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Thank You #1

6 Nov

I thought I would take a minute to say thank you to all contributors, supporters and visitors.  You are what makes this fun and worth doing.  I wanted to give a special thanks to Joeboy, Andee and Marena.

Joey,

You are the first one who encouraged me to run with this idea and you’re always there to offer support when I feel as though this blog is an exercise in futility.

Andee,

Your sheer volume of posts in the past couple of weeks is impressive to say the least and I’m glad to have you as a collaborator and idea man.

Marena,

Not only do you post almost as much as I do, you’re probably funnier than I am.  You also provide a much-needed female voice.

Sincerely,

The Self-Hating Hipster

I hope this is the first thank you of many!

M83 – Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming

6 Nov

Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming turned out to be one of the more pleasant surprises of 2011.  Anthony Gonzales remarked some months before the release that it was going to be epic.  He wasn’t too far off.  It’s a neon glitter bomb.

It has all of what made M83’s prior albums great, and despite being a double album, the listener comes away feeling as though some of the fat has been trimmed.  Few songs exceed five minutes and those that do are very listenable unlike some of the sparse, sprawling bon voyages on Continue reading

George Bellows and Boxing

5 Nov

When I was younger, my father, who was (and still is) a Hudson River painting collector/dealer, tried desperately to expose me to as many different things as possible and is probably the main reason that I am the collector/hoarder that I am today.  I do greatly enjoy and respect the luminescent pastorals that the Hudson River School had to offer and hung from time to time in my house, but at the same time, they were not the types of paintings that I saw myself owning and hanging in my own house.

One evening, my father, as he was wont to do, asked me to review a Sotheby’s catalog with him in our living room at home.  There were a number of Hudson River School paintings of interest that were up for auction, but as he continued to flip through, something caught my eye.  It was a lithograph of Bellows’ “Preliminaries (to the Big Bout)” (1916).

The subject matter coupled with the close attention to figures and Continue reading

Resident Evil: Code Halloween

2 Nov

I figured I’d post on Resident Evil as my friend and RE guru, Steve and I dressed up as RE characters for Halloween and because what better time than the Halloween week to revisit the survival horror classic. Continue reading

Glengarry Glen Ross

30 Oct

I was first introduced to this movie in the spring of 2004 by my cousin.  I had never heard of the movie prior to his recommendation. He simply said, “I’m going to show you a clip, and if you don’t want to see the movie afterwards, I’ll be confused…”  This is the clip that he showed me: Alec Baldwin’s “Motivational” Sales Speech.  If you don’t intend to watch the entire scene, please skip to 6:13 to at least get an idea of what I’m talking about. Continue reading

Amis – The Rachel Papers

30 Oct

The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis (1973)

Hipster Highway.

This was the fourth novel that I read by Amis (I’ve since read Dead Babies) and the second that I have reviewed.  It’s a very quick and satisfying read.  The Rachel Papers also, more than any other Amis novel, makes me want to visit London.

Charles Highway is by far the most likable protagonist of the Amis works that I have read.  His witty repartee and unmistakably teenaged sexual neuroticism are all too familiar and terribly fun.  That being said, Continue reading

Disc Golf

30 Oct

Disc golf aka frolfing is just plain fun as hell.  For those of you that don’t know what disc golf is, I will try to explain it as simply as I can: golf with frisbees.  The discs aren’t your typical frisbees that get tossed around in college quads, but rather thinner, slightly smaller discs that fall into one of three categories: drivers, mid-ranges and putters.

Drivers are the thinnest, most aerodynamic of the three and are as you could probably assume, intended for distance.  The discs can be assigned all sorts of ratings that govern how the disc sails.  Mid-ranges are slightly thicker and are used almost like a 3 wood is in golf. Putters are the thickest of the three and intended for putts and approaches.

Unlike golf, the “holes” aren’t holes, they’re baskets.  You throw a disc into the suspended chains and hope that it drops in the basket.  If you’re me, it doesn’t happen as often as you’d like.  Typically, courses are 18 holes, but some bigger courses have 27 or more.

The greatest thing about disc golf is its accessibility.  Most courses are free or entirely reasonable (I paid $5 for 18 holes in Maine).  The discs themselves are also inexpensive.  The best discs are only about $16.  I was able to get two drivers, a mid-range and a putter for an investment of $60.  When you think about it, the average round of golf (18 holes and w/ a cart) is about $30 and some people are willing to drop hundreds of dollars on a single club.  Most rounds of disc golf cost me about $9 in gas.

The game itself is just relaxing.  Most courses weave in and out of the woods and so you’re pretty much hiking as you play.  Disc golfers are some of the most “chill” people (I absolutely hate using that word, but I cannot think of a more accurate term); they are comprised mostly of hippies and stoners, but more importantly, they are nice and respectful of the courses (and I don’t have to talk to them about the jam scene).  Disc golf is the type of game where you and a buddy can show up with your discs and a 6-pack.

