An Ohio teacher is recovering from her sixth surgery after four teens dropped a 4.5lb rock on her car and crushed her skull.
Forget Barbie. It's all about the Frozen toys this year.
Today, the UN Committee Against Torture urged the US to “fully investigate and prosecute police brutality and shootings of unarmed black youth.”
Due to an injunction for acting like a taxi company, Uber has suspended its transportation operations in Nevada.
KRQE's got you covered of you wanna read a little about Black Friday before venturing out into the unknown (if you haven't already done so).
Wanna see all the crazy stuff the TSA has found in people's bags? Note: Be glad they check this stuff.
A 20-year-old man accused of fatally shooting a teenage couple last month in Santa Fe is being returned to the City Different.
The new I-25/Paseo overpass currently in construction will be “cast in colors that mimic the sun hitting the Sandia Mountains.”
A 9-year-old girl was arrested and charged with battery for allegedly punching her 6-year-old sister in the head.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Upon composing this week's column, I heard from friends and news sources about the tragedy that struck SXSW on March 13, around 12:30am local time. A driver evading police drove down Red River, a closed street and ran down numerous people, killing 2 and injuring 23. Our hearts and prayers go out to the victims and their families. Austin Police Chief Art Acevedo stated that the man will be charged with capital murder and 23 counts of aggravated assault.
'Member Stephin Merritt? Of the Magnetic Fields and other ventures? Yeah, the guy's fairly prolific, considering he's recorded enough material to be someone's deserted island go-to 'til the apocalypse comes. But now Merritt's coming out with a book of poems consisting of two-letter words from the game Scrabble. Mmhmm … you read right. The book will also be illustrated by The New Yorker's Roz Chast. You can read more about it at the New York Times, and you can hear one of my favorite Magnetic Fields tracks below … just for the hell of it.
Speaking of musicians writing books, Keith Richards is writing a children's book. Get the details over at Stereogum.
A couple weeks ago, I posted a new track by Brody Dalle (formerly of The Distillers). And since then, Dalle has shared more details about the upcoming album—like its title and release date: Diploid Love comes out on April 29. And now the raging songstress has come out with a new track (“Don't Mess With Me”). You can hear that below.
Can you imagine The Stooges without Iggy? Well you're gonna have to because they're gearing up to release a new record sans Pop. Supposedly, after releasing last year's Ready to Die, Iggy wanted to take 2014 off; however his bandmates were like “nah.” So they hit the studio to record unreleased tracks from their Raw Power days with guest vocalists like Ariel Pink, Jello Biafra and Teri Gender Bender (of Le Butcherettes), among others. The album (Re-Licked) is still in the works, but guitarist James Williamson says he will release a couple tracks for Record Store Day. So keep your ears open for that. (Or not.)
Speaking of unreleased material, a collaborative track featuring Daft Punk and Jay Z has surfaced. Not sure where the track (“Computerized”) is from, when it was recorded or if it will be released, but music blogs are gonna have something to talk about for a spell. I mean … Daft Punk (along with Pharrell and Stevie Wonder) put on a fantastic performance at the Grammys and Jay-Z … well, he's Jay-Z. You can hear the track below.
I can't remember how I heard of War on Drugs, but Slave Ambient was a pretty good LP. And I was delighted to hear that Kurt Vile was one of the founding members before going solo 'cause … you know … last year's Wakin on a Pretty Daze was pretty stellar. I digress … now WoD is coming out with a new album (Lost in the Dream), and it's streaming over at Pitchfork. And while we're on the topic of streaming, you should also take a listen to Kevin Drew's new record Darlings. Drew is most known for his work with Broken Social Scene. You can hear Drew’s record over at NPR. Both albums hit stores this coming Tuesday.
I know I've mentioned Johnny Cash's upcoming album of lost recordings a couple times, but now there’s a reason to mention it again. For one, it's a lost Johnny Cash album. That alone bears repeating. Secondly, a new video for the track's single “She Used to Love Me a Lot” has surfaced. The video was directed by John Hillcoat (known for his directorial works Lawless, The Road and The Proposition). You can view that below, and look for the album on March 25. That's right around the corner, y'all!
