tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54881942011-10-02T12:25:49.276-04:00BluBoxNew York City, baby.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1134494490989165132005-12-13T11:24:00.000-05:002005-12-13T12:54:19.746-05:00The Bronx BombahCan the world get any stranger? Imagine a Yankee infield comprised of Jeets, Slappy and Nomah. The Post is saying it could happen. The way I have it Clemens pitches no-hitter in Game Seven of the World Series in Yankee Stadium, snagging a grounder (from Renteria?) and tossing it over to first where Nomar snaps the ball shut in his glove for the last out. As the sell-out crowds Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1130968436758008502005-11-02T16:52:00.000-05:002005-11-02T17:03:54.140-05:00Diamond in the RoughDid you hear the rumor that Theo is joining the Peace Corp and spending a year in some Third World country? I kid you not. In a perfect world, that is a world that plays out like an eighties movie, he returns with a loin-cloth wearing indigenous person who just happens to throw an unhittable 110-mph fastball. With Manny leaving Boston, they put "our new closer" in Manny's old Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1123869988066170572005-08-12T13:51:00.000-04:002005-08-12T14:06:28.076-04:00The Undisclosed Story of the Underexposed ScarlettThere are some things in this world that you should not advertise unless you're absolutely sure you can deliver on. I'm not talking about taking a nation to war based on the claim that a country is holding weapons of mass destruction and then it turns out there aren't any. That's a fuck up. Fine. But I'm talking about an erroneous claim so in Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1111593135950376462005-03-23T10:45:00.000-05:002005-03-23T10:52:56.183-05:00Perjury Is The New BlackMartha. Lil' Kim. Now maybe Bonds. Once again, Bill Clinton proves to be ahead of the curve.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1109618550147691812005-02-28T14:18:00.000-05:002005-02-28T14:24:25.376-05:00Morgan Freeman Next Up For PennThe comedian placed Law as a 'second choice' for casting agents after TOM CRUISE in between award presentations at the ceremony in Hollywood's Kodak Theater. One step forward, two steps back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1109106280603533272005-02-22T15:11:00.000-05:002005-02-22T16:05:32.836-05:00Gonzo Gonzo Hunter S. Thompson has exited stage left The Hard Way or The Easy Way depending on how you see it. The way he died shouldn't come as a surprise if you really think about it -- mix gun obsession and alcohol dependency and diminishing skills (or returns) with a deep Hemingway admiration and things aren't going to end with bingo night at Shady Farms. Hilarious, incisive, heroic, truthfulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105476479367934352005-01-11T14:25:00.001-05:002005-01-11T18:23:38.686-05:00Blubox's Top Ten Albums of 2004
1. Keb' Mo': Keep It Simple
Somebody could get the wrong idea about the state of the world listening to Keb' Mo's latest effort -- an album some might argue is less accomplished than his Grammy-winning Just Like You, but is a more fitting album for a long sunset drive, perhaps the real scale that all Keb' Mo' albums should be judged. They would hear him singing Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105385929406044472005-01-10T11:15:00.000-05:002005-01-11T15:52:01.560-05:002. Drive-By Truckers: The Dirty South
Duane Allman is in heaven scratching his scruffy chin -- how can a Southern rock band trafficking in raucous highway stomps not jam? Isn't that the whole point? To become the next outlaw guitar-hero? To take your high-as-a-kite fans on an epic 16 minute excursion to long-haired transendence? Why do you think the power chord was invented, for God's sake? But Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105135534053895242005-01-07T15:09:00.000-05:002005-01-07T17:06:56.326-05:003.The Garden State Soundtrack: Various Soundtrack
In a just world, people would be issued one friend with a knack for making mixes that felt improbably custom-made for them. In my case, such a friend would resemble Zach Braff. After all, the soundtrack to his trippy suburban romp Garden State could have very well been hand-picked by a close compadre -- one with designs to launch me out of a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105052050414167762005-01-06T17:31:00.000-05:002005-01-06T17:56:42.450-05:004. U2: How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb
Trust me, if you were lucky enough to find yourself in a divey, kitschy magical bar in Barcelona and the people at the bar included you, a friendly Spanish bartender, and a beautiful girl (or you were that girl) than you would beg -- I mean, BEG -- for this album to come on. That hopelessly and heroically in love voice soaring: "And you feel like no one Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105050632717030602005-01-06T17:11:00.000-05:002005-01-06T17:30:32.716-05:005. Sondre Lerche: Two-Way Monologue
Buying this album was the year's best recommendation from a music seller working in a chain bookstore. (Courtesy of the bad boys of Barnes & Nobles. Sorry, Borders.) While it's usually a good move to be skeptical of advice given to you by a man wearing a laminate, after slapping on the listening station headphones, I found myself having a recreation of that Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1105029893409512212005-01-06T10:51:00.001-05:002005-01-06T11:46:07.973-05:006. Scissor Sisters: Scissor Sisters
To survive so-called adulthood, each year we need one amazing dance album. Something for summer nights drinking cocktails with friends or cruising around the city with too many people in the backseat. In past years, hip-shaking saviors included Daft Punk's Discovery, St. Germain's Boulevard and last year's dancefloor thriller Kish Kash by Basement Jaxx. In Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1104960008759932422005-01-05T15:53:00.000-05:002005-01-11T18:29:31.803-05:007. The Arcade Fire: The Funeral
