Thursday, July 29, 2010
Stop by our Facebook page today for your chance to win a Trumbull shirt.1 All you gotta do is post the best picture on our wall. Can it be so simple?
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Leeway – Live soundboard @ JC Staddijk, Nijmegen, The Netherlands 12/07/1991
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Firstly, shoutout to Alexis and Sleigh Bells.
After smoking about 20 joints of zol with Vuilgeboost, we settled back and watched Die Antwoord go full flex on the audience at Governor’s Island. About one minute into “Enter the Ninja,” NINJA had to stop the track and get his and Yo-Landi’s vocals turned up, but this did little to hinder their performance. I admired that their costume changes amounted to popping in an out of different pairs of sweatpants, boxers, XL tees, and gold leggings. Learning was in the curriculum as NINJA administered lessons in Afrikaans between songs. Wanna know what I learned during M.I.A.’s set? How not to perform. How not to let your hype woman act. How to look dumb playing with smoky light trails. How not to mix your sound. The best part of M.I.A.’s set was when the rain started hitting her lasers and she played what sounded like a real song from one of her albums. The second best part was when she threw bottles of tequila into the crowd. Third best was that young boy dancing onstage. And then people started running because there was lightning and some of it was pointing at us.
Die Antwoord Live Hard Fest NYC July 24, 2010 Governor’s Island from Trumbull Magazine on Vimeo.
Let me tally this shit up:
Ticket: $68.90
Zef Side shirt: $25
Pulled pork sandwich: $8
Bottomless lemonade: $18
That’s $120.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
In lieu of new material for the summer, we have traipsed into our archives. Increased interest online in the below-mentioned material is cause for our selection.
NEW YORK (Trumbull Monkey Racing Newswire) — Call it the sport of kings of the jungle. In front of a packed-in house Thursday at the Dog Aqueducts in Queens, 2-to-3 favorite Fueled by Postum delivered on her promise as a dog which could be raced extremely fast by a trained monkey, taking the first Dog Triple Crown win in the history of Thoroughbred Monkey on a Dog Racing (TMDR). She won in easy fashion, glistening to the finish by bit more than two-and-a-thirds of a daschund’s length.
“She raced extremely well for a dog ridden by a monkey,” owner Abe Metro, of the fledgling movie house Metro, Goldwyn and Mayer, remarked from the dog winner’s circle. “This was a race for our president, Herbert Hoover.”
It was also the third win in as many races for Postum, which won the Preakness Monkey Stakes by two lengths and the Kansas Derby by five. Her owner stands to receive a healthy $82.50 sum for successful stewardship resulting in the Dog Triple Crown.
Monkey jockey Cynthia the Monkey, at the helm for all three Triple Crown races, rode Postum hard from the start and gained good distance from the first turn with stern usury of the reins. Postum, ever anxious to please her monkey boss, dug into the bit and began a violent, timed series of dog kicks, pushing dog rival and 3-to-1 shot Hotdogcracy into a dog hole its monkey jockey Stella the Monkey could not dig out of.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Trumbull Island has discovered that one of the hottest jams of 2008-2009, Lady GaGa’s “Poker Face,” has quite an interesting story in its provenance. It seems that our friend Jonathan Lee Riches © had a hand in the penning of this number one hit. In a lawsuit dated March 29, 2010, Jonathan unfurls an account of how GaGa, “star struck” upon recognizing Jonathan at the MGM Grand in July 2002, took action against him after giving her the idea for her second big single:
Stefani Germanotta sat next to me and asked “Excuse me, are those Bugle Boy jeans your [sic] wearing.” …I said “Look lady, can’t you see I got a poker face, I’m trying to concentrate.” She then said “Poker face, I’m going to use that in a song of mine one day.”
Continue reading for the entire text of the suit, as well as the original PDF.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
A Trumbull insider recently washed up in McCarren Park after a short stint at Rikers Island. We couldn’t resist asking him for some Lil Wayne gossip…
Did you see Lil Wayne at Rikers?