Real audio fanatics can attest that listening to mp3s or CDs can seriously diminish the sound quality of recorded material. But for most people, it's not practical to carry a record player around with them to get that realistic feel of a delectable ditty. That's why Neil Young sought to create a platform for people to hear portable music that still retains that real-sound quality. His platform, called PonoMusic, will let people listen to music digitally, but with the vibe of an original analog recording. And he's shared a video of legendary musicians talking about their experience of trying Pono out. You can watch that at Pono's kickstarter page. And thank Neil Young while you're at it.
As I've said before, I have somewhat of a love/hate relationship with electronic music. It either hits or it doesn't, and for me, more often than not—it doesn't. But I did see Miike Snow perform at Antones in Austin for free because a friend who knew one of the members got us on the list. The show was pretty great, and the energy was there. It was just there. And now Snow member Christian Karlsson (also known for being one half of production duo Bloodshy & Avant) is part of a new duo, which also features Linus Eklow from Style of Eye. Together, they are Galantis. Their eponymous EP is set to come out on April 1, but you can get a taste of their sound by listening to “Help” below.
Hey Zeppelin lovers! Mark June 3 on your calendars because on that day, Led Zeppelin will reissue their first three albums (Led Zeppelin I, Led Zeppelin II and Led Zeppelin III). And those reissues are said to contain unreleased music. It's gonna be a good day. Head over to Consequence of Sound for more info on that.
Why'd you do it, Courtney? Why? Fall Out Boy? Really? You're way better than that. Granted, Courtney Love isn't exactly the most down-to-earth or stable personality, but you can't deny the woman has recorded and written some awesome stuff. Just listen to Live Through This. That entire album is magic. But now a video of Love's collaboration with Fall Out Boy (from their album Save Rock and Roll) has surfaced. The song (for those like myself who didn't waste time or money on the album) is called “Rat a Tat.” And basically the only reason worth watching or listening is Courtney Love. You can view the video below.
Someone found an image of Jesus on a landscaping rock.
One of the original New Mexico same-sex marriage suit plaintiffs died.
The Supreme Court of The United States let stand an Oklahoma Supreme Court decision that struck down a law requiring women seeking abortions to view a detailed ultrasound.
Conditions in parts of the Philippines hit by Typhoon Haiyan are declining rapidly.
Imprisoned Pussy Riot member Nadezhda Tolokonnikova is on her way to a new prison in Siberia.
Frozen dirt walls will contain the contaminated areas around Fukishima.
This guy got a perfectly preserved cold war era fallout shelter with his newly purchased home.
Motorhead's Lemmy Kilmister got a pacemaker.
Pope Francis declares that homosexuals shouldn't be marginalized or judged.
A recent study shows the top food choking hazards for children. Hint: Don't be giving them no hard candy.
In a major sweep, FBI arrest 150 pimps and rescue 105 children in a massive child prostitution ring.
Bill expected to pass which would create better interest rates on student loans, but it's not without its critics.
Officials estimate that the damage is up to $1 million after a severe storm hit Burque on Friday.
Going once! Going twice! Get your New Mexican unclaimed items right here!
19-year-old Justin Covey, who was reported missing yesterday, has been found by Albuquerque police and returned to his parents.
Austin has the Cathedral of Junk. Houston has a house covered in beer cans.
BP Lawyer cites "irreparable injustices" in how settlement payments are being handled.
Officials probe why a jet that crash landed in San Francisco was flying too slow before it hit the runway.
Authorities search for 40 missing people after a train blast in Quebec town that killed five.
Michael Allen speaks out in speculation over whether Albuquerque police could have spared his brother, Vincent Wood, who was shot multiple times on Friday night.
Albuquerque remembers Austin Hudson-LaPore.
Google Doodle and Roswell? Oh, we're there!
City planners want to make Central a little snazzier! Neon signs anyone?