Blog girl hype aside, the Arcade Fire did us a favor by falling to earth from the same distant dreamy mournful planet where The Flaming Lips once came. The songs here race ahead on grown-up legs, trying to catch up with an innocence that can never be recaptured. Foolish hope is not the worst of crimes, after all. And yet the inspirational cry of the singer's Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1104876525831061682005-01-04T16:35:00.000-05:002005-01-11T18:31:46.846-05:008. The Delays: Faded Seaside Glamour
Long after the apocalyptic blast that annihilated the Gallagher brothers, amidst the rubble of guitars and vintage jeans, the bodies of underfed pale lead singers strewn across the city, four young Southhampton boys appear out of nowhere. What's that I hear? A sublimely melodic hook? An unashamedly aching falsetto voice? Gorgeous shoe-gazing guitars? In 2004?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1104854030873444632005-01-04T10:01:00.000-05:002005-01-11T18:30:12.086-05:009. The Streets: A Grand Don't Come For Free
You wouldn't think UK homeboy Mike Skinner could top his breakout album Original Pirates Material and he hasn't. Believers won't lose faith with the new album, which in many ways shows off Skinner's artistic maturity, but it won't get your adrenaline pumping or your gut busting like his last disc. Nevertheless, I liked the move of incorprating more Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1104774521302607922005-01-03T11:39:00.000-05:002005-01-11T18:29:01.796-05:0010. Jamie Cullum: Twentysomething
Sure, I could have started out with a sexier, cooler selection. But why pick an album that didn't truly light my Arcade Fire. If I learned anything in 2004 it was that life was too short to run away from yourself. And so it is Mr. Cullum, a scratchy-voiced Brit who resembles a Hobbit, who starts off the list. Why he succeeds on this album, despite how easy it Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1104354942945116112004-12-29T14:57:00.000-05:002004-12-29T16:53:46.313-05:00Blubox Top Ten Albums Of 2004: Reloaded
The idea of writing Blubox's Top Ten Albums of 2004 causes me to alternate between a feeling of joy and frustration.
The joy comes from ordering bits of pop culture into a hierarchal list. Deeply satisfying. I enjoy things in this world that have winners. I enjoy finding out who the winner is. But the best feeling, very possibly, is being the one who Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1103314986245775922004-12-17T14:58:00.000-05:002004-12-17T15:25:13.723-05:00Alec Baldwin saw me walking to work today in a ridiculously-effeminate turquoise winter hat, which I had to borrow from the Blubox Intern this morning, because I lost my hat at the movies last night. Snausuges.
I want to see The Life Aquatic. The problem is I know what my reaction will be when I leave the theater, despite having not seen it. Snausuges.
The U2 album is better than some people Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1103236211045505352004-12-16T16:49:00.000-05:002004-12-16T17:33:51.936-05:00Hawks Can't Use Craigslist
But I get so blown away. By what, Mr. Young? By who? Blown away like the twigs that a hawk brings back to a barren ledge where he helplessly attempts to rebuild his home? Blown away by the savagery, the nastiness, the hunger that makes you want to stay indoors with your honeypie for the weekend and see nobody? Let's hope we're blown away in 2005. Blown away by the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1102625374172042942004-12-09T15:08:00.000-05:002004-12-09T15:49:34.173-05:00Reid And Weep
I had an argument the other day on why Tara Reid's career was in mid-fiery crash. My friend said that her career nose-dived because she had no talent and this had been revealed over time to those in the position to hire her. I claimed that her botched tit job was the reason for her current and future career woes. After ten minutes of going back and forth I refined my position. "Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099582208847041152004-11-04T10:28:00.000-05:002004-11-04T10:30:08.846-05:00More Election Post-Mortem
A duck had to sacrifice his life for this?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099582111163947162004-11-04T10:27:00.000-05:002004-11-04T10:28:31.163-05:00More Election Post-Mortem
If only Kerry's Get Out The Vote campaign had been run by the Falun Gong....
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099581362870175792004-11-04T10:08:00.000-05:002004-11-04T16:05:56.770-05:00Election Post-Mortem
To think, as the first exit polls started coming in, we all thought for sure we were going to win. We couldn't lose. Not possible. What a devastating and soul-crushing defeat.
Boy, I almost know how it feels to be a Yankee fan.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099512746433864532004-11-03T15:10:00.000-05:002004-11-03T15:12:26.433-05:0010 Observations For 2004
1. "Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it -- good and hard."
2. “Every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.”
3. “Giving every man a vote has no more made men wise and free than Christianity has made them good.”
4. “I believe in only one thing: liberty; but I do not believe in liberty enough to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099506825350520542004-11-03T13:27:00.000-05:002004-11-03T13:33:45.350-05:00Working Title: Diebold & Me
I guess we'll all just have to wait for Michael Moore's next paranoid rant to find out what really went down on Election Day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099499233008899332004-11-03T11:23:00.000-05:002004-11-03T11:27:13.006-05:00Can We Start Kicking Out The Foreigners Yet?
