A Perfect Crime is (Potentially) Discovered

Wow, holy fuck. Anyone heard this yet? When you listen to the title track you too will likely be amazed @ how much it sounds like Alvy's "Better Than Nothing."

Here's an idea. Alvy sues Beck for plagiarism a la the George Harrison/He's So Fine scandal. The world will hear Alvy's track, realize his talent and a star will be born. Plus I will receive 15% of all future royalties.

Who's in?

"Modern Guilt"

Happy 50 Jacko

Madonna, Michael and Prince all now 50

McCain's Veep

This is getting interesting...

Thoughts?

Article

Ebert on The Mariotti Flap

For the few of you out there who read the sports page, it may please you to know that scumbag-loudmouth-windsock columnist Jay Mariotti quit the Sun-Times this week. The story that has leaked out says that Rick Telander, his nemesis, called dibs on the "Obama Says White Sox is Real Baseball" story. Mariotti was so pissed that he sent a two word email, "I quit", to the editors, who promptly said, "ummm...ok." He then went on TV and said (I'm paraphrasing): "Newspapers are dead. The Sun-Times website is a joke. I'm moving on to a place that's actually in the 21st century." Sun-Times stalwart Roger Ebert wrote him this open letter in the paper. Classic.

Dear Jay,

What an ugly way to leave the Sun-Times. It does not speak well for you. Your timing was exquisite. You signed a new contract, waited until days after the newspaper had paid for your trip to Beijing at great cost, and then resigned with only an email. You saved your explanation for a local television station.

As someone who was working here for 24 years before you arrived, I think you owed us more than that. You owed us decency. The fact that you saved your attack for TV only completes our portrait of you as a rat.

Newspapers are not dead, Jay, although you predicted the death of the Sun-Times and the Tribune. Neither paper will die any time soon. Job-hunting tip: It is imprudent to go on TV and predict the collapse of a newspaper you might hope would hire you. Times are hard in the newspaper business, and for the economy as a whole. Did you only sign on for the luxury cruise? There's an old saying that you might have come across once or twice on the sports beat: "When the going gets tough, the tough get going."

Newspapers are not dead, Jay, because there are still readers who want the whole story, not a sound bite. If you only work on television, viewers may get a little weary of you shouting at them. You were a great shouter in print, that's for sure, stomping your feet when owners, coaches, players and fans didn't agree with you. It was an entertaining show. Good luck getting one of your 1,000-word rants on the air.

The rest of us are still at work, still putting out the best paper we can. We believe in our profession, and in the future. And we believe in our Internet site, which you also whacked as you slithered out the door. I don't know how your column was doing, but we have the most popular sports section in Chicago. The reports and blog entries by our Washington editor Lynn Sweet have become a must-stop for millions of Americans in this election year.

After a recent blog entry I wrote about the Beijing Olympics, I woke up at 5 a.m. one morning, when North America was asleep, and found that 40 percent of my 100 most recent visitors had been from China. I don't have any complaints about our Web site. So far this month my Web page page has been visited from virtually every country on earth, including one visit from the Vatican City. The Pope, no doubt. Hope you were doing as well.

You have left us, Jay, at a time when the newspaper is once again in the hands of people who love newspapers and love producing them. You managed to stay here through the dark days of the thieves Conrad Black and David Radler. The paper lost millions. Incredibly, we are still paying Black's legal fees.

I started here when Marshall Field and Jim Hoge were running the paper. I stayed through the Rupert Murdoch regime. I was asked, "How can you work for a Murdoch paper?" My reply was: "It's not his paper. It's my paper. He only owns it." That's the way I've always felt about the Sun-Times, and I still do. On your way out, don't let the door bang you on the ass.

Your former colleague,

Roger Ebert

Our next president?

Not sure why I find this image so fascinating, but I do.

Happy Friday.