One of those pals, Laurel Barickman, is the co-founder and lead designer of RECSPEC, an Austin-based design studio. She and her husband, David Milner, are prime movers of Austin's nightlife eye-candy contingent. They do visuals, deejay and create rad flyers. This holiday season, the savvy couple transformed their office space into a Twin Peaks-themed wonderland. We're talking detail here, y'all. Glastonbury Grove-recreatin', Bob-faced and Log Lady-offering ornaments adorn a big, majestic tree. Beneath the One-Eyed Jack's-topped fir, a cherry pie awaits Coop. Leland's getting a golf club. Who'll stumble onto the errant copy of Flesh World? With this level of fantastically weird in the picture, it's not surprising that Barickman grew up in Las Cruces. Check out my fave photos of their psychodramatic Pacific Northwest teevee homage below. Keep on scrollin' to listen to RECSPEC's damn good Twin Peaks/Xmas mix.
I reveal some embarrassing memories, wax (sort of) poetic about the New Mexico music scene and use way too many proper nouns in my intro column, Dancing About Pueblo Revival Style Architecture. I’m a noise fan, so send me your feedback.
The end is here. I look forward to my return. I much prefer Albuquerque’s weather and local breweries. But I’ll keep many good memories of FF2011. Where else can I sit in a theater with friends and genre fans from around the world, order a beer and pizza and enjoy watching an uncircumcised penis undergo a vasectomy procedure?
Nowhere else. I promise.
This morning, I caught a screening of Morgan Spurlock's genial documentary, Comic-Con Episode 4: A Fan's Hope. Initially, I took the title to be a geek joke, but it actually speaks to the varied dreams that its subjects want to see realized. Spurlock profiles a soldier who travels cross-country to submit his portfolio; a collector eager to score a 19-inch Galactus figurine; even a young man who proposes to his girlfriend at a Kevin Smith Q&A. While there are no surprises or fresh insights, the film zips through its multiple plotlines with a clear inclination that each story, come closing day, will have its happy ending.
The final day of Fantastic Fest also trends toward happiness--after blazingly hot weather, cool winds and rain clouds appeared.
After watching dozens of blood-soaked films, my final selection was a perfectly light meringue: the adorable Audience Award recipient, A Boy and his Samurai, about a time-traveling warrior transplanted from Edo to Tokyo who lays down his sword and takes up pastry making.
And after the festival's final reel, the Superhero Carnival erupted: I saw an awesome Dr. Strange in attendance, Flash, Aquaman, Duffman, Tacoman and Cookie Monster. There was even a very aerodynamically outfitted Batman. The party was fueled by free Shiner beer, tequila shots, deep-fried, cornflake-crusted bacon strips, fried butter and something that made my mood (and cholesterol) soar higher still: the nacho cheese fountain.
My good friend Mary marveled: “You’ve just taken me to the world’s biggest sausage fest, served with a side of bacon. “
A quick review:
Must-sees: Bullhead, A Boy and his Samurai, A Lonely Place to Die, Headhunters and Kill Me Please.
Recommended: Borderline, Let the Bullets Fly, Boys on the Run, Milocrorze: A Love Story, You Said What? Knuckle, Rabies and The Yellow Sea. Now get out there and find 'em.
Thanks for reading!
Winning a major award is said to be a nerve-wracking experience. At the Fantastic Fest, winning is more liver-wrecking. Each recipient must chug a stein full of beer before making an acceptance speech.
This year, two films swept the Fantastic Fest: Bullhead, a thriller exposing the underbelly of the Belgian cattle industry, won Best Picture, Director and Actor in the AMD & Dell “Next Wave” Spotlight Competition; and You're Next, about a family on retreat being besieged by animal-masked killers, won Best Picture, Director and Screenplay for Horror Features.
This was very exciting and un-sobering news for Bullhead’s genial director, Michael R. Roskam, and Simon Barrett, the screenwriter/producer for You're Next.
The impeccably designed Milocrorze: A Love Story won Best Picture in the Fantastic Features category, while Noboru Iguchi took Best Director for an update of 70’s Japanese kid show (and the inspiration for "Transformers"), Karate Robo Zaborgar.