Breaking... the bridge to the 21st Century has just been firebombed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099327055386221852004-11-01T10:52:00.000-05:002004-11-01T11:37:35.386-05:00Just Vote -- As Long As It's Not That Snickering Dickhead
You know those Democratic supporters who preach the message that "no matter who you support, the important thing is that you go out there and vote"? What the $*&% are they talking about?
You want to champion our political system, do that some other year. Not this one. Not when we have a president who says this to every worker who's Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1099069095896377922004-10-29T13:24:00.000-04:002004-10-29T14:44:39.906-04:00Now That We've Made Destination, What's Our Next Destiny?
If you're Pedro, you go down to the Dominican Republic and celebrate with your 28-inch tall buddy. If you're Curt "Hobbes" Schilling, you hang out with this cartoon character, you definitely DON'T hang out with this one. If your Gabe "Super Jew" Kapler, you fly to Amsterdam and party your matzo balls off with OC and Myxlplix. What the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1098993559863769032004-10-28T15:58:00.000-04:002004-10-28T15:59:19.863-04:00It's a Beautiful Day
We didn't really have a speech prepared because we didn't think we were going to win...
But we'd like to thank all those who helped to make it possible: the greatest comeback in baseball history and the first World Series title since 1918.
The 2004 Boston Red Sox team, we couldn't have done it without you. The Fans, who never stopped believing. My grandfather, who loved "Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1098900570011757702004-10-27T14:05:00.000-04:002004-10-27T14:09:30.010-04:00Not many people know this but tonight's lunar eclipse is of a unique kind, not seen from earth in 86 years.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1098889408209772842004-10-27T10:39:00.000-04:002004-10-27T11:03:28.210-04:00The big question is why have I been gone for so long. I could make up a bunch of lame excuse, but you deserve better. You deserve the truth.
For months now I've been fighting a prolonged battle with a determined enemy. One that has weakened my body considerably, forcing me to spend weeks away from my computer screen, never knowing if I'd ever again be strong enough to post on Blubox, let alone Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088536975026511812004-06-29T15:10:00.000-04:002004-06-29T15:25:37.380-04:00Cue Miami Vice Theme Song
Our twenties are wrapping up just as we planned, with a random Bijou Phillips spotting. Riding the high of our encounter with the recently accused party girl at a chic lounge (we were too drunk to remember the name of it) somewhere in the Meatpacking District, we're off to Miami to celebrate our 30th Birthday. If you will, try to fathom all the love we'll be bringing Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088456440278123822004-06-28T16:59:00.000-04:002004-06-28T17:01:14.656-04:00Just Keep Looking Ahead. You Don't See Here. She Doesn't Exist.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088454608473979672004-06-28T16:28:00.000-04:002004-06-29T15:27:34.886-04:00Blubox Singles Of The Week
One of these days we're going to sit down and write an essay about how, right at this very moment, we are living through a golden age of music. For the sheer volume of quality bands, this current age surpasses the grunge period of the early nineties, even if it hasn't yet spawned any blockbuster bands like Nirvana or Pearl Jam. This week alone, we discovered a half a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088446176610228472004-06-28T14:05:00.000-04:002004-06-28T14:12:45.763-04:00Wacky Times On The Waterfront
For the first time, we went to the Seaport Music Festival. What convinced us to leave work early on Friday and head down to South Street? A free show by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, who we had never seen before. Under a ballet of striking gray clouds, against a backdrop of antique schooners, and in the shadow of a glassy android-dream skyscraper, Ted Leo performed a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088445675724904082004-06-28T12:46:00.000-04:002004-06-28T17:02:16.073-04:00Far Fewer Ball And Crotch Jokes In The Terminal
We saw Dodgeball yesterday. Throughout the movie, we would laugh, then look over at the Blubox Intern, who would muster a pleasant grin. On the way out of the theater she said, “You owe me one. Next time we’re seeing The Notebook.”
She thinks we suckered her into seeing Dodgeball, which isn’t true. We thought it was a movie “for both of us.” Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088189987376270592004-06-25T14:57:00.001-04:002004-06-29T17:08:51.076-04:00Musings On The 100 Best British Albums
Stone Roses? The Best British album of all time? According to a poll conducted by the UK Observer, you bet your bloody ass.
You would never see such a – what’s the word? — eclectic selection on an American list. That would be like Rolling Stone putting at #1 the Velvet Underground & Nico’s Banana Album.