No, I didn’t see him but my friend Kent who’s in there was housed with him for like two and a half months in March and April, and then my friend Fred had a seizure in the bullpen.1 He woke up at this hospital in Queens and Lil Wayne was in the bed next to him because I guess Lil Wayne faked some medical shit because he got a 16-year-old pregnant in Far Rockaway and she just had his twins and he wanted to be in the hosptial with the twins while they were born so he faked some medical shit to get there. The mother of the girl was trying to say that he needed a whole motorcade escort back to Rikers Island, like, he needed to be surrounded by cops on motorcycles and shit but he’s just chilling in there. He’s like the first rapper to ever go in there and be like “I wanna be housed in general population,” all rappers when they go in there like DMX and Wu-Tang dudes they go into, not protective custody but high profile, which means they have captains with them at all times and shit. You know, they have police escorts. But Lil Wayne was like “Nah, fuck that, I’m gonna chill,” you know what I mean? And I guess he’s got mad money in his account, he’s in a house with like 50 other inmates, he just buys them all food and whatever they want, you know? So everyone’s like, “Whoa, Lil Wayne, he puts it on in here.” They say he just walks around all day drinking coffee and eating cookies, all day. And the female corrections officers are fuckin’ him and shit, like he’s just ballin’, he doesn’t give a fuck.
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Friday, July 9, 2010
On Monday July 12, Trumbull Island is co-sponsoring a hip hop party at St. Jerome’s, 155 Rivington St in New York City. No cover, cheap drinks, and maybe some Trumbull tees. Naughty ragers get spankings. See you there!
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thoughts on LeBron before his 9 PM announcement … please read the Phil G interview a post below. I assure you, it has more staying power than this.
LeBron James, this past day, has been excoriated for “building his brand,” for potentially leaving Cleveland, for possibly staying in Cleveland, for asking for front-line help, for upsetting the time-honored tradition of the sleepy press conference. LeBron, you see, has been implicating himself in a sideshow instead of leaving the confetti-throwing to removed professionals. And worse, he’s not a winner. It’s hard to say if this outsized rage is deserved or merely misplaced.
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
I used to hang out at this pool in Boston and the lifeguard there was a guy named Phil. I’d go over with a friend or two every now and then, and even though we weren’t really supposed to be there, Phil liked us so he told us jokes and stories about his life, quizzing us on movie trivia, and lending me VHS tapes. One of my favorite stories is about when he moved to California in 1969 and met the Jackson family. In memory of Michael and the one-year anniversary of his death on June 25, 2009, we talked with Phil, who took us back to the scene of Motown’s California takeover, a major moment in pop music history. But first…
Phil?
La-la-la. You know, I lived with Timothy Leary, too, and the Grateful Dead and Baba Ram Dass who was Richard Alpert, and [Allen] Ginsberg, and Owsley [Stanley] who made that acid, when I was, in ’68 i lived on this 25-mile estate owned by William Mellon Hitchcock in Poughkeepsie, N.Y., just like a middle class kid who would take LSD, this middle class, this millionaire kid brought the proponents of LSD, mainly Timothy Leary who had graduated West Point and then became a psychologist at Harvard, and then he discovered LSD from Switzerland and he coined the phrase, “Turn on, tune in, drop out,” and got a LOT of kids to do just that. LSD, the only drug that you see things.
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Jonathan Lee Riches has been furiously writing us for the last two months. We have a stockpile of his letters and lawsuits that will be posted here soon. For now, check out his latest note.
6-15-10
Trumbull,
This is Jonathan Lee Riches ©, my ramblings to you are under duress. I’m being experimented on with psychological warfare. I’m writing from solitary confinement, it’s called the special housing unit, SHU at the Federal Medical Center in Lexington Kentucky, FMC Lexington.
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Monday, July 5, 2010
In commemoration of the one-year anniversary of the death of Michael Jackson, Trumbull Island spoke to a friend who got to know the Jackson family quite well at a crucial time in their career, when young bebs were becoming young men, with another destined to remain forever young. Phil, 63, lives in Boston and prefers to speak on the phone, so we called him up for this interview. But he wrote us a short message awhile back which we have excerpted here. Stay tuned for the rest.
hi pal— i left new haven on april first 1969- i was 22 years and 6 days old- i drove to la in a 4 on the floor chevy camaro – when i got to l.a. i couldn’t find my brother rt away so the first thing i did was see a film, the heart is a lonly hunter starring allen arkin and sandra lock from the pen of a 23 year old named carson mccullers—– about a month after getting to hollywood i met in a ben franklin restrant a guy named richard mac scott who was the manager for the new kids on the block— when i met him he was personell assistant to berry gordy— he found me the house i rented for 8 hundred a month at 1601 queens road…
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
We don’t sell these shirts but Deer Dana does. Shootout to Kim Babinecz, and to Canada Day.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Dave's first snow race in Michigan in 2008. He didn't have competition snow tires, but took 1st anyway. So Icey.
