Monday, January 30, 2012
I found this on Gizmodo - a gadget blog run by Gawker Media. It's the Flaming Lips front man channeling his inner Eno with Siri. He's not the first to do the obvious, but this track's simplicity and cohesiveness makes it stand apart even if it's short on originality. It's not a gimmick or hyperactive mash-up for the short attention span set like so many others. Listen to the whole thing, which contains samples from, as Wayne says, "...Lips, Erykah Badu, Siri, and Biz Markie backwards." Also, listen to it sooner rather than later. It's supposed to be pulled after a period of time.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Thanks to Nick Parker and Centerboard, a city once home to movie palaces once again embraces film in its downtown. This time, it's free.
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They'd like folks to rsvp at pulsefilms.eventbrite.com.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The sign says, "DANGER, ASBESTOS..."
Is there an boiler room nearby that no longer carries a fair warning to the dangers lurking inside? It's not a sign to take lightly, nor one that is usually found outdoors and on the ground. I'm even a little afraid to touch it, though it probably hasn't itself come in contact with the stuff.
With one of downtown Lynn's big developers having been indicted on asbestos mishandling and misreporting for one of their Worcester projects, it's a scary thing to see here, peering down from the window of a building they did here -- though this building does not contain any asbestos because it had a reno before Mayo, in the 80's. They do own a bunch of empty properties, though, so who knows? Or, maybe it stuck to someone's shoe coming off a job site -- that's unlikely. Or maybe... oh, I should stop before I get myself in trouble.
How about some music?
This kid Trevor does a really good cover of the Dead Milkmen's Watching Scotty Die, a song about pollution and its consequences. I couldn't find an actual Dead Milkmen or Joe Jack Talcum version with good audio, Besides, Trevor is good, and hopefully one day he won't have to hide in the attic anymore to sing songs.