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Note

Published
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Pinko Punko
on January 8, 2010
in *BOOP* and Pinko of Pork Records
. 7 Comments

Saw a Dodge Challenger with the General Lee paint job on the street today. An original, yet they also had the Boss Hogg steer horns on the front. Isn’t that a mixed redneck metaphor?

UPDATE

I meant to add that I heard a song I had never heard before on the robot radio station.

Robot radio has played some goodies this week, such as:

I say this is as equally good pop and lock song as Herbie Hancock’s “Rock It”. Anyhoo, they also dropped a back to back of FGTH “Relax” and the Stones’ “19th Nervous Breakdown.”

But this, I don’t know what to call it but BG music, except I think it is probably more Jennifer music. In my dotage, on a station for the masses, I very rarely hear a song that has not been vaguely catalogued in the ol’ brainzoes to some extent. I mean, in Big Texas Cloverhill Honeybun, I have learned of many many new Sammy Hagar THE RED ROCKER tunes on what is now considered classic rock, but it has always been a very familiar flavor. This one, was like What. The.

I think this was fanning the flames at Comiskey the night of the rally. I think it is awesome. This dude is clearly of a different quality.

The Polyphonic Squee

Published
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Mendacious D, Ombirdspersonmoose
on December 16, 2009
in Jim Thome's ****, Ombudspersonpantsmoose, On Beyond Emus, Pinko of Pork Records and Pitchfork
. 9 Comments

A communiqué has been received, to the effect that our dear, dear friends at Pitchfork have noticed via Twitter our annual dismemberment of their end-of-year listings. They are, as you can imagine, less than thrilled.

So un-thrilled, in fact, that the Ombudsmoose has been roused from hibernation to address the matter.

Pinko has suggested that he might, surprisingly, maintain a certain modicum of civility during what promises to be a constructive exchange, but we are bound by no such scruples. It is, we hope, somewhere in the job description.

The crux is this: we have, more or less continuously, critiqued many writers, columnists, and bloggers for blanching at the idea that some of their readers might have tastes and opinions which differ from their own. It has become a holiday tradition in many corners to gripe about this at the outset of Pitchfork’s top 100 lists of all time (OF ALL TIME) or merely of each passing year.

Who are we to be unaware of all internet traditions?

Owing to the apparent urgency of the matter, we have no more to say at this time, and no loops to give you for the production of battle raps. This is where you come in. Need I say more?

Meanwhile, we look forward to the annual vivisection of the Pitchfork Top 100, and rest assured we will not be fazed, swayed, or otherwise discouraged by this development. Rather, I suspect, the opposite.

We also note, somewhat relatedly, that they are conducting their end-of-year survey, a potential source of much shenanigans.

In the meantime, Pitchfork will continue to EAT IT.

OTHER BUSINESS: This, from our esteemed colleague plover, deserves some kind of major award for service above and beyond the call of blogging. Truly, a classic for the ages.

Also, the excellent Ombudsentity Heritage Week from our many-headed co-blogger, which we hope has shed light on the strange ecosystems our ilk must inhabit.

All questions, suggestions, and beauteous battle-raps (or filks of any nature) may be entered below.

Fuel for the fire

Published
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Mendacious D, Ombirdspersonmoose
on October 5, 2009
in Musicano, Pinko of Pork Records and Pitchfork
. 24 Comments

Or, “Audients Participation.”

The oft-mocked Pitchfork, not content with the annual material PP and UC already have to work with, bestow upon us their top 200 albums of the decade.

It should be noted that the musical stylings of one Capt. CT Trollypants are mysteriously absent. We expect howls of outrage forthwith.

We are certainly not expecting our esteemed management to actually review the massive list of lists, but our darling commenters may be willing to lend a hand.

In other news, there is no news, except for these shoes. A must-have accessory for red track pants on the go.

Fixing the Internets

Published
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Capt. Trollypants
on September 23, 2009
in Cobagitation, Musicano, Pinko of Pork Records and Trollwagon
. 36 Comments

Brando hath tasted that which he hath wrought, and it be a bitter pill.

