Ponyo (2009)

Time to take advantage of the blog's new facelift.


Michael Jackson (or, the Boy Who Would Not Grow Up)

TIME just posted this new heartbreaking photo album, The World Mourns Michael.

I made a Jackson 5 remix here. Hopefully does some justice to the original, though it seems impossible!

Can't get this song out of my head.



Intuition & VerBS

New music.

Intuition & VerBS - See Us (MP3)

That's one kind beat!

Check out their awesome, free, short-but-sweet, mixtape riiiight here.

~east of la


Film Stock: The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007)

“Jesse James ain’t like you and me…”
- Robert Ford

A mouthful of a title for an eyeful of a movie. Yes, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007) is one of the most visually stunning movies I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, not for the vibrant colors and exotic locales – there are none of these, unless you’d consider Missouri to be exotic… – but for the breath-taking beauty evoked in its muted earth tones and bleak landscapes. Sprawling shots of the Old West are largely empty – of foliage, of structures, and of people – communicating the loneliness and emptiness felt by each and every character showcased in the film. The scenery only enhances what is a truly epic story of idol worship and distortion of celebrity, presenting facts alongside possibility in an almost jarringly realistic and gripping way. The Assassination… does not glamorize Jesse James, nor does it demonize him, and therein lies its greatest strength. So loosen up that tie, kick up your feet, and get ready for some eloquent, philosophical musings.

The titular characters are played to a T by Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck, respectively. Pitt’s Jesse James carries the right amount of menace, sympathy, and mystique. We are never truly savvy to exactly what is going on just behind those slightly glazed eyes of his, but it seems to border on either insanity or genius. Affleck’s Robert Ford, on the other hand, is almost painfully earnest. He is devoted to his hero, James, as if he were a cool older brother, and strives for his acceptance and love in a childlike way. As these two ‘tagonists interact and circle closer and closer to their inevitable collision, you have no idea who to root for. You know it will culminate in the assassination of Jesse James by the coward Robert Ford (is the title really a spoiler?), but questions of heroism and villainy, cowardice and bravery cloud the morals more than Johnnie Cochran. Utilizing impeccable camera tricks of the trade, a stellar cast, and a moving score, sophomore director Andrew Dominik is voted most likely to be stomped by an aspiring auteur. The Australian writer-director is living the art house dream, making personal movies on an epic scale, and with a budget to boot. And he’s only made two films… the first of which was the equally acclaimed Chopper (2000). When you’ve only made two films, and both are award-winners, you’re bound to make some enemies.

The Assassination… is an anti-Western of sorts, even more so than Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven, the most name-dropped anti-Western of all time. It doesn’t glorify gunplay and violence; it simply presents them as a necessary and common part of the American Old West. The effects are brutal as all hell, but it is an essential part of the world of Jesse James. The gunfighters more often than not miss their targets; no one goes out in a blaze of glory. The characters are mostly two-faced, motivated only by money and personal survival. In short, it is a harsh, harsh world. Because of this, the beauty of The Assassination… is surprising. In a story where it seems like everything is always on the verge of collapse, everything is all the more precious.  The climax of the film, the titular event, is not the final showdown depicted in most Westerns. It is instead an event motivated by emptiness. Jesse James, Wild West outlaw, is depressed and despondent, jaded by the world and the life he lives in it. He is not of the stuff that legend would make him out to be, but just a man. Robert Ford is alone, desperate for the recognition and infamy that his boyhood hero has shirked. In a way it’s almost a passing of the torch, as Ford’s life begins to mirror James’ in all the wrong ways after the assassination. Just as Jesse became famous, a kind of Robin Hood figure, Robert becomes infamous, the killer of a national treasure. It is cyclical and bleak, but in the films closing shot – Robert Ford defiantly facing his own assassin – there is a strange sense of hope, of a lesson-learned and a life-lived. Of catharsis.

-Alex Brundige


J. Cole - The Warm Up (mixtape)

This guy came out of obscurity pretty much. 
Big time Jay-Z vibe, he even gives Dead Presidents a shot:

He's got some emotional stuff and a pretty cool story (packed his bags one day and moved to the big city, where he didn't know a single person) 

download his free mixtape right here:


Discovery - Carby (ft. Vampire Weekend)

Vampire Weekend are one of the whitest bands ever, and they just made a wicked awesome dance song. This makes me wonder what other pale rockers are capable of.


Raekwon ft. Ghostface & Method Man - New Wu

Method Man... I've never seen a man use so much hair spray on so little hair, just to put a hat on after!?!?

Nonetheless, amazing beat and great (kind of) new track.


Demon's Souls

Jimminy Christmas, this looks ridiculous.
Future of gaming needs to take this cinematic route.


Jay-Z - D.O.A. (Death of Autotune)

"Good riddance!"

and T-Pain shows up at his own funeral at 1:40


John Cage

If I keep listening to John Cage I'm going to start making some weird-ass music.
Starting to not seem like a bad idea.



Bill.. has been killed?

Kill Bill/Kung Fu/Death Race 2000/a-million-more-low-budget-things star David Carradine passed away yesterday. 

"Oscar-nominated actor David Carradine, best known for his leading role of Kwai Chang Caine on TV's Kung Fu in the 1970s, died Wednesday in Bangkok, where he was shooting a film, his manager confirmed Thursday. The star was 72.

According to manager Chuck Binder, the movie's producer went to Carradine's hotel room and found that he had passed away. Binder told Fox News the death is ‘shocking and sad. He was full of life, always wanting to work ... a great person.’”


I find this particularly upsetting for some reason. Some Kill Bill viewings are definitely needed now.

Remember him for his lispy-charm:


Printing the Newspaper Supplement

Magazines and newspaper will always have superiority over online news because of what this video shows. 
The hard work, team effort, material aesthetics, and physical gratification. 

When I write something for the internet or any sort of online news outlet, I immediately feel like it's being thrown into the ether of the internet and, in a way, being lost forever. Even though it's momentarily rooted in one location, it forms this intangible ..thing.. that, despite having my name slapped on it, feels gone from me.

But having your thoughts on paper, and I imagine, in the paper, in a magazine, it's there. There's no reaching into space to pull out your thoughts from a blog post or something. Despite being able to rip it up into a thousand pieces or burn it down to dust, it still seems like it's always been more alive than a story dropped into the internet abyss.

I wouldn't mind working here a single bit:

DJ Shadow - This Time

Man, oh, man. I love the art of 8-bit.
Directed by Mykola Dosenko (who is definitely getting his own post soon enough).