I also have to say that although it can be frustrating, I never really get angry with disc golf…and I have a particularly childish problem with sportsmanship.  I’m the type of person that will double-fault in tennis and reshape a racket on the ground.  I am still learning i.e. I suck, but I haven’t lost it yet.

More and more courses are starting to pop up.  There are now three courses within an hour of the greater Albany area.  Leagues run for singles and doubles in the spring, summer and fall.  I’m considering joining a league come springtime.

My friend Steve and I played at Joralemon Park in Coeymans, NY.  It’s a nice course to have so close.  And it’s free.  We mans-gamed it through 18 holes even though it started snowing at around hole 12.  By the end, we were soaked, freezing and satisfied.  It took about 45 minutes to get feeling back in my fingertips, not to mention the fact that I threw a + 3,000, but I had a great time.

Indie Canon Inductee: The Apples in Stereo

30 Oct

16 years and still going strong.  And with a release in 2010, they now have albums released in three different decades.

Aside from their continuing staying power, the Apples in Stereo are to be recognized in particular for their earlier releases.

The Apples in Stereo’s first release in 1995, Fun Trick Noisemaker, is a lo-fi, psych pop treasure and one of my favorite albums of the 90’s.  It was also the first major release of the Elephant 6 Collective.  Robert Schneider (not to be confused with B-52’s Rob Schneider) effectively channels Brian Wilson in his melodies and adds a fun, poppy twinge with his manboy vocals.  I never really tire of this album thanks to tracks like “Green Machine” and “Lucky Charm.”

Tone Sole Evolution in 1997 is a very listenable follow up to Fun Trick Noisemaker though it doesn’t have the same air of start-to-finish greatness; there are some definite peaks, notably “Seems So” and “You Said That Last Night,” but there are also a handful of dips.  Most noticeable is the increase in production.  All in all, the album is above average and leaves the listener just shy of totally satisfied.

1999’s Her Wallpaper Reverie absolutely glows.  Released in the same year as fellow Elephant 6’ers Of Montreal’s The Gay Parade and The Olivia Tremor Control’s Black Foliage, The Apples in Stereo begin to experiment with tracking and trippy instrumentation.  The album is sprinkled with a sometimes playful and sometimes terrifying theme loop.  Schneider’s songwriting is at its tightest on this record in songs like “The Shiny Sea” and “Benefits of Lying (With Your Friend).” The album’s pinnacle, “Strawberryfire,” would easily find a place in my top 25 singles of the 1990’s.

Though their albums after Her Wallpaper Reverie are all okay and very accessible, they never quite garner the charm that these first three records do.  Also to be noted in this induction is front man, Robert Schneider’s, producing prowess.  On top of releasing some of the best records of the 90’s with The Apples in Stereo, Schneider also produced some of the best records of the 90’s in The OTC’s Dusk at Cubist Castle (one of the first reviews I wrote for the site), Beulah’s When Your Heartstrings Break and Neutral Milk Hotel’s In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.

Museum Replicas Limited

27 Oct

It is not often that I consider myself blessed, but every two months or so, our apartment receives a copy of Museum Replicas Limited and I immediately retreat to the bathroom to leaf through it on the can.  I got a copy in the mail shortly after my roommate and I moved in and the first thing I thought was I bet these guys made a mint with all the bros the Halloween after 300 came out in theaters…”I NEED a costume that is COOL and can show EVERYBODY how JACKED I am!”  This catalog is anything but cool (at least in the traditional sense). Continue reading

Phantom Beard

27 Oct

I feel even worse posting this after Marena’s 3rd installment of beardophilia, but two days ago, I shaved off my beard for the first time in over a year for Halloween.  I feel absolutely naked.  Strange breezes are chilling my cheeks when I’m outside.  People ask for my identification more often.  I can’t save snacks for later in my mustache.

I am also experiencing what I will call “Phantom Beard Syndrome.”  PBS is very similar to the phenonmenon of phantom limbs.  For example, an amputee sometimes experiences severe pain in the big toe of a foot that was amputated years ago.  I on the other hand will go to cup my chin in my hands and slip without the half-inch buffer of beard, or attempt to twist my mustache in deep though only to graze my knuckles on stubble.  The pain I’m suffering is not physical pain (aside from the razor burn on my neck).  No, my phantom beard is causing mental anguish.

My beard has gone through many different stages over the years.

And…

A few days of growth has done nothing for my spirits.  Some people have actually complimented me saying that I look better without the beard.  Those people are idiots.

The one consolation is that beards do grow back.  If anybody knows of any beard steroids, please drop me a line.  Until then, I will just hope and wait; and when my beard does finally return, I will welcome him back with dimpled cheeks.