If America picked the best British Albums, no Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088091554487794882004-06-24T11:21:00.000-04:002004-06-24T11:40:38.266-04:00Dream Cover Album: Keb' Mo'
Track Listing
1. Never Die Young (James Taylor)
2. If You Love Somebody Set Them Free (Sting)
3. Limbo (Jimmy Cliff)
4. And It Stoned Me (Van Morrison)
5. Watching The Wheels (John Lennon)
6. What I Am (Eddie Brikell & The New Bohemians)
7. Bright Baby Blues (Jackson Browne)
8. Satisfy My Soul (Bob Marley)
9. Razorface (Elton John)
10. She Drives Me Crazy (Fine Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1088026365375248402004-06-23T17:06:00.000-04:002004-06-23T17:33:33.100-04:00Breaking News From Hollywood
Tom Cruise's publicist confirms that, in a situation almost identical to that which befell Collin Farrell, the actor's nude scene in his upcoming thriller Collateral had to be cut. When it was explained to the publicist that a nude scene was never in the movie, she responded that the scene still needed to be cut.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087932725341262302004-06-22T15:05:00.000-04:002004-06-23T10:26:39.260-04:00Aural Stimulation
We have no choice but to give hipster music a chance. After all, we don't want to be the just-turned-30 curmudgeon counting down the last days of Phish, viewing it as the symbolic end of our youth. We don't want to be discovering afro-jazz at the same time we're reminding Franz Ferdinand fans of the devotion once shown to a band called The Hives.
We would like to believe goodAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087597266464517042004-06-18T15:01:00.000-04:002004-06-18T18:21:06.463-04:00Blu Box List Mid-June 2004
1. Elephunk
2. Keep It Simple
3. Drinking Dominican in 2004
4. Fahrenheit 9/11
5. A Ghost Is Born
6. I, Robot
7. Brooklyn Social
8. Sunburnt Cow
9. Pineapple Street
10. Gettin' More Adventurous
11. Coventary
12. Animal Collective
13. South Beach Over South Hampton
14. Spotted Ale
15. Pianos
16. Ted Leo
17. The Room
18. The Fever
19. Burnett's Rock Star
20. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087504353206740822004-06-17T16:18:00.000-04:002004-06-17T17:09:20.343-04:00Blubox's 1st Birthday
A year ago today baby Blu was born. We dug deep into the archives and discovered our very first post, which appears to be some visionary pop culture list that is even beyond its author's own comprehension.
It's likely that 20 years from now Am. Civ. Students will be studying it the way archeologist analyze Egyptian hieroglyphics. Our guess is that it's some kind of "Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087500199530481602004-06-17T13:58:00.000-04:002004-06-17T16:06:54.406-04:00Move Over Casual Fridays, It's Bomb Scare Thursdays!
We enjoyed some High Alert fun in midtown today courtesy of some schmuck who left behind his briefcase across the street from our office building. Cops taped off the sidewalk and the Bomb Squad was called into action. During the height of the scare, we were prevented from going out the front entrance of our building. While we waited in the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087486878303955552004-06-17T11:24:00.000-04:002004-06-17T11:46:33.966-04:00Blubox Presents Who Said It?
What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach, so you get what we had here last week which is the way he wants it. Well, he gets it. And I don't like it any more than you men.
Was it this guy?
Or this guy?
If you said the same person is in both photos -- you were right!
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087419356812368782004-06-16T16:34:00.000-04:002004-06-17T11:24:25.503-04:00And The Oscar Goes To... Esther?
Our favorite Jewish Mystic In Training is performing six not-as-sold-out-as-you-would-think shows at Madison Square Garden starting tonight. Come on, dude. Take some to time to celebrate the Material Mom's arrival by going to the Loews Theater on 34th Street and watching her run circles around her costars. That's right, Joe Mantegna, we're talking to you.
The Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087406627802201472004-06-16T12:29:00.000-04:002004-06-16T13:34:28.000-04:00Y Tu Monica Tambien
A few days ago we saw Monica Lewinsky at the movie theaters by Union Square, but it took us time to process the encounter in our heads, hence the belated post.
Here's what happened: moments after purchasing our tickets to see Harry Potter at the ticket kiosk, we heard an alarming noise, which turned out to be nothing serious. Just a kid falling down the escalators. The kid Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087396140493973582004-06-16T10:23:00.000-04:002004-06-16T10:31:28.090-04:00Natalie Portman Interrupts Young Man Moments Before Epiphany
"I was sitting on the sidewalk, reading The Alchemist, and apparently it was near the corner of her house. The police show up and they asked me for my ID and ran a check in their car. I asked, 'Is it a crime to read a book now?'
"And one of the officers said, 'Natalie Portman called because she was afraid you were a stalker.' The Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1087318777633521222004-06-15T11:46:00.000-04:002004-06-15T13:11:10.950-04:00Unveiling The Asshole Jock behind The Affable World Leader
Lately, we just want to cover our heads in a sleeping bag lying on the leafy floor of a forest. The stimulation of the city coupled with the discouraging state of humanity is having bad effects on our head. We need to sleep for a week. See no paved streets for a month. See no George Bush for a summer.
Watching Bush shower compliments Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086969867494751782004-06-11T10:43:00.000-04:002004-06-11T12:16:20.350-04:00Soul Legend Hits The Road, Jack
Song: Born To Lose
Original Artist: Ray Charles
Cover Artist: PJ Harvey
At The Piano, One Last Time: While it's too bad that Harvey will not be on Charles' last album, Genius Loves Company, a collection of duets due out this summer, the CD will boast a dream lineup of partners, including Van Morrison, Bonnie Raitt, BB King, Willie Nelson, James Taylor, Norah JonesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086809679480223612004-06-09T14:48:00.000-04:002004-06-09T18:13:47.330-04:00Self-Pitti
The bald fiftysomething maitre'de, who wore an air of benevolent authority on his sun-baked Italian face, told us it would be a 25-minute wait. 35-minutes later we were still gazing at the cluster of occupied tables from a park bench in front of Bar Pitti, an affordable Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village.