Our friend Dave Carapetyan of Rally Ready Motorsports from Texas made the transition from hardcore punk singer to rally car racer with the grace of a pupae metamorphosing into a butterfly. Not to say that Dave is a butterfly. Let’s think of him as a man who sits inside a giant metal cheetah that guzzles high octane gasoline and exhales at ear-mincing volumes as it devours rough ground and long distances at pant-shitting speeds. Trumbull spoke with Dave just days before he took home his third consecutive Pikes Peak victory in the Open division on June 27.
Dave, we met a long ass time ago. Why were you in Massachusetts to begin with?
I was in a band from 2000-20002 called The Snobs… we were a skate punk band out of Austin, Tex., with a lineup of all 13-year-olds that played like some combination of Negative Approach and Government Issue. We were heavily influenced by early Dischord bands, old Austin bands like the Big Boys and even the modern youth crew goofballs. It was in 2002 just before our summer tour that I came to Boston to visit my friend Sweet Pete from the band In My Eyes and my friend Bill, who had played bass for us briefly but had just moved to Boston to poke some joke of a girl.
How did you become a rally car racer?
I got sick of the lack of sincerity and the bullshit associated with hardcore and music in general. After the Snobs broke up, I started recording but got sick of having people fuck me over and weasel out of $20 here or $50 there when I was already cutting outrageously good deals. I’ve always been obsessed with anything fast and especially anything with wheels, as I got a bit older it was a natural progression, I guess. It started with working at a friend’s shop who built street race cars and drag race stuff, but I wasn’t interested in having a cool car — I was interested in cool driving. Nobody gives a shit about the baseball bat, they just care about how far you hit the home run, you know? As far as motorsport, rallying is by far the most intense and difficult kind of racing on the planet. It’s you and a co-driver on a dirt road you’ve never driven, going as fast as you possibly can based only on descriptive notes about the road you’re hearing as you’re flying up on it at 100 mph. How cool is that?!
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Whatup son?
Who?
You, the girl.
I’m not a girl..
Oh my bad. Whatup son?
Yeah.
Whatup?
Yeah..
You playing handball today?
Nah, not today.
You’ll ruin your sneakers playin’
True.
Those new?
These shits?
Yeah.
Nah these aren’t anything..
How’s summer?
It’s good.
Yeah I don’t know about this. What about you, pound cake?
(Other kid) The fuck you say?
How’s summer for you, ya lil shit?
[Unintelligible audio]
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer for some people is fried corn, boat shoes in the park, cutoff jean shorts, independently-funded adult contemporary music, and bike rides to some pizza place on a checklist. Not us. Summer here includes but is not limited to: body odor, moldy linen suits, potato, and cheese burekas by the pound in holey and dewy plastic bags, barbeques gone wrong, twenty-dollar bills gone missing, starters’ arms and bullpens destroyed, camping for free and for pay, vacuum-sealing, the air conditioner’s box, getting the measles, sweating on the train platform, Billy Joel cover bands at Belmont, two-a-days, Mr. Two-Showers-A-Day, rotten, dead-air Sportscenters, wilting second-hand books, Ms. Undershirt-A-Day, spur moviegoing, shredded and curly cardboard diet coke and king can cases, Manon Rheaume drunk at the cottage, better parking spots, more sleep and less, Civic Holiday, pressurizing stretch runs, tons of tourists, cashing out and the subsequent race for rare joints.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
The World Cup is underway, which is awesome, for the reason that Charles P. Pierce describes: live, important daytime sports. Never underestimate the lightness and color that these excellent proceedings add to a day. Nothing better:
Cruyff doin work
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tonight, President Obama will speak to us from the Oval Office about the BP oil spill and about our environment. I for one am displeased with the situation. These guys aren’t too happy about it either. And then there’s the issue of firecanes — what can Prez Obama possibly say about them to put the minds of our citizens at ease? This environmental, economic, social catastrophe is awful and seems to be spreading dismay just as quickly as the crude is gushing out of a grotesque hole in the bottom of the sea…but at least I get it.