OOOH! (Out Of Our Heads)

Published
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Ombudsglooob
on June 21, 2009
in Cobagitation, Extra Meta, Musicano, Ombudspersonpantsmoose, Pinko of Pork Records, Shenanometer Pegged Needle and but what the hell
. 20 Comments

After hearing the heartbreaking complaint from a fellow Ombud (the Left Honorable Ombudswagon) to wit:

If Pandora tries to make me listen to Coldplay one more time, I am going to punch Pandora in the face.

We were forced to realize that our resignation from this site was in haste, if not error.  If anybody needs multiple ombuds, it is 3Bulls; not to mention the Serving Ombudspersons/pants/citrus/team/group.

So we spent the better part of our Sunday, watching the Mythbusters marathon and casting about for a solution.  A long, in-depth consultation/barbecue/drinking session with a Certain Martian and a less certain Zombie, eventually determined a knife-like solution to this Gordian Knot of a problem:

Dearest Fellow:  Set your Pandora Channel to the Mekons.  It is virtually guaranteed to avoid Coldplay, or indeed coldplay-like artists.

Thus we have decided to resume our Ombudsly duties on this oh-so-needy weblog, and patiently await your beefs, issues, gripes and general dissatisfaction.


Pitchfork Cobaggery Watch Update

Published
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Pinko Punko
on December 21, 2008
in Musicano, Pinko of Pork Records and Pitchfork
. 33 Comments

Still working on this year’s Pitchfork Top 100 songs list, we won’t be done until UC gets back from riding the giant tortoises anyway. What I was struck by while engaging the list was the fact that the increasing frequency and amplitude of waves of recycling and its ever more cynical and surfacey deployment clearly dominates the music scene. Now, I don’t expect this insight to be special, but spending much less time than I guess our readers here would imagine I do interacting with the music press and scene, I was momentarily shocked by the depth of the problem. In comparing this year’s list to just my memories of the last two years, I find we must be beginning the death spiral. In a way, it is the usual style/substance debate, but in this case, the “styles” are born from ever more impeccable and increased recycling. I certainly don’t have a problem with bands being derivative. The extent isn’t so much the issue as how much of a straight-jacket the style is, or how well the content fits the style and whether there is any content there at all. We are now entering the 100 Years of Solitude phase of musical existence (new is the new old).

I enjoy many styles and many retro-retoolings of those styles, but it is always important that the songs be present. not just the sounds. I wanted to share an interesting discussion at MBV. Also, how can we give Marc Hogan any props if his blog is invite only? We only half-truthfully/half-ironically picked on him before, but now he’s not even in the top 100 worst/most wanky P-fork writers. In fact, we’ve been catching him saying smart and interesting things. We called the police to report a musical wanker and they said the musical wanker was inside the house! And it was us, so we pay our respect to MH.

The key comment is here:

Marc: I’m in agreement with Scott 100% about the influences/reference points thing– whose style you borrow to express your content (and how many people actually listened to those bands in the first place) seems to be more important in the blogosphere than what that content is. And you can argue that in some cases the style is inseparable from the content, like the “medium is the message,” but in those cases, I feel like the style had better be distinctive (I’m sorry, no one sounds exactly like Deerhunter; for a band I like on a much less intense/personal level, no one sounded exactly like the Strokes, either, despite their tasteful reference points).

Organic versus synthesized. These themes come up throughout my take on the P-fork Top 100 list. On top of our usual grades of “meh” “ass” or “good” you’ll definitely see the theme developing in real time as I get more and more annoyed at the more and more plastic offerings I force myself to listen to.