Some of the people dining outside in the warm summer night were scene-y,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086633373788213442004-06-07T14:26:00.000-04:002004-06-09T18:26:34.543-04:00Life Without Ipod: A Pathetic Battle To Stay In The Know
We lasted an hour in Virgin Records in Union Square, but on our 38th pair of listening station headphones, while speed-reviewing Nellie McKay, our girlfriend mouthed to us that “she was ready to go.”
Tragically, we did not get to the Blonde Redhead on the next
station, nor did we have adequate time to make a clear-headed
summation of Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086289018704737992004-06-03T14:32:00.000-04:002004-06-07T14:51:05.170-04:00Ultragrrrl Ruled The DJ Booth Last Night At The Delancey, But Where Were Her Blog Chick Roommates?
Song: Cracklin' Rosie
Original Artist: Neil Diamond
Cover Artist: Sleepy Jackson
What's the difference between Luke Steele and Lockhart Steele?:
It’s nearly impossible to pin him down in words, much less try to understand the mastermind behind the Sleepy Jackson (Curbed) on our own terms. Perhaps Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086198426708475722004-06-02T12:44:00.000-04:002004-06-02T13:49:43.213-04:00
Gallagher Brother Deserves Praise For Choosing Dhani To Be In His Super Group. And Not Sean.
Song: Something
Original Artist: The Beatles
Cover Artist: Sting
What Sting Said To Us When We Went Up To Him At The El Ray And Suggested He Do This Cover: He said nothing, but a women in his entourage interjected by singing "something in the way I poop my pants", thereby mocking me, in addition to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086112396141323112004-06-01T12:30:00.000-04:002004-06-01T13:54:56.216-04:00It's A Fine Line Between New Wave and New Jersey
Song: I'll Be There For You
Original Artist: Bon Jovi
Cover Artist: Elvis Costello
Imagine Elvis Costello singing in his manic, syncopated, Love, Peace and Understanding voice: I'll be there for you. These five words I swear to you. When you breathe I want to be the air for you. I'll be there for you.
Dream Cover Album: Slippery When Costello. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1086030577528523902004-05-31T14:26:00.000-04:002004-05-31T15:21:11.893-04:00If Elvis Costello Grew Up In Brooklyn, Wore Ratty Jeans And Was Still An Awesome Punky Dork
Song: We Got The Beat
Original Artist: The Go-Go's
Cover Artist: Ted Leo & The Pharmacists
No Way We're Gonna Miss Our First Chance To See Ted Leo In Concert: Heck no. (How much do we love free music festivals in the summer in New York!?)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085759110458845162004-05-28T11:26:00.000-04:002004-05-28T11:49:56.266-04:00Yankees Bullpen '70s Porn Star Can't Wear His Chain, Loses His Shit
Song: Pulling Mussels (From The Shell)
Original Artist: Squeeze
Cover Artist: Snow Patrol
Always One Step Behind: Great. Just when we finally get the whole Snow Patrol thing, everyone has moved on to The Fever. (No scar tissue here!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085686014913623352004-05-27T15:14:00.000-04:002004-05-28T11:50:24.866-04:00Dear Elton John: America Voted. Fantasia Won. Your Royalty Must Not Have Speed-Dialers
Song: Disillusion
Original Artist: Badly Drawn Boy
Cover Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Imagine Princess of Michael Kent being forced to sing: The American Idol Winner's trademark song, a cover of Billie Holiday's Summertime.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085673056144413212004-05-27T11:48:00.000-04:002004-05-27T11:53:11.326-04:00If Phish Never Did This Cover, They Should During Their Final Show (via former Phish chronicler via current Lindsay Lohan's funbags chronicler)
Song: I've Seen All Good People
Original Artist: Yes
Cover Artist: Phish
Imagine Trey Anastasio singing to grateful fans as they dance for the last time: I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085581310729821072004-05-26T10:15:00.000-04:002004-05-26T10:30:32.706-04:00Billy Beane Loses Round One To His God
Song: The Luckiest
Original Artist: Ben Folds
Cover Artist: Willie Nelson
Imagine Willie Nelson singing: What if I had been born fifty years before you, in a house on the street where you lived.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085495102523251522004-05-25T10:12:00.000-04:002004-05-25T10:25:40.413-04:00Even Rocco's Mama Is Down With The Drugged-Up Post-Punk Music
Song: My Oh My
Original Artist: David Gray
Cover Artist: The Killers
Imagine The Killers, noise cranked up, singing: My oh my you know it just don't stop. It's in my mind I wanna tear it up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085436750631711532004-05-24T18:06:00.000-04:002004-05-24T18:12:30.630-04:00Curbed For Her Pleasure
Song: Synchronicity 2
Original Artist: The Police
Cover Artist: Phish
Where to shout out this request while shrooming head off: Coney Beach, June 17thAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085161276212795092004-05-21T13:26:00.000-04:002004-05-21T13:41:16.213-04:00Adding Gone Til' November Acoustic Sound: Too Taboo For You?
