Finna be a star quick.

From this week’s review of El-P’s Cancer for Cure, by Jeff Weiss.

“…But El-P and by proxy Definitive Jux were stereotyped with opinions like the one A$AP Worldwide co-founder Yams offered earlier this year: Company Flow fans don’t buy A$AP Rocky records. Maybe that was true 10 years ago (if A$AP Rocky been out of Junior High), but the truth had become closer to El-P’s response: I’m in Company Flow and I listen to A$AP. It was the rap equivalent of the Battle of New Orleans. The cease-fire had been signed, but there was one last conflict before putting the era to sleep.”

Enjoyed writing this with Matt Brennan over at our Shouts from the Balcony blog. Our Top Ten Movies.

shoutsfromthebalcony:

Each decade since 1952, the British film magazine Sight & Sound has polled a bunch of critics and directors. The question is simple. What are the 10 greatest films ever made? There are, as far as we know, no criteria beyond that. (You can no longer put sequels together with the original…

Beasts of the Southern Wild Trailer. I am immensely excited for this film. Immensely. If the trailer is accurate, this film seems to be capturing the post-apocalyptic world of Bayou life (their world is literally sinking into the Gulf of Mexico, check out the comprehensive Bayou Farewell to get the full story) better than anything I’ve seen in a while. June 27 cannot come soon enough.

Kool AD. La Piñata. 

Alabama Shakes. “Hold On.”

Credit to Zack and Jeff Sandman for a lot of these.

The Original:

Pizza in the morning. / Pizza in the evening. / Pizza at suppertime. / When pizza’s on a bagel, / you can eat pizza anytime.

Hemingway:

Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When a man looks in the eyes of a charging bull, and knows himself, and knows that he is alive, and full, then, and only then…can he eat pizza anytime.

Shakespeare (in iambic pentameter) (nice one, Zack):

‘Tis evening - dost I dare eat a bagel? / For morning cometh and I shall eat one then. / When pizza sits atop a breakfast bagel, / tyme has no place in guiding when to eat. 

Bret Easton Ellis:

Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s on a bagel, you can rip a line off the cheese while mindlessly fucking a hooker in a three thousand dollar Armani suit.

Chaucer:

Pizza eyn the morne. Pizza eyn the eve. Pizza eyn suppere tyme. But now, sire,—lat me se—what I shal seyn. A ha! by God, I have my tale ageyn. There shal be pizza faire any tyme!

Marx:

Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s on a bagel, you can escape the alienation of bourgeois oppression anytime.

Joyce:

When the peetsa go tumbledownfall theselse into yer mouth, come eve err ning, come suppah, then the taste goes hurtleturtled out of heaven from swerve of shore to bend of bay. Ay but then the peetsa come on a bay gull, ay then it goes hobbledeedink anytime!

Steinbeck:

Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s on a bagel, you can find camaraderie in your fellow struggling man, despite the pain of enduring life in a classist society.

Ayn Rand:

Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s on a bagel, you should only eat that bagel if you are a mammoth among men, a hero, a giant who holds the world on his shoulders, blood running down your chest, your knees buckling, your arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of your strength…you and only you should have the need, the right, to eat that pizza anytime.

David Foster Wallace:

So I guess what happens is that there is pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening, pizza at, well, you can finish the rest. You know the jingle. We all do. It’s part of this world we grew up in, dominated by advertisers, where we are shown (repeatedly, constantly, to the point of near perpetuity) the same jingoistic songs, the “He likes it! Hey Mikey!” repetitions that come part and parcel with being (growing up, living) as an American. W/r/t the pizza…well, yes, you can eat it at anytime. But in doing so, aren’t you sort of complying with the very world these ads are creating by/about/for us? From the start? And do we comply with this assertion that pizza, when put on a bagel, sort of exempts itself from the daily schedule of our lives (the breakfast/lunch/dinner paradigm laid out by 1950s Leave It To Beaver, etc.) and thus tries to (in a weird way) undermine the very advertising culture it itself belongs to? And should we even care?

Jonwayne - Non-Living

Diplo takes on NOLA Sissy Bounce. 

runofplay:

NG: Now, you were recently named the third [best] dressed man in Britain by GQ …

MB: Second!

NG: Second? Nice one. How does that feel?

MB: Don’t care.

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