Now, what about the Guatemalan Sinkhole? Is anyone still talking about it? Is everyone OK with it now? You’re all just OK with a giant hole in the earth opening up in a perfect circle and going so deep and swallowing part of a neighborhood in Guatemala? No. I think that more questions need to be asked. I don’t like looking into that thing and hearing the hollow sound of terror. But since I doubt that the scope of tonight’s Presidential address will include this issue, we sent a correspondent to the very mouth of doom with a list of questions so bold and prying that we fully expected him to be eaten alive by the interview subject. But after all, what are interns for if not to stand between the minds at work and the dark and mysterious forces of the universe that we dutifully and tirelessly analyze?
What is your name?
Most people call me the Guatemalan Sinkhole, but I’m really a “piping feature.” I don’t associate with sinkholes. You think about sinkholes, and you think of the Great Blue Hole, or the discovery of fossils from the Pliocene. Sinkholes are like potholes in the street — think of me as a gaping sewer that leads straight down to the meat locker. I’m here for chaos, for fire, the disappearance of neighborhood pets and churches falling into my belly.
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010
It’s about time Trumbull weighed in on this BP mess in the Gulf of Mexico. However, our oil interests have called our objectivity into question. So, we’re going to pass the mic to our friend IN THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT
DISTRICT OF COLORADO
Case No: 1:2010cv01123
Jonathan Lee Riches d/b/a
Bernard L. Madoff a/k/a
Umar Farouk ABdulmutallab,
Plaintiff
v.
Deepwater Horizon Rig a/k/a Transocean Ltd d/b/a BP PLC; HalliBurton Co.; Royal Dutch Shell PLC; Total SA; American Petroleum Institute; Tony Hayward; Gulf of Mexico; Gulf Islands National Seashore; Lake Pontchartrain; Chandeleur Sound; Mobile Bay; Breton National Wildlife refuge; Plaquemines Parish; Mississippi Delta; Gulfport Mississippi Police Department; Bon Secour National Wildlife refuge;
Defendants
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tim Noakes spent a March day with Die Antwoord in Cape Town for Dazed and Confused. When I was a kid, we had a book filled with photographs of Cape Town, given to us by a family friend who had visited South Africa. I was enamored with the pictures of the beach and the beautiful women sporting butt floss. But now, for me, Cape Town’s number one female is Yo-Landi Vi$$er. In this video, Ninja outs her for wearing her bra backwards in the ’90s when Kriss Kross came out. Ninja also says “We like to take photographs.* We’re fucking serious about that.”
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Colleague and associate Jarrod Shanahan is throwing a party to celebrate the release of the second issue of his zine, DEATH PANEL. Bianca Stone, Niina Pollari, Austin Lemieux, Andrew Spano, Mary Southworth and Jarrod himself will all be reading. Austin may actually be screaming, freestyle, but that’s the stuff we hate to miss.
8 PM Saturday June 5th, 2010
75 Stewart Ave #425
Bushwick
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Monday, May 24, 2010
In honor of the brand-new owner of the same-old Nets, some ill Cyrillic “Lord of the Rings” art. Mikhail Prokhorov, not at all unshaken having lost the first pick in the 2010 NBA Draft, says he wants to rename the club when it moves to Brooklyn. Why not the Brooklyn Wizards?
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Marina Abramović: The Artist is Present is still showing at the MoMA through May 31. The exhibit is quite extensive and should take one a couple hours to thoroughly inspect. There are plenty of nudes hanging out, from the two you must1 squeeze through to enter her retrospective, to the one laying grimly beneath a human skeleton. But you may want to budget some additional time, say, all day, if you want your turn to sit face-to-tace with the artist herself. Not sure what these people walk away with (or without) after a silent staring contest with Marina, and we’re not ones to just jump in any New York line, though we do love peepin’ em.
We at Trumbull are pretty into chicks with expensive taste who can hang with street vermin, so, quickly, watch the Yugoslav performance artist pioneer deal with two of the world’s most disparate commodities: rats and gold.
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Michael “Mickey” Gordon Peterson, d/b/a Charlie Bronson in the British prison system, is one of the craziest men alive. Originally sentenced to seven years for an armed robbery, he has now spent over 30 years of his life (he is 57) confined to a solitary cell due to his notoriously violent behavior directed towards his captors and the structures that kept him locked away from human interaction for so long. Charlie never gave up on himself, and over the last decade has quit fighting and taking hostages and now spends his time exercising, writing, and creating art.