The Way That You're Dead

the correct lyric is: half of the battle is knowing THEY'D kill you/half of the battle is hating your friends.

although in listening to it again, i think i sang it wrong


also, tony b.---the doris album 'between you and me' can be found at cdbaby.com, iTunes, or from alvy's computer.

https://rcpt.yousendit.com/600693801/10798dd1b304fc01e4ecdcc7a4cde3d7

While we're trying to figure out the source of the mystery lyrics

Well, any thoughts? I have these ideas to share:

I like her a lot.
My initial feeling was that she shouldn't speak at the convention.
The strategy of the speech was right on (reveal the softer, yet "urban" side of the Obamas and address HRC supporters.)
That is a tall ass family.
Without HRC, Michelle's speech would not have happened.

Help Me

I have a lyric stuck in my head, and I can't figure out what song it's from...

"Half of the battle is knowing they killed you/Half of the battle is hating your friends"

Anybody?

"... man arrested near Denver with rifle never posed 'credible threat'"

Blah blah blah ... some nuts with guns (and drugs and stolen / fake id's and a bulletproof vest) arrested near Denver. Key quote:

When asked if he felt there was a plot to kill Obama, Nathan Johnson said, "Looking back at it, I don't want to say yes, but I don't want to say no." Johnson was interviewed while being held in jail on drug charges. He said he wasn't involved in any plot.

I'm not sure that's the best way to CYA, but ... i'm neither lawyer nor criminal mastermind.
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So how about Uncle Teddy's speech?! Not bad for a guy who just had brain surgery.

Seriously.

Excerpted from Salon.com:

April 13, 2007 | Kevin Ryan doesn't want to talk about his recent fling with Web stardom. He's a bit rueful and more than a little nervous about it, in fact, and wishes the whole thing would just go away.

If you missed his star turn, here's what happened: Ryan, a 33-year-old Houston music producer and author, went into his home studio and engineered a sort of retro mash-up of two of his favorite artists, Bob Dylan and Dr. Seuss.

Ryan took the text from seven Seuss classics, including "The Cat in the Hat" and "Green Eggs and Ham," and set them to original tunes that sounded like they were right off Dylan's mid-'60s releases. He played all the instruments and sang all the songs in Dylan's breathy, nasal twang. He registered a domain name, dylanhearsawho.com, and in February posted his seven tracks online, accompanied by suitably Photoshopped album artwork, under the title "Dylan Hears a Who."

"Green Eggs and Ham" was set to a tune and arrangement somewhere between "Highway 61 Revisited" and "Subterranean Homesick Blues," complete with Dylan's rushed, occasionally sneering phrasing.

All this accompanied by an up-tempo electric band, complete with the jaunty skirling of a Hammond organ.

It was clever and delightful. Ryan had immersed himself so fully in Seuss' words and Dylan's style that he managed to merge two quite different creative intelligences. Many who have heard the tracks come away convinced they're really listening to Bob Dylan.

Reached in Houston, Ryan confirmed the work was his but declined to speak about it on the record except to say he never expected it to attract any attention. Instead, "Dylan Hears a Who" was quickly picked up by bloggers and the popular Web site BoingBoing and went viral, attracting hundreds of thousands of visitors.

Then Dr. Seuss Enterprises, the La Jolla, Calif., firm that publishes the works of the late Theodor Geisel, heard "Dylan Hears a Who." Only two weeks after word of the site began spreading, Ryan got a cease-and-desist demand from the Seuss lawyers, who said the site and songs infringed the company's copyrights and trademarks. Ryan complied quickly and quietly. Instead of the Dylan/Seuss tracks, visitors to dylanhearsawho.com find a brief message saying the site has been "retired" at the request of Dr. Seuss Enterprises.

If you were caught up in the momentary wonder of how someone could execute such an ingeniously perfect blending of period musical style, '60s attitude and loopy storytelling, it was tempting to see all of this as just another case of a heavy-handed corporate copyright holder -- a master of copyright war, to call on the old Dylan oeuvre -- sticking it to the little guy.

Ryan -- best known as the coauthor of "Recording the Beatles," a meticulous investigation of every track, take and song the group committed to vinyl -- was face-to-face with a company that zealously guards its intellectual property. Losing a copyright-infringement case can be extremely expensive. In addition to the federal law's $150,000 maximum in statutory damages, defendants can find themselves on the hook for the plaintiff's legal fees. (Dr. Seuss Enterprises declined comment on "Dylan Hears a Who," questioning why it was even a subject of interest. Dylan's attorney did not return a call for comment on Ryan's work.)

