Video Digest: November 2, 2007
Full of adolescent admiration, Rosecrans Baldwin pays tribute to Flight of the Conchords, New Zealand’s fourth most popular folk-parody duo.
Full of adolescent admiration, Rosecrans Baldwin pays tribute to Flight of the Conchords, New Zealand’s fourth most popular folk-parody duo.
Chapter 2 of the latest moves: Rosecrans Baldwin on the Techtonik dance craze sweeping through Paris and the French suburbs. Readers, prepare your mullets.
The humor and horror in sports: Rosecrans Baldwin investigates what’s so great about tennis impersonations, why everyone loves Beckham, what happens when you humiliate your best friend’s girlfriend in front of millions, and whether football or rugby are for him.
From a city where R&B is banned, Rosecrans Baldwin reports on the latest dance crazes he can’t find abroad: Aunt Jackie, Chicken Noodle Soup, the jungle footsie, Chicago stepping, toe wop, the majesty of Lil’ Britney, and the Molly Ringwald.
I have reason to reminisce. My tenure of living in New York City is ending, and in the weeks before I move, I’m starting to forget what I dislike about New York. More on that later. But how easily music conjures memories. I think I was turned on to
The book’s closed on the first three months of 2007, which makes now as good a time as any to take stock of the quarter that’s just ended. Here are our favorite tracks from the year thus far. Rosecrans Baldwin “Fake Empire” by the National The digital revolution
Spring is taking its time this year, teasing us with a few warm days. When the weather’s nice, I want to listen to HOT 97. My finger’s drawn to the pre-programmed rubber button on the hood of my radio. And three times in the last two weeks,
I have a soft spot for mood music, particularly songs that can be played quietly and help me focus on work instead of on the sounds of two construction projects down the street. Jack Blackfelt, “your generation X-Y JaZz Guy,” has a great early-to-mid 20th century jazz
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we get sick of our colloquial phrases and thus a contest is born: Invent a bon mot for everlasting fame.
Masters of the musical universe who put songs in singers’ mouths, I am just sick about this track—thank you for this artist, this song! My window is open and the neighbors are torturing their cats just to have something else to listen to. As of this scribbling, iTunes reports