Recently I like songs that make me feel like I'm in high school. Los Campesinos! have two new songs and they are not playing fair by having clever lyrics about being awkward, male/female vocals, and being catchy-as-fuck, three of my noted weaknesses. Don't even get me started on the fact that they're Welsh. What follows is a link to Pitchfork, but I promise it is not avant-noise or freak-folk or any other made-up genres that are really just code words for "sucky."
I spent the weekend brandishing fake guns beneath an underpass while the cops looked on, finding a dude in a fridge with a dick drawn on his face, and pretending to be a ghost. This was all in front of a camera. Behind the camera, I mostly just ate at Friendly's and sat in the car for long periods of time.
It all happened in Manchester, True Hampshire, and it will be the source of at least three comedy videos and innumerable screen captures that become Facebook pictures.
It was really cold and our fingers almost froze off holding the guns, but as Dan likes to say, "pain is temporary, film is forever." Or like Ty from AZ said in his blog post I was just reading, "just shut up and film." That is pretty much the best advice there is on the subject.
Donald has released the second single from his as-yet-to-be-released album. It is here and it r00lz.
This is what it's like in my head: Tonight during a break from my thesis class I walked a couple blocks to get dinner without my coat and was very cold, so I kept myself warm with such thoughts as:
A good t-shirt would be "This Fucking Salad Tastes Like Shit." I'd wear it.
A good product would be something called Little Fuckin' Brownies. They would be little fuckin' brownies, bite-size and secret-recipe delicious. They could be niche-marketed to stoner-run sandwich shops on college campuses. All I need is a really good secret brownie recipe and some venture capital.
A good name for a bad college comedy group would be Narcissistic Fibrosis.
When I got back, my classmate Dylan suggested that I could sell Little Fuckin' Brownies out of my Brooklyn anchor store, The Little Fuckin' Bakery. I am not the only one with my particular disease.
Everyone I know is either sick as a dog or in the midst of crippling midwinter depression. Some are both!
Yo, word is bond I got the awesomest boss!
Rachael Mason runs the bar at UCBT. She is my boss. She grew up in New York City and, for the entire month of February, is posting cra-mazing stories about her life (I combined the words crazy and amazing specifically to describe this series of entries, that's how great it is) on her blog. It makes me nostalgic for a time I did not experience.
Go! Now! Read!: Superfree
Related: I think I make more money at my job when I don't smile. I know when I'm at a bar, I tip more when the bartender seems grumpy, because I assume I've done something wrong and want to make up for it. But maybe that's not most people. I think maybe I just have the "original sin" form of relating to people: I usually feel I've done something wrong before we've even met. So maybe it's just me.
Either way: frowning makes me feel cool.
Holla atcha, Washington! Just heard via MySpace that a couple of The Kids in Couver, WA had a DERRICK party.
You guys are awesome.
Other news: We went to the National College Comedy Festival at Skidmore in Saratoga Springs this weekend. My fourth year there, first year as a professional group. Never front on getting paid to do improv for the most receptive audience in the world. It was coo-coo, silly, bananas. Got to bond with UCB Tour Co and Harvard Sailing Team peeps. Got to drink in a lacrosse house with a black-light, a DJ, and a palpable tension between comedy kids and sports dudes with pecs and white Polo shirts. Got to hear about secret societies at Yale. Got to plan out the next three months of my life over burgers and ice cream at Friendly's.
Life is amazing even if you're tired, overwhelmed, and it sucks outside.
More Industry Vs. Kids, this time a little closer to home: our sketch comedy comrades Whitest Kids U Know had a sketch of theirs straight-up stolen by the Budweiser corporation and turned into a Super Bowl commercial. The story is here, via The Apiary.
I don't have much to add, aside from saying while bartending during their UCB run, I sold the Whitest Kids many a Budweiser product, and this is a terrible way for a business to treat its customers, especially when its customers are some of the nicer, funnier dudes out there. Also, I encourage you to watch their new show on FUSE when it premieres very soon, and pass this story on via your blog or your LiveJournal or your Diggs or the google-machines you kids are so fond of.
In other nice-comedians news, Billy Scafuri of sketch comedy pals Harvard Sailing Team has just started writing a weekly online comic strip, and it's fucking awesome. The art is beautiful and the writing is surreal is hell and also very funny. Go go go: The Librarianist. HST will be at Skidmore National College Comedy Festival, performing alongside a certain DERRICK.
MySpace launches video-filtering system: This segues well into a feature I've been wanting to do for a minute, called "DC Presents Over-Extended Similies About The Music Industry":
The music industry going after kids who want to embed songs on their MySpace profile is like if kids in a small town suddenly decided Old Man Thompson's General Store was cool for some reason, and they all started making t-shirts emblazoned with the General Store's logo (Pickly, the smiling pickle barrel) and wearing them around, giving Old Man Thompson all sorts of free advertising there's no way Old Man Thompson could ever get in a million years because Old Man Thompson is old, his way of doing business is outmoded, and he couldn't understand what the kids like or need if he tried, but instead of just accepting this strange development as an unorthodox but ultimately effective way of getting his brand out there, he petitioned the mayor to ban kids from wearing the shirts with his logo because it violated his trademark. And the mayor pushed the bill through, because the dry goods and sundries lobby was really strong in this town.
Please forgive me if this site becomes nothing but me ranting about The Industry Versus The Kids. It's just: has The Industry ever been right?
More DERRICK press, this time from Canada:
The Peak also published a cool little blurb about us a couple weeks ago:
I am referred to as "the long-haired befuddled dude." Descriptions ain't get much more apt.
Dude, all the Prince Super Bowl clips have been taken down off of YouTube at the behest of Universal Music and it's the dumbest thing I can think of.
It's nothing but a free commercial for Prince, a Universal Music recording artist. Why wouldn't you want thousands of kids watching that video, going, "Holy shit...Prince is the TRUTH!" and then going out and getting his greatest hits? Do you really think the money is in that eleven minute clip of Prince? You were not going to capitalize on that eleven-minute clip. A person watching that clip was not one less paying customer. A person watching that clip was one more potential Prince fan.
People really oughta think twice before yanking their product away from willing eyeballs and earholes.
People really oughta think twice before fronting on Prince.
Also: My very, very good friends Doug, Gregor, and Adam are out in LA right now trying to get a TV show made. To that end, they have put promos for the show on the YouTubes. You would do well to watch these promos and send 'em to a friend. When it ends up on the air and is awesome, you can feel like you had a part in making it happen, and all you had to do was watch, go "This shit is funny," and send it along to your little brother or ex-girlfriend.