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Usain Bolt: Showboater or Showstopper?

Some people said Usain Bolt was "disrepectful" while absolutely creaming everyone in the signature event of the Summer Olympics, the 100 meter dash. Leave it to the great Heather Havrilesky, Salon.com television critic and my e-girlfriend, to sort it all out:

I knew Bob Costas would do it eventually. For more than a week, he'd managed to hold down the Olympic Spirit Desk in Beijing without throwing too much fanciful pontification into the mix. He'd refrained from unpacking his adjectives. He'd shown an unusual degree of self-control, smiling gamely and interviewing a grinning Michael Phelps or an outraged Bela Karolyi, the Romanian Captain Kangaroo of women's gymnastics, all without any extracurricular diatribes.

But then a few nights ago, that old, familiar self-righteous Costas emerged to take issue with 100-meter (and eventual 200-meter) gold medalist Usain Bolt from Jamaica. In case you've been hiding out in your nuclear bunker all week, Bolt broke his own world record and took the gold when he ran the 100-meter dash in an astonishing 9.69 seconds. But most amazing of all, Bolt not only appeared relaxed during the last 20 meters of the race, but he slowed down slightly, looked around him, and then, seeing that no one was even close, beat his chest with pride as he crossed the finish line. Naturally, to Costas and a few other pundits, this was a complete and total outrage.

Forget that the slow-motion shots of Bolt, casually speeding across the finish line and throwing his arms out to celebrate while the men next to him looked ready to spontaneously combust with the effort they were exerting, may constitute the most incredible Olympic footage ever. Using track and field commentator Ato Boldon's remarks as a launching point, Costas hopped on board the controversy train with his usual recklessness on Monday night, marveling with Boldon over Bolt's performance, then playing the scold, unprompted: "From where I sat ... it's disrespectful to his competitors and it's disrespectful to the Olympics and to the audience because they deserve to see the best possible performance." Boldon agreed but wouldn't go quite so far with his criticisms, merely saying, "It was a display that should not have been there."

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Funny, if the screaming audience in the Bird's Nest felt disrespected, they certainly didn't show it. When Bolt ran over to give his mom in the stands a hug, he even ended up hugging two wildly enthusiastic Chinese fans along with her. It was the most unbridled display of sheer Olympic glory we'd seen all week, with Michael Phelps' gesturing and screaming during the last leg of the 4x100 freestyle relay taking a close second.

But Costas is so hot to stir things up that he can't help overstating the entire affair. Like the square football announcers who tsk-tsk endlessly about "showboating" in the end zone like it's the end of modern civilization as we know it, Costas has been trilling about "class" and "classiness" among athletes for decades now, as if it's the pinnacle of human achievement to reach a seemingly impossible goal, and then celebrate by acting like you're waiting for the F-train. What kind of bizarre WASPy mentality suggests that raw emotions should be saved for the most appropriate time and place, and then expressed in the most proper, so-called classy way?

Bolt enjoys joking around with his competitors. One of his shoes was untied when he ran the 100-meter race. His technique is described as sloppy and amateurish. He polished off a bunch of Chicken McNuggets right before the race. He's that kind of a guy. He's 21 years old, for Chrissakes! He became the fastest man on earth by a long shot, breaking his own record, while every other contender huffed and puffed along several feet behind him. How would anyone dare to claim that he owed it to the fans to run even faster, or that he disrespected them by celebrating a little early? What in the world is Costas, space alien from Planet Honky, talking about? Why should Bolt care about class, of all provincial, bourgeois values? What the hell is class, anyway, but some arbitrary code that soulless, high-capitalist professional robots live by?

You know what I like to see in the world's greatest athletes? Exuberance, and joy, and tears. I'd like to see them rip their clothes off and run around the Bird's Nest naked. I'd like to see a guy who's fast enough to beat his competitors then walk slowly across the finish line while grabbing his package. There's your world record right there, motherfrackers. Take that, masters of the corporate-sponsored Olympic universe. I'm just too goddamn fast to heed your mortal concerns.