Song: Crying Game
Original Artist: Boy George
Cover Artist: Duet w/ Wyclef Jean & Bob Dylan
Imagine Wyclef Jean singing in a Haitian accent: Someday soon I'm gonna tell the moon about the crying game.
Then Dylan growling wistfully: First there are kisses, then there are sighs
And then, before you know where you are you're sayin' Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085160187752116302004-05-21T13:17:00.000-04:002004-05-21T13:23:45.416-04:00Selected From Our Top Ten
Song: From Hank to Hendrix
Original Artist: Neil Young
Cover Artist: David Bowie
Imagine Bowie singing: From Marilyn to Madonna, I always loved your smile. Now we're headed for the big divorce, California-style.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085084087040658842004-05-20T16:09:00.000-04:002004-05-20T16:14:47.040-04:00A Cat Fight Between Foxy Jess, The Real Janelle, and Refill Jen Would Be Much Hotter
Song: Maneater
Original Artist: Hall & Oates
Cover Artist: The Donnas
We Can Relate To That: The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a JaguarAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085082962521799782004-05-20T15:38:00.000-04:002004-05-20T15:56:02.520-04:00Plug In The Distorted Over-Driven Guitar Amps. Coke It Up. Lose Your Head
Song: Love Song
Original Artist: The Cure
Cover Artist: The Strokes
Imagine Julian Casablanca crooning-and-sneering: Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085073214321324702004-05-20T13:10:00.000-04:002004-05-20T13:13:34.333-04:00Before Sofia Coppola Has Air Do It
Song: Wichita Lineman
Original Artist: Glen Campbell
Cover Artist: Zero 7
We Can Relate To That: I know I need a small vacation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085066073042541232004-05-20T11:04:00.000-04:002004-05-20T11:14:33.043-04:00Summer of '04: More Reckless Than Ever
Song: Run To You
Original Artist: Bryan Adams
Cover Artist: Sheryl Crow
Imagine Sheryl Crow singing: It wouldn't hurt her if she didn't know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1085064744125021472004-05-20T10:42:00.000-04:002004-05-20T10:52:24.126-04:00DeGarmo: A Carb-loading Tracy Flick?
Song: My Own Prison
Original Artist: Creed
Cover Artist: Fiona Apple
Imagine Fiona Singing: I should have been dead on a Sunday morning.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1084987492199139052004-05-19T13:19:00.000-04:002004-05-19T13:25:19.663-04:00The Slow Sing-a-Long At The End Would Suddenly Be Soulful
Song: Patience
Original Artist: Guns N' Roses
Cover Artist: Al GreenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1084978694721743492004-05-19T10:55:00.000-04:002004-05-19T10:58:14.720-04:00You Can Keep The Dime
Song: Operator
Original Artist: Jim Croce
Cover Artist: The Shins
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com90tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1084916606641708812004-05-18T17:40:00.000-04:002004-05-19T11:50:01.896-04:00Blubox Reports From The High Seas
Aboard the Hu Hviss, we spend our days reclining in a lawn chair, gazing contently at seagulls circling overhead. Before we go below deck to get another Anchor Steam and make ourselves a lobster roll sandwich that would make the sous chefs at Punch and Judy weep with jealousy, we introduce our mission to give birth to a child, name her after a fruit, and then...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1084383754633543862004-05-12T13:42:00.000-04:002004-05-12T13:42:34.633-04:00Blubox Summer Hiatus
Seth Cohen isn't the only one with access to a boat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083949812246553342004-05-07T11:04:00.000-04:002004-05-07T13:26:56.186-04:00Blubox Knows It's A Beautiful Day In New York City When...
... the American flags over The Plaza flap gently in the warm spring sky, we don't work for Glenda "No Relation To George" Bailey, Jorge Posada declares himself King of The Golden Showers (Yo, Jeets, could you give me a hand over here?), London's devil-trash drive another of its flaxen-haired society girl/bikini-waxed scribes back into Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083862011731937142004-05-06T12:46:00.000-04:002004-05-06T16:04:57.750-04:00The Final Days Of George Huff
We read about a mother who made a deal with her son that he can watch American Idol if he first completes his spelling homework. We also have an unspoken arrangement at Blubox, where the man of the household can watch his American Idol and OC (even if it means suffering accusations of having a crush on Marissa), but can’t watch playoff basketball, eat in the bed,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083777229938101402004-05-05T12:36:00.000-04:002004-05-05T13:46:53.750-04:00Seriously Hung Over
Bloggers can be strangely competitive with other bloggers, but we can assure you that no one is more strangely competitive than us, even though only a miniscule clique, street scholars of higher meaning and Lindsay Lohan, are the least bit interested in the results of any conceivable contest.
