Kanye Day

nobody@vox.com(nohablo) — Sat, 10 May 2008 22:49:52 -0700

13 Young Folks (Cover)

Kanye West

PROS
- 30% Fresher than Caturday.
- 120% More likely to make you break out into the Chicken Noodle Soup Dance.

CONS
- I am 56% sure that Kanye West is not an adorable kitten.

Good thing that there's still that extra 44%!

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This Week in Obsessions: Tracks

nobody@vox.com(nohablo) — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:24:46 -0700

09 Flashing Lights (ft. Dwele)

Kanye West

I would take a bullet for the opening 40 seconds of this track, which more than redeem Ye's pathetic dog-eared rhyme book, flagrant abuse of mixed metaphors, and deliriously nonsensical similes. Anything for you, roiling disco-stomp and flossy, glossy strings!

01 Get Down

Nas

Struts with a pimp-roll James Brown sample and sneers with gimlet-eyed defiance. Get Down is hard, grim, gritty, and the perfect unhewn, poetic epic for the slums. Also known as: Mommy, Nas made me a Black Panther!

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Grab Bag (2AM)

nobody@vox.com(nohablo) — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 23:51:36 -0700

THE WHITEBOY MUSIC PROJECT

13 Bitches Ain't Shit

Ben Folds

Bitches Ain't Shit
DEF: (1) Dr. Dre's anthem to the ladies. At times incomprehensible, but always dirty, and always ready to shove a dick down any indignant bitch's craw. (2) Ben Folds white bread, archly ironic, archly lame cover of said anthem. Commonly known as a godsend for lameass nerds who can't rap, can't dance, but have had twelve years experience learning classical piano.

Synonyms:

07 Boyz N the Hood

THE WOUNDED BOOKLIST
The three signs of certain death: (1) Read for class, (2) Hazy apathy, (3) Never reviewed or summarized; a recipe for almost immediate, literary amnesia. For the most part, not overwhelmingly bad. In fact, sometimes insightful and even, emotionally involving. But, hey, laziness combined with a roiling spring term will do that. To the incinerating heap, my good friends. Burn baby burn. Disco inferno.

Complications, Atul Gawande. A-. A grade that would kill Gawande, but it's nothing personal. Well-written, self-conscious, complex, and intelligent. Also earns a gold star for managing to simultaneously indoctrinate the field of Medicine into the ranks of the saints while also pissing all over its integrity.

Mountains beyond Mountains, Tracy Kidder. B+. In which Paul Farmer shows us that being a motivated, hard-working, but most of all, influential idealist isn't mutually exclusive from being a raging, clap-infested dickbag. The book becomes tolerable because of Kidder's mixed feelings about Farmer. Kidder is never the fanboy, but still admires Farmer for his efforts and his successes, fairly. What elevates the book beyond salivating hero-worship is the fact that, at times, you feel that Kidder just wants to lay off and slug Farmer in the teeth. I like that. Gold stars for everybody except the dewy-eyed champions of the world.

Breathing for a Living, Laura Rothenburg. B-. A nineteen year old chronicles her struggles with her ultimately fatal cystic fibrosis. Rothenburg is always extraordinarily self-aware and analyzing. She sometimes dips into self-obsession but hey, the girl's nineteen and terminal. She's allowed luxuries we aren't. She's a good and often sympathetic narrator who veers between self-pity and confidence, but usually manages to remain sincere without becoming maudlin. It's a fast, compact read, but unfortunately, pretty forgettable.

Bastard out of Carolina, Dorothy Allison. A. Dorothy Allison sings the blues. The book jacket cover talks about the sexual and physical abuse suffered by seven-year-old narrator Bone at the hands of her stepfather. But Allison is an overachiever and has written the most bitter, loathing love-song to the poor, proud, hardscrabble, hillbilly South. An effortless, pained Southern drawl narrates the novel which concludes in one of the most acerbic, yet perfect endings I've read in a while.

Go Ask Alice, Anonymous. C. Open up your internet browser and sift through Livejournal. Hit a journal with lots of x's in the title, and preferable the word: a. broken, b. angel, c. crimson, or d. all of the above. Read it. It's your lucky day. You've been able to read a more fascinating version of Go Ask Alice for free!

Anonymous narrator "Alice" is self-pitying, self-obsessed, and grossly unaware of her cloying, noxious personality. A question for the ages: is Go Ask Alice at its worst when it is (A) comparing sex with "unicorns and rainbows" [I AM NOT KIDDING] or (b) ranting on and on about the Establishment. No seriously. The Establishment. Only salvageable for the rare moments of keen self-loathing - if only so we can root someone on. Go Alice! Hate yourself! We're behind you one hundred percent! Keep the hate alive! And the Editor's Note at the end which comes as a either a slap in the face or a pat on the back, depending on your mood.

THE REC
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Kanye Day

This Week in Obsessions: Tracks

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