now.