Okay, fine, no one, not even the biggest bottomfeeding losers of the niche media Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083688509010298502004-05-04T09:52:00.000-04:002004-05-04T16:32:19.543-04:00Joni Mitchell Joins Joan Baez On Upcoming All-Female Fear Factor
Bob Dylan? A guest judge on American Idol? That's the story, morning glory.
How do we feel about Dylan, the most important singer of our lifetime, sandwiched between Paula Abdul and Simon Cowell?
One thing is for sure, we’re not going to get duped by Mr. Dylan into expressing outrage. We will not cry out "hypocrite" or "sell outAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083622749147022072004-05-03T17:48:00.000-04:002004-05-04T09:41:23.966-04:00And We Chose An Earnest Quote From John Lennon
In her high school yearbook, NYU pot princess Julia Diaco chose a quote from gangsta rapper Tupac Shakur: "Run wild, but be smart."
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083610959278616812004-05-03T12:25:00.000-04:002004-05-04T18:17:10.860-04:00Blubox Pitch Of The Week
Title: Mean Cabbies
Plot: A cute self-taught driver, 16, from Africa moves to New York City and gets a job as a taxi driver. Right off the bat, she's dealing with the teen angst of cliques, backstabbing, boy crushes and oh yeah... having a gun pointed to the back of her head.
Things get particularly rough for our heroine when the city enacts a fare hike, inciting Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083594053102373282004-05-03T10:11:00.000-04:002004-05-03T10:31:43.733-04:00American Soldiers in Iraq Aren't The Only Ones Making Sacrifices
"I hadn't eaten dairy or white bread in three years, and I was like 'I have to'"
Gwenyth Paltrow, discussing the drastic changes she's made for the sake of her unborn child, W Magazine, June
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083347441916341102004-04-30T13:48:00.000-04:002004-04-30T16:20:12.686-04:00Blubox goes inside the story of…
A Cop Calls Pot Princess Charming
She's accused of being the dope-dealing darling of NYU's freshman class - but the New Jersey cop who first collared Julia Diaco over Christmas break said he never suspected she could be a drug peddler.
Question: who will be next year’s dope-dealing darling of NYU’s freshman class -- Mary-Kate or Ashley? Name of the twins’ Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083342253615089742004-04-30T12:22:00.000-04:002004-04-30T12:27:20.670-04:00And now I can rest easy this weekend. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083261421384096942004-04-29T13:36:00.000-04:002004-04-29T14:00:07.030-04:00BluBlotter
Julia Diaco, a wealthy 18 year-old NYU student, was busted for selling weed in Washington Square Park, but only after video cameras captured her dealing to undercover detectives. During the many months spent as a dealer in the park, she did manage to sell 3 bags to people who weren’t undercover detectives.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083099535098826132004-04-27T16:51:00.000-04:002004-04-30T16:26:45.030-04:00Best Insult Since Shockey Called Parcells a Homo
His visit to reality television land was brief, nevertheless, he earned a spot in the pantheon of classic characters by virtue of a single epithet: Captain Douchebag.
For those who didn’t see last night’s episode of The Restaurant: Season 2 – and I pity you folks – you missed 20-year-old Drew The Intern punk-it-up like we’ve rarely seen it Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083010977763590642004-04-26T14:54:00.000-04:002004-04-27T15:29:19.763-04:00Billy Joel's 1967 Citroen Releases Debut Single
He's got a way of crashin'
I don't know what it is
But I know my airbags don't release without him
He's got a way of sweepin'
Off the shoulder of the road
There doesn't have to be booze in his bloodstream
Anyway
He's got a paramedic that heals him
I don't know why it is
But I have to smash when he oversteers me
He's got an ex-wife that hates Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1083003611349432112004-04-26T14:00:00.000-04:002004-04-26T14:23:57.293-04:00"Netflix also gives its cinephile subscribers the luxury of never setting foot in a Blockbuster again."
Waiting in an endlessly long line for the one-person-who's-working-behind-the-counter-on-a-busy-Friday-night to rent us our video as if we were peasants in 1980s Soviet Republic trying to buy toilet paper -- give that up? This comrade says nyet!
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082998064236824632004-04-26T12:47:00.000-04:002004-04-26T13:49:45.780-04:00What happens when New York bloggers and Detroit bloggers hit the town together on a Saturday night? Things get a little hectic in the hizzhouse, if you know what we mean.
As we like to say here at Blubox, what happens in the blog world, stays in the blog world. But taking over a girl’s bathroom stall at a West Village club and turning it into a quasi-VIP lounge – that should give you an idea ofAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082733212692876092004-04-23T10:13:00.000-04:002004-04-23T15:36:52.936-04:00Diva Diss, More Theories
Why did Jennifer Hudson receive the least votes last week?
According to Paula "the painkillers are for my leg, I mean, my arm" Abdul, power auto dialers, which allow voters to make multiple calls to one number at the push of a button are screwing things up. Straight up.
(Yo, LESHipster, voting for Degarmo 1,780 times with your power auto dialer. Not cool.)
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082668183578062412004-04-22T16:56:00.000-04:002004-04-22T17:14:52.046-04:00Did anyone check out yesterday's New York Times article, Top Screws Gain Worldwide Acceptance? We haven't had a chance yet to read it, but the article looks like a winner.