The Audience Award was given to Yoshihiro Nakamura’s family film, A Boy and his Samurai, about a time-traveling samurai who works to realizes his true talent lies in pastry making,
Belgium’s Bullhead and another Fantastic Fest feature, Brazil’s tremendous Elite Squad: The Enemy Within became their respective country’s official submission to the 84th Academy Awards® for Best Foreign Film.
After days of seeing more movies than I can logically process, I have yet to see many of these award winners--which gives me a lot to look forward to and makes me wonder what I’ve been doing with myself.
Bullhead director Michael Roskam takes a knee to finish his drink while AMD President Charlie Boswell, Extraterrestrial director Nacho Vigalondo, Tim League and Midori Inoue look on.
It's sweltering. Normally, I would go see a movie and escape the heat--but halfway through a film festival, I need to escape the theater.
Fortunately, the HighBall bar across the parking lot hosts the Fantastic Arcade, a sidebar event showcasing independent video games. When I get inside, there’s a string quartet playing stirring soundtrack selections to a demo of D-Pad Studio's upcoming Owlboy.
You can play the games on old-school arcade cabinets, which is cool; but I’m drawn to something very different, called Deep Sea. I’m drawn to it because I can’t see the game at all.
I just see a near-motionless man sitting at a back table, wearing a blue gas mask and holding a flight simulator joystick, which he occasionally taps left, right or on the fire button. It looks very fetishistic.
I arrive in time to nab the final play. Robin Arnott, the game’s designer, wipes the mask down with antibacterial towelettes and fits it snugly onto my head. There are no eyeholes, just black cloth. Then he puts noise-canceling earphones on me. I’m ready to submerge.
The mask is outfitted with surround sound and monitors my breathing. I hear a sonar ping, try to orient myself and shoot in the direction of the sound. This will unleash a series of deepwater monsters; I’m to listen for their roars, toggle the joystick in the creatures’ direction and kill them.
Whenever I make a noise, I attract more monsters. Each exhalation creates a stream of bubbles that overwhelms all other sounds. It’s like breathing through a Jacuzzi air hole (although I enjoy that).
People react very differently to sensory deprivation. Some misfire and blame the game’s design; others navigate the world with a Zen-like quality and develop unique tactics to help them reach the final level; others panic.
I've got one finger on the trigger and another hooked beneath the mask, ready to rip if from my face as my hopeless attempts begin to sink me. I try to breathe slowly. I end up breathing heavily. This is Arnott’s intention: "Survival … require[s] the player to focus intently to the point of suppressing their own breathing, further reinforcing the sensation of claustrophobic isolation."
The mask sucks closer to my face with each intake. Any attempt to hold my breath only makes the sensation worse. The mask’s material is making me sweat and I can’t make out any of the AI. I am totally disoriented.
Then the blackness becomes a new entity--a palpable presence; deep, serene, multi-hued blackness.
Yes! I think. I’ve reached my Zen point.
But I'm not actually playing the game anymore, so I yank off the mask and abort my mission.
Breaking the surface, I am happy to see a bucket of Shiner beer tokens and a Starcade competition underway with arcade favorites Mr. Do and Tapper.
That’s a better way to beat the heat. I’ll put on a cowboy hat and storm the bar. Tap, sling, chug, sling ...
Knuckle covers twelve years in a bitter family feud between three Irish traveler clans—the Quinn McDonaghs, Joyces and Nevins. Travelers live on the margins, facing discrimination and poverty. They don’t turn to the law for solutions; problems get sorted with bare knuckle fistfights, sometimes for pots between 30 and 60,000 Euros.
When director Ian Palmer met James Quinn McDonagh and his brother, he was the hired videographer for a family wedding. They asked him to tape training footage for an upcoming fight. Mr. Palmer agreed and was soon drawn into the Quinn McDonaghs’ lives, compelled to find the reason behind their rivalry.
If you want action, this documentary shows a decade’s worth of bloody fistfights, or “fair fights.” The audience can track the fighters as they grow older and see how the pride and fury that fuels them gets passed through generations. Sons step up for fallen fathers; cousin fights cousin; grandfather fights grandfather(!). Only James, over the course of 12 years, stands undefeated.
