Media is Losing Its Focus

I am, by nature, a night person. The last few nights have not only showcased this characteristic of my life, but have also proved to me just why I am this way.

Starting with Tuesday. Tuesdays are layout days for our school newspaper, you know, that one that I'm an editor for, and we were up pretty late (I left the office around 2:30 am) now that, with the recent departure of our layout editor, we all have to produce our own sections. I got back to my dorm and opted to hang out with Spats and T-Lo. I was sitting in their room when two more of our buddies, Bradles and Mangs, showed up. They wanted nothing more than some mickey d's and, owning a car as I do, I volunteered to drive them. It was a quick venture, filled mainly with mindless chit chat, but enjoyable none the less.

Wednesday night Mangs called me while I was finishing up some Shakespeare film responses in the library. I had to watch full length film adaptations of both All's Well That Ends Well and Cymbeline in what night since the discussion board posts were due by midnight. Anywhoo, Mangs was craving some Burger King and was willing to drive, so I decided to join him. As it turns out, Burger King takes around four minutes to provide you with burgers after about 11 pm. During this waiting time we had a conversation concerning existentialism, philosophy, and other aspects of what is, without question, the strangeness that is existence. I hadn't had one of those in ages, and to be honest, yesterday was the perfect night for it. We bought Spats a slice of pie, since he chose to be in a place where his cell didn't get reception, but Mangs ate it before we found Spats. We later ended up in the writing center and I made a baked potato. Incredible, I know.

As for tonight, Mangs again had a craving, this time for real pie. So the two of us, accompanied this time by Spats and Dexter, headed to the local neighborhood Perkins for some coffee and pie. We ended up staying for a couple hours, telling stories about our pasts and participating in the bonding that the collegiate fosters.

I hate this time of year. I love spring, don't get me wrong, but the pressures of not failing my classes combined with knowing that these are the last few weeks I get to spend with some of my friends throws me completely off balance. I balance that by focusing on other things.

As of lately I've been listening to a lot of electronic and experimental stuff. This started because the organization I'm president of is throwing a big dance party in a couple weeks and I'm in charge of the music. I was scanning through the massive amounts of tunes on my computer, trying to find some universally gyrateable rhythms when I started listening to a track by house groover BT and the one and only Mike Doughty. I dug the feel of this track, so I found more of BT's stuff. I never pictured myself as getting into electronic/house style stuff, but it's really complex stuff. Also, Daft Punk is the shit.

I can't recall if I've talked about them before on this particular site, but Animal Collective are incredible. The more I listen to them the more I find in the intricacies of their song construction. I read somewhere that if I like Animal Collective I should check out Battles. Initially, I was skeptical, as they're one of Spin Magazine and Pitchfork Media's poster children. I had obtained their debut full length, Mirrors, a while ago but hadn't gotten around to listening to it until this week. They've done some interesting things on it. It's math art rock, something that rarely gets done well, but in this instance, is incredible. Check it out.



By the way, my respect for Pitchfork Media has been rollercoastering lately (ups and downs). I mean, they did convince me to listen to Battles and they did inform me of what is to be the best hip hop show in Minneapolis this year, but their record review team is absolute crap. First off, they hate The Mars Volta. Now I'm not a superfan of TMV, I dig their sound and I find myself moving to them whenever I have them on, but hate them? I don't understand that. Their worse sin, however, is their recent review of Cloud Cult's newest release. On a ten point scale, reviewer Ian Cohen gave the record a 4.2. I'll be the first to admit, it isn't my favorite Cloud Cult album, but a 4.2? In academic terms (I'm still in college remember) that's a failing grade. He also made fun of them for being an environmentally friendly band, saying "Feel Good Ghosts unfortunately feels like another byproduct of Cloud Cult's recycling process." This may be the only time I print a comment of this sort on this here blog, so brace yourself.

Fuck Ian Cohen.