Don't Be Tardy!

Hey Now - You're A Has-Been!

Tomorrow night, Bud Light Presents Smashmouth at the Cubby Bear. Face-o-rama.

Who wants to go down there with me? We can scream, "Play that one from Shrek, you fat fuck!" over and over again until we get kicked out, and then while security is dragging us away we can set off a dirty bomb!

Note to Homeland Security blog scanners: just kidding.

Lebowski--Behind the Music

From Rolling Stone #1060, on the 10th Anniversary of The Big Lebowski

A tougher get was Townes Van Zandt's cover of the Rolling Stones' "Dead Flowers," which plays over the Lebowski's closing credits. "Former Stones manager Allen Klein owns the right to it," T-Bone Burnett says. "He wanted $150,000." Burnett begged Klein to just come down and watch an early cut of Lebowski, "It got tot he part where the Dude says, 'I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!' Klein stands up and says, 'That's it, you can have the song!' That was beautiful." For the record, Burnett agrees with the Dude, "The Eagles sort of single-handedly desroyed that whole scene that was brewing back then," he says, but the line infuriated Glenn Frey. "I ran into Frey and he gave me some shit," Jeff Bridges says. "I can't remember what he said exactly, but my anus tightened a bit."

Watch Out For a Baby Bjorn Driveby, There Could Be Anything In There

We need some kind of intervention here, people, and it's up to you locals to do it. Oliver is blatantly throwing gang signs in Liga and Andarte's hospital room.



That baby is gonna get a cap in her tiny ass before her first birthday, mark my words. Can't we get him in a midnight basketball league or something?!?!?

(props to EKM for spotting this outrage)

GP

Man Tattoos Face to Make Sure His Kids Remember NBC went to Beijing

A Classic. Still maybe the best thing on the internet.

Camp Biche - The Luxury Fitness Boot Camp in Southwestern France

"Camp Biche is the physically challenging fitness retreat -- with soothing spa amenities and pampering accommodations -- where you'll turbo-charge the attainment of your weight-loss and fitness goals."

The Canton Files

Things People Clapped For

Mewwwwsick.

ugh. I took off a couple of songs a friend told me to put on this because they were awful. should be better now.

Kitty!

I could watch this all day.

Michael Phelps Celebrity Mix

Olympics fans, I submit for your consideration:
Michael Phelps = 70% Jaws from the Bond films, 10% one of those Columbine high school murderers (I'm not bothering to figure out the name of the douchebag--the one on the right).

Great Moments In Advertising

from Yahoo:


Spanish basketball team poses for offensive picture

Spain's Olympic basketball team posed for an advertisement prior to the Games which appears to show all its players slanting their eyes, a move that could offend its Olympic hosts in Beijing. The ads, for a Spanish courier company, appeared in the Spanish-language newspaper La Marca.

“We did it because we thought it was going to be something nice, something with no problem,” Calderon told Yahoo! Sports. “But somebody wants to talk about it. It is too much of a big deal with you guys (the media) and everybody talking about that.”

Head coach Aíto García Reneses didn’t get it, either. Reneses comes from an older generation of Spanish society, one which has little time for the politically correct niceties of the modern world.

“If I go to play with a taller team and I put here (raising up on the tips of his toes) it is not an offense,” Reneses said. “I can’t understand anything more.”

But Gasol got it. He didn’t get it when the Spanish courier company persuaded the players to pose with their index fingers stretching their eyes to a thin slit at a team media day, but he sure as heck gets it now.

“Some of us didn’t feel comfortable doing it just because to me it was a little clownish for our part to be doing that,” Gasol said. “But the sponsors insisted and insisted. I think it is just a bad idea I guess to do that, but it was never intended to be offensive or racist against anybody.

“I didn’t find it very funny. I didn’t find it offensive, either. I guess some guys didn’t mind. To me I don’t want to be that way, I guess, to be doing that stuff.

“If anybody feels offended by it we totally apologize for it. We never meant anything offensive by it.”