We do have a couple of questions though. 1. Is it surprising news to anyone that, internationally speaking, top screws don't face much rejection? 2. Why is this piece in the Times' Wine Talk section?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082646622319586552004-04-22T10:16:00.000-04:002004-04-22T11:17:17.793-04:00What's The Text-Message Here, America?
Blubox, 4/22: "Hudson: the American Idol equivalent of the Red Sox."
We cursed her. We know.
How did clear-cut favorites J.Hud and Fantasia Barrino end up the bottom two votegetters on last night's episode of American Idol? And how in the name of Sleepy Floyd did Hudson get the boot?
Was it a race issue (the bottom four in voting last night were black)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082562688580829202004-04-21T11:42:00.000-04:002004-04-21T12:46:45.373-04:00The contestants on this year’s American Idol are the weakest of any season? Are you kidding me? Name another year when this many kick-ass singers, each likable and attractive, were still competing -- we counted six last night. And the seventh is the red-headed Rat Pack freak who you can't judge according to vocal strength.
This is how I ranked them last night:
1. Jennifer Hudson
It’s crazy: Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082558885861078042004-04-21T10:14:00.000-04:002004-04-21T10:51:03.686-04:00 Women's Wear Daily ranked the fashion savvy of the eight Ivy League campuses and put our humble little alma mater at the top of the list.
The Boston Globe reports: "At Brown, looks on campus range from 'downtown New York hipster' to 'stiletto-clad sophisticates' and 'patchworked bohemians.'"
They forgot two: Generic thirty-dollar-haircut whiteboy. Generic before-the-nose-job whitegirl.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082481141389743362004-04-20T13:12:00.000-04:002004-04-20T13:17:12.013-04:00Yesterday, a couple of girls scaled a wrought-iron fence and jumped into the Central Park reservoir for a little swim. What kind of wacky people would… oh, wait, they were Canadian. Nevermind.
Grab a copy of the New York Post and check out the photo of the cop leading one of the young aquanuts into custody. It's the Manchurian Candidate starring Barney Fife. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082409088722185522004-04-19T16:38:00.000-04:002004-04-19T17:22:52.763-04:00Sick days are for really nice days. And apparently, in our case, really nice days are for being sick. It's gorgeous outside -- and where are we? Sitting at our computer, sucking on Cold-eeze lonzenges, sniffling.
Between blowing our nose on coarse cafeteria napkins, we spent the morning following the Red Sox-Yankees battle on Gameday, the not-quite-live online broadcast of the game, complete Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082133767446955872004-04-16T12:21:00.000-04:002004-04-16T12:46:11.420-04:00He's looking for a girl who can bang, she's looking for a guy with fame. Yes, these two are a match made in heaven. May the international sex symbol and his Nubian princess live happily ever.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1082045164190992562004-04-15T12:02:00.000-04:002004-04-16T10:09:17.123-04:00Anytime Quentin Tarantino appears on a talk show he seems to be amped up on substances settled between the bathroom tiles at Show -- his appearance last night on Conan O' Brien was no exception.
The red-headed host, who vibrates with intense energy (the cause more nerdy than Columbian), looked in hibernation sitting beside the Tasmanian director. The weird-voiced oafish gaijin is so uncool and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1081967491082357702004-04-14T14:30:00.000-04:002004-04-15T12:38:00.140-04:00Listening to Red Sox skipper Terry Francona explain why he didn’t have Jason Varitek sacrifice bunt with two-on and no-outs in extra innings Sunday let us know he's perfectly in step with the front office’s Moneyballian philosophy. Unlike Gr…sorry, still can’t bear to utter the joker’s name.
One thought about Moneyball. The just-released paperback version includes a new afterword by author Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1081793381717622902004-04-12T13:36:00.000-04:002004-04-12T16:29:49.920-04:00We're so excited about NBC's replacement for Frasier -- the hilarious-looking new sitcom First Sisters? According to an NBC executive, Barbara and Jenna's characters are said to closely resemble these two female siblings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1081174938613376162004-04-05T10:21:00.000-04:002004-04-05T10:25:00.513-04:00Went to see my guru. Be back soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1080936901947965302004-04-02T14:49:00.000-05:002004-04-02T15:36:32.700-05:00Our friends over at slower.net have some great photos from a marvelous party that we weren't invited to. From the bottom of our unworthy little blogspot heart, we hope the creme de la creme of the New York "niche media scene/new york blog kru" choke on their steak tartare at Megu or Hearth or wherever the fuck they're dining this weekend. Little trust-fund deuchebags, telling everyone what the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488194.post-1080919199204716702004-04-02T10:19:00.000-05:002004-04-02T10:35:14.966-05:00To Do This Weekend: Drive Traffic to Gawker
• Go to Borders and pick up The Scandal of Ms. Hesser and Ms. Chai: A Wardrobe Malfunction On The Upper West Side.
• Clone pussy.
• Search the Kinja digests of hundreds of thousands of bloggers, scanning for Blubox.
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0