It’s an engrossing and brutal movie, with an outcome yet to be determined. Just imagine: The travelers have lived in poverty for over seven centuries; the Quinn McDonaghs and Joyces claim the bitterness between them goes back at least 50 years. Even though James now regrets fighting, how can his opinion stop a tradition? The film does a good job showing the heredity of conflict. Maybe the enmity between Quinn McDonaghs and Joyces speaks to larger immutable conflicts like Palestine and Israel, Serbs and Croats.
Or even, indeed, Elves and Orcs.
This year, Knuckle sponsored the annual “Fantastic Debates” at the South Austin Gym. The debates begin at the podiums and end in the ring. The fight of the night was Elijah Wood facing off against Dominic Monaghan in an epic “Frodo”wn over World of Warcraft’s worth. Dominic, fighting for the pro-WoW faction, handily won the match, hammering on his fellow hobbit like Floyd “Merry”weather, Jr.
Of course, with Mr. Wood arguing for The Legend of Zelda, could any other outcome be expected? See the outtakes below; their part begins around 0:50.
Lots of good movies get shown at a festival; and then there are those great joys, the ones that leave audiences buzzing. When they're foreign, Hollywood will likely snap up the remake rights.
Let The Right One In, The Chaser, Trollhunter and now this year’s buzzed-about French thriller, Sleepless Night, all got deals with major studios. (The haunting Let The Right One In was first to be remade as Let Me In, filmed in New Mexico.)
Now, it is my great pleasure to endorse Denmark’s Clown--a comedy that will never be remade for American audience ... ever. I also doubt the film will get any distribution in North America for reasons that I won’t reveal, but which are integral to the story.
Clown recently won the jury prize for Best Film at Montreal's Fantasia Festival. It began as a Dutch television series ("Klovn") that ran for six seasons.
Stand-up comics Frank Hvam and Casper Christensen star as versions of themselves: Frank is stuffy and self-centered; Casper is a desperate and gregarious middle-aged playboy. Together, they plan to slip away from their partners, rent a canoe and row out to a one-night-only island brothel for a "Tour de Pussy."
But when Frank attends a friend’s wedding party, he discovers his girlfriend has hidden her pregnancy from him, claiming he's not "father material." Case in point: He acts like an ass toward her pudgy 13-year-old nephew, Bo.
After he fails miserably at winning back her trust and love, Frank decides the best way to prove his parental worth is to kidnap Bo and take him along on the "Tour de P." as they tactfully rename it for childrens’ ears.
It's like "Curb Your Enthusiasm" meets The Hangover with a juvenile in tow. Frank's frustrated attempts to teach and protect Bo lead to a downward spiral, made worse at every turn by the duo's poor decisions and absent morals.
There are a lot of comedies featuring men behaving badly, but Clown's director, Mikkel Norgaard, masters the genre with a shockingly hilarious ending that had me covering my eyes and shrieking with laughter.
I won't give anything away, but trust me: In Clown, it's the little details that make the difference.
You can find the original series DVD box set on Amazon.co.uk. You must hunt it down!
Shaking off the smoke from Texas wildfires and roadside rib shacks, I pulled into the South Lamar Alamo Drafthouse parking lot on a hot Thursday for bearded men in black shirts. But meat and heat was the day’s overriding theme.
This is because the festival’s premiere event was Dutch director Tom Six’s Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence.
For anybody who does not yet know what a Human Centipede refers to, stay happy, click away and whistle a merry tune, for even a brief description will rape your mind.
Fans of the first film are free to appreciate it and argue for its worth. Of course, fans of the first film are also likely to volunteer for a “Poop-Sausage Eating Contest.”
While I did not entertain seeing the sequel, I admit that the build-up for it was a blast; undoubtedly, Mr. Six has created an historic meme with a knowingly humorous and sadistic sensibility.
Sadly, the audience reaction to HC2 was not positive. It currently holds the lowest audience rating on the festival site, an equally appropriate 2 stars. This will not stop anyone who enjoyed the first film from seeing the sequel, which drops into select theaters on October 7.
And, hey, maybe it will inspire more barbecue feats like the after party’s three roasted pigs sewn ass to mouth on a banquet table. That’s good eatin’.