UPDATED

More stuff on some related issues- The Dean (Robert Christgau), whom I think I have an eternal fatwa against because he crapped on the Shins first CD, or maybe liked someone terrible, but I love how he’s been linked to the entirety of Wikipedia. Hey it’s tough, this is why I like no one, no one likes me and we live in a world fraught with arms races based on music criticism based grudges, and also, Yelp exists. RC links this piece with two anonymous wanks talking about the life of the online critic. What I am always astounded by is critics that think they love music more than some random shmo because they choose to dedicate more of their lives to it. I wonder if they notice that in our electronic age, there exists an unbelievable amount of content and that regular ol’ dudes kind of have to fight to spend time with a few new albums rather than 15-20 a week. They don’t review for other people because those people don’t even exist to them, they review for themselves, hence the scientifically accurate term of wanker. To wit:

StumpyPete1975: my top ten of the year rarely includes anything I see anywhere else!
Windupbird: me too
StumpyPete1975: and I’m amazed that EVERYBODY seems to agree and says things like “it was a bad year for music”
StumpyPete1975: what a ludicrous statement
StumpyPete1975: so many records released
StumpyPete1975: I’m sure it wasn’t all crappy!
Windupbird: I think some people’s job is to capture the consensus. I pity those people. The consensus is usually awful.

Sigh.

US/Russia border held together by duck tape

Published
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plover
on October 27, 2008
in 'baggery, Naive Melody and Pinko of Pork Records
. 7 Comments

(via)

I am So Tired of Other Bloggers PLAGIARIZING OUR SHTICK

Published
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Pinko Punko
on April 21, 2008
in Blog Nemeses, Pinko of Pork Records and UROB
. 11 Comments

Atrios, WTF????????

HERE’S THE ORIGINAL.

Thanks for appropriating our essence, chundernozzle. You can take that Buck Rogers hair helmet and EAT IT!!!!

Adding: We love this song truly, and do not mock it.

plover adds: The internetzez doesn’t just try to steal our schtick, I think they’re trying to automate it (via):

Narcoleptic Octopus Jihad

Alcoholic Toon Smash

Tom Clancy’s Snowboard in Middle-Earth

Panzer Makeout Punch-Out!!

M.C. Escher’s Submarine Revolution

Paranoid Underwear – The Gathering Storm

OK, I Dug Up Another Three Bulls! Mixtape Disstape Track

Published
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Pinko Punko
on February 4, 2008
in Blog Nemeses, Canadian Curling Association Cobaggery, Chazmo, Musicano, Pammy! and Pinko of Pork Records
. 23 Comments

UPDATEWHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO KEEP THIS POST ON THE TOP????? WHO WILL RID ME OF THIS MEDDLESOME COMMENTARIAT???? KIDDING, I LOVE YOU PEOPLES, ALSO AGAIN, FOR THE MASSIVE WAVE OF ATRIOTS (THANKS WHISKEYS), JONAH GOLDBERG DISS HERE. ALSO, Althouse diss somewhere on the site

I will post it here as an update, but first I want you guys to vote on several things:

Shall I annotate it, or would you like to try to figure out the allusions and post them in comments, or will you even listen to it at all?

I need to gauge the extent of ass required for the post and the expected ass extent of commenting you plan to extend or expend. Please do not consider the categories of this post to have any meaning.

UPDATE

Here it is, Chock Full O’ Nuts, ItEat. MP3 for those on RSS is right here:

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Press play on the little play icon. I think Kathleen will at least laugh.

It’s about a year and a half old lyrics wise, but it paints a poignant picture of certain someones.

You can link allusions in the comments, if they are even decipherable.

Example.

Seriously

Published
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Pinko Punko
on January 30, 2008
in Doughpants and Pinko of Pork Records
. 11 Comments

Did anyone e-mail Jonah about the beef-a-roni that he’s currently ducking? I can’t do it myself, and frankly I think he’s being massively coy here:

I know there were other blog discussions of the book, pro and con. I’ll post those (or at least some of those, I have no obligation to call attention to unadulterated asininity) when I dig ‘em out. Also I’ve gotten a pile of interesting email queries I’m going to try to deal with in the next day or so. I know I told some readers that I’d deal with their questions and still haven’t. I promise it wasn’t because I was ducking anything, it’s just very hard to keep track of all this stuff while staying on top of everything else.

I LOVE HIM for this blatant shoutout to us. A niggling point in that I feel we’ve been highly adulterated, and really only half-assinine, but the time for games IS OVER. Light it up, J. Hit us with your best shot.

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