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Hitmaker: 40+1

All Hail the Hitmaker!


Photograph lifted from his fascinating public archives

Who Likes Words?

Here is the Washington Post's Mensa Invitational which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the winners:

1 . Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

2. Ignoranus : A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

3. Intaxication : Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

4. Reintarnation : Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

5. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

6. Foreploy : Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

7. Giraffiti : Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

8. Sarchasm : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the Person who doesn't get it.

9. Inoculatte : To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

10. Osteopornosis : A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon : It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido : All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.) : Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words. And the winners are:

1. Coffee , n. The person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted , adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.

3. Abdicate , v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade , v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly , adj. Impotent.

6. Negligent , adj. Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.

7. Lymph , v. To walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle , n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence , n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash , n. A rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle , n. A humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude , n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon , n. A Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster , n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism , n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent , n . An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men

Download - Blitzen Trapper

Blitzen Trapper, whose "Wild Mountain Nation" was my favorite song of 2007, have a new record coming out in September called Furr. If the title track is any indication, they're going headlong into the California sound circa 1968 - never a bad thing, if you ask me. Just stay away from David Crosby. He smells funny.

Blitzen Trapper - "Furr"

Bonus Download: Okkervill River covering the John-Phillips-in-Suede-Fringe classic, "April Anne"

Ok, I'll Blog It Then.

I know most of you haven't heard, but John Edwards admitted to cheating on his wife. His cancer wife. Between his attempts to become Preznit of the USofA.

I can't really say what he was thinking, can I? I mean I can think that I can...but I really can't. I definitely can't explain how he thought it would not be uncovered. I can't explain what he thought would happen to him or his party if he actually became the presumptive Democratic nominee for President.

But since he told ABC News that he cheated on his wife when her cancer was in remission, I can and will say this:

He cheated on her when he thought she was going to live, rather than when he thought she was going to die.

NY Times on Ukin'

NEW YORK TIMES UKE ARTICLE

Man on Wire

QD and I saw this film last night about Phillippe petit's quest to walk a tightrope between the top of the twin towers. It was utterly uplifting and fascinating and the way the documentarian chose to tell the story in the bank heist genre was genius. Go see it!

New Facebook Group

Hilarious.

Former Radicals For Obama

He's hip! He's cool! He's black! Assuage your middle-class guilt in one easy step! Jettison your radical principles and embrace the rock-star of the moment! Don't listen to the nagging voice telling you he's a corporate wolf in sheep's clothing who'll say anything he thinks you want to hear! He's different! He'll never bomb Iran! So stop all your silly talk about decentralization and workers' control and the inevitable contradictions and crises of capitalism, and let your subscription to Z Mag lapse -- you know you're a big government socialist at heart!

Of, er ... Olympic proportions.

I'm guessing this is going to look pretty good when NBC actually airs it - 12 hours late - because based on these beautiful photos, China sure can put on an incredible, and slightly scary, show (scary in it's vast scale, that is.)

Also, it makes this part of my most favorite childhood Olympics look pretty sleepy by comparison.

Strange and Interesting All the Way Around

As some of you know, I work with About Face Theatre and this year's season includes a limited engagement by Taylor Mac, a critically acclaimed New York performance artist. I think it's going to be an incredible show, he's not your average drag queen. I wish he was in town for our ukulele cabaret.

This is a song he wrote about Lynn Cheney and Saddam Hussein.

Ouch.

Growing up within spitting distance of the Wisconsin border, I developed a strong dislike of the Green Bay Packers - those damn Cheeseheads were everywhere and you had to pick your sides early on. Subsequently, I can't stand Brett Favre and I find it hilarious that, after making a big deal about retiring and then coming back, he gets his sorry butt traded to New York.

http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/8381934?MSNHPHCP&GT1=39002

Sick Gigs

From the Miles Raymer's blog for the Chicago Reader:

Just in case you thought Tim Kinsella had a lock on the title of Most Audience-Alienating Kinsella, here's a report from a recent Owen show in Seattle from the Stranger's Line Out blog:

People yell out songs for him to play, and they are of course ignored. "These guys came from Utah and asked me to play like six songs, and I'm not going to play any of them," he shrugs. Someone yells out, "Fade to Black!" That sparks his attention. At the end of his set, Kinsella announces, "Okay, now I'm going to play every riff I know from 'Fade to Black.'" He knows most of the 7 minute Metallica epic, and goes from riff to riff for about three minutes, adding the occasional guitar solo with his mouth. When he's done with that he announces, "Now I'm going to play all the other Metallica riffs I know," and proceeds to toss out random sections of different songs. The crowd starts to get restless. Someone yells something at him, he responds, "Fuck you dude, I'm playing Metallica." After several minutes he walks off stage saying, "You don't want to hear this? These are the highest selling riffs of all time! I'll save them for an audience who cares." There is scattered applause. Outside I hear a girl tell her friends, "That was the shittiest performance I've ever seen, and I'm from Montana."

I KNEW IT

Though much of the voice effect is Bale's own doing, under the guidance of director Christopher Nolan and supervising sound editor Richard King, the frequency of his Batman voice was modulated to exaggerate the effect.

For My Family

Kafka Porn

GREAT WRITERS
Franz Kafka: Pornographer
Franz Kafka wrote dark, brilliant, surreal works of souls in crisis, bureaucracy run amuck, dehumanizing class systems—and a lot of dirty, sexy smut. Researches have discovered a bounty of porn in the great writer's notebooks, and they mean for you to read it. "Experts have unearthed a stash of explicit pornographic material belonging to German author Franz Kafka. The erotic material has been ignored by scholars anxious to preserve the writer’s image. James Hawes, an academic and Kafka expert came across the material in copies of Kafka’s journals in the British Library in London and the Bodleian in Oxford. Hawes said that the author’s stash shows him as more human than a popular quasi-saintly writer. 'These are not naughty postcards from the beach. They are undoubtedly porn, pure and simple. Some of it is quite dark. It’s quite unpleasant.'"


start the satirizing: 'Gregor Samsor awoke one morning to discover he was _____________________'

Lake Effect Halloween Cabaret

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday by a long shot. Judging from past years, my favorite Halloweens are those in which I am:

1. In costume
2. At a party with all of my friends
3. on stage or watching others onstage
4. drunk

We're going hit all of those marks with the first and hopefully not the last Lake Effect Halloween Cabaret. Yes, its three months off, but as we all know, time will fly and it will be here before we know it! We have Silvies booked for Friday, October 31, 2008. here are suggested guidelines:

1. This is a full band rock show. Shared Backline will be provided
2. Each band will have a 20 minute set
3. Each band should become another band, famous, local, or made-up.
4. every act should be in costume

If we go from 9:00 PM-2:00 AM, we have space for 10 bands total with one playing every half hour. If you want a time slot for your act, e-mail me at mesimons@hotmail.com. We'll start with Lake Effect folks and radiate out from there.

Where all the TRUE ARTISTS at?!?!?

From Craig's List-


~Beat Maker Sound Audio Person to Help Make Recording New Artist Free (Southside Chicago)

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Date: 2008-08-01, 9:43AM CDT


Best new artist Mike G needs Beats to Rap to . Experienced Beat maker like Dr Dre needed to work on some debut album tracks for the FREE!!!! You will get credit on the cd and most likely many jobs since you get to work with the best freestlye rapper in Chicago. Also Mike G needs someone to help him learn to make his own beats. I am his Manager and I have some vocals that need to be made into songs so a lot of tweaking needs to be done to get like 15-21 songs/raps from the raw vocals. Thank you for being a True Artist and not a money hungry corprate non artisic individual. For we all are artists and we are really trying to make memorable art, who cares if it even sells just as long as it could bring satisfaction to us artists who make it. Keep your eyes on the price and get your name and beats out there with Mike G. Become one of the founding fathers of Mike G Records. Call Mike 708 263-7110 or Email Moneymix@hotmail.com P.S. If you called before I lost your number so please call again 708 263-7110 Yes several Poential Free Beat Makers Called Very Sorry I lost your number please recall....


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Monkey Hour

via Hopper's blog.