Elvis Perkins: I don’t normally write about up-and-coming musicians that much for one primary reason: most of them aren’t very good. This isn’t necessarily a knock at other bloggers that seem to keep up a steady drum-beat of hype for a bunch of no-name musicians. But as Jack White says in one of the essays… Continue reading »
Last night, I was at dinner with some friends and in the course of conversation, the topic came up that one of us had once bought a bag of weed from the rapper Skee-Lo. I can’t vouch whether or not the story is true because my friend got it second-hand from someone who’d purchased it… Continue reading »
Last week, two albums debuted that couldn’t be any more different on the surface. The first album, Justin Timberlake’s Future Sex/Love Sounds made its bow to unaminous unqualified critical praise, strange considering that most pop albums are usually disdained or ignored in “hipster/indie/[insert meaningless adjective here]” music circles. After all, Pitchfork never even bothered to… Continue reading »
Fucking hipsters. You’ve done it again. Just when I think that I’ve got my pulse on the burgeoning hipster trends of this fine metropolis (beards, blazers, cheap plastic glasses, the ocasional Rollie Fingers mustache) you guys do something that to quote Bob Dylan, “blows my mind most bitterly.” The other night, I was at the… Continue reading »
Okay, no naked midgets. Despite the constant requests to turn my site into one touting midget pornography, to paraphrase and invert a statement once made by Guru: that ain’t my steez. However, today’s posts concern two albums that are technically my steez (if indeed that is your preferred nomenclature): ones by the Decemberists and Of… Continue reading »
Sep
20
For the last several days, I’ve been out of town, which means several things. First, I don’t have to deal with the maniacal dancers and naked nose hair clippers at the freak show otherwise known as the Hollywood Gold’s Gym. Two, I’ve been reminded of the fact that I don’t necessarily hate the beache, just… Continue reading »
Idiocracy might not just be funniest movie you’ll see all year (Borat excluded), it might be the most hilarious made in the decade thus far. These are strong words, but such is the regard that I hold for the no-holds barred satire and all-around-genius of this picture. The plot of Mike Judge’s follow-up to Office… Continue reading »
Like many music festivals, Bumbershoot provided more than just music. In many ways, the set-up was like a county fair, with carnival games, rides, comedy shows and most importantly foot-long corn dogs. Now, before arriving at Bumbershoot, I wasn’t even aware of the possibility that humanity was capable of constructing a corn dog 12 inches… Continue reading »
Okay, so there weren’t any beards at Bumbershoot and you’d have even been hard-pressed to find a cheap pair of black plastic spectacles on any of the festival-goers faces’. It seems the hipster/scenester/jeepster scene hasn’t made it’s way out to Seattle. Perhaps this is why I consider Seattle the most underrated of all major American… Continue reading »
Sep
11
As you know, a good name is one of the most essential things for any brand. This is why my blog is named The Passion of the Weiss rather than Jeff’s Emporium of Cynicism and Mirth (the runner-up). This is why Starbucks is called Starbucks and not Java Hut, the name of a rarely frequented… Continue reading »
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