You’ve really gotta check out the 2008 film about the guy, “Bronson,” directed by Nicolas Winding Refn (a Dane1). It seems pure accuracy was not Refn’s intent, setting out instead to make a film that depicted Charlie the way he actually saw himself during the years of his life when he was proudly, dedicatedly programmed for chaos. Visually, Larry Smith, the “Bronson” cinematographer, seems to have take some cues from working on the set of “Eyes Wide Shut” as a lighting cameraman back in ’99. The music in the film is also very good. I should also mention that Tom Hardy was decreed Best Actor by the British Independent Film Awards in 2009 for his role as the titular colossal man himself (he, too, is colossal).
So let’s open the file and learn more about this fascinating man.
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Am I going out on a limb here to say that The Black Keys may have released one of the best albums of 2010? I know there are a lot of dirty kids and bearded music critics out there who would surely back me up. This DIY Ohio blues duo just gets it and has modernized old school blues into a rocking soulful and seductive experience.
The first track on Brothers is “Everlasting Light.” It has a hot boom-kick drum beat that makes you want to dance in a provocative, “I’m rolling on Molly” sort of way. Not to forget the electronica drum stylings in “The Go Getter” that truly represents how The Black Keys have melded old school rock and today’s technological advances. “Too Afraid To Love You” utilizes twangy keys that border between an accordion and organ sound, bringing a haunting element to this epic love song.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Just a couple photos of some distinguished gentlemen who made appearances at Webster Hall in NYC this Saturday for the Black N Blue Bowl (formerly the Superbowl of Hardcore).
Mark Ryan, Andy Guida (in an Altercation tee), and Jon Biviano of Supertouch. They played “Better.”
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wrote this for Sportsangle.com, this is how I feel about all the LeBron nonsense going on right now.
After turning in the worst playoff performance of his career, LeBron James might only have one more game of basketball left this season. Problem is, the most talented and accomplished young player on the planet famously has aspirations beyond athletics.
A celebrity and an outsized personality, the small forward has traditionally been selfish and petulant after his Cleveland teams’ eliminations, a fate he’s met with since first reaching the playoffs in 2006. Of course, until Tuesday, he’s been mostly excellent in these losses. So what happened early this week? Was he injured, defended well, or was he simply thinking about his dinner reservations?
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
Ragana came to me in a dream in Brazil. Deep into a block of late morning/early evening music videos, MTV played a teaser clip for “A-A-A-A.” I was not-so-fresh off a bottle of White Horse from the night before, dealing with a sweltering climate quickly filling with cigarette smoke, but those 15 seconds made me feel a lot better. By the next day, I still hadn’t seen the entire video, and I wanted that feeling back, so to the Web I turned with oohs and aahs, and, of course, these precious words have been exchanged and reproduced, for your pleasure, with a little help from the artificial intelligence enslaved within my computer. Shall we set it free, you and I?
Who are the players in Ragana?
Jahga sings, Marek Piotrowicz plays on drums, Rastuch plays on keyboards, Kuba is a sound engineer, Rusek plays on guitar, and me, Tomasz Krawczyk, I play bass. We are still young people from southern Poland.
When, why and how did Ragana form? What are your influences? How did you get into reggae? Did you ever go through a death metal phase?
The band was formed in 2007. We wanted to make dub with a very minimalistic formula and dry sound. We decided to simplify as much as we can the composition frames and leave the rest for improvisation, to make it in a meditational, repetitive way. To give Jahga’s voice a steady background so she can sing her own ideas.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
While we’ve been sewing up some legal matters this quarter, our friends at Mazine Clothing have been hard at work planning an assault of the arts on Eastern Europe. Operation Tirana kicks off May 1 at the Mazine headquarters located near Düsseldorf, Germany and will feature international street stars The London Police, Morcky, Swanski, Ripo, DXTR, and Peachbeach squaring off against each other in a series of visual duels. “Like your battle rhyming, we will take it from the trainyard to the stage and have 2 cats battling each other on the same canvas — crossing each other’s pieces.” Reveille will be provided by Brooklyn’s own Rocky Business. From here the carnival will press onward to Tirana, capital of Albania, and sister city to Grand Rapids, Mich. Seven days of artistic and charitable outreach will ensue.
Check out OperationTirana.com for more info and…prepare for war!
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