There’s nothing better than the beach, and, unrelated or otherwise, there are very few in Canada. I went to my first beach when I was 21 and knew I was an American. Lauren was the Glen E. Friedman of 2002-2005, documenting an era that, for many of us, was the best it got. She’s not too different from Glen these days either, in that she lives by the water (I’m guessing he does too).
Ben Rayner lives in London with his wife and cat. He likes to play his guitar loud and fast, and he loves his stout. Ben’s latest exhibit is happening in Tokyo. Trumbull Island will be cashing in our frequent flyer miles to send one lucky reader along to work the door. That lucky reader? Yep, Josh Feola.
The body has many functions and interpretations. Various communities have been formed whose members are stimulated and committed to displaying their bodies. Upon entrance into these tightly knit circles, there are competitions that determine the perfect members. Line up, walk, display, judge.
The world of bodybuilding consists of individuals from diverse backgrounds, all interested in meeting the demands of an idolized physique. Using weightlifting, diet, tanning and oils, the bodies within this industry may seem extraordinary and exaggerated to the outside world.
Through photography, I am interested in capturing the tradition of bodybuilding and the competitive, robust nature of the shows. Through artistic speculation of this extreme practice, I hope to bring question to all the radical and conservative practices we partake in to reach an ideal.
We were flabbergasted to learn the whereabouts of a Trumbull heirloom when photos from Gilbert Arenas’s gun collection hit the Web this week. You see, young Gilbert and his teammate Javaris Crittenton drew on each other in the locker room over a gambling debt/as a prank on Christmas Eve, 2009. Now Gilbert’s self-proclaimed better than 500-piece collection is a matter of public record.
One of our wayward nephews lost this magnificent Golden Eagle in a game of Low Chicago in an ass-scratch hamlet of Missouri back in the late ’80s. If memory serves, he also lost a white Z28 and his grandfather’s Templar sword in the same game. He used to keep the sword in his trunk and claimed to have used it twice, once on a “crazy horse” and the other time he wouldn’t tell us about. It’s been years since we crossed paths with Skip, but it gives us some comfort to know that at the very least, his former possessions are still circulating among high(ish) society.
Welcome back to part two of our interview with friends Alex and Nick of Cold World. Visit our store to order a limited CW T-shirt!
Can you talk about the demos you recorded a few years ago a little bit? Where does that tie into Pegasus?
Nick: I’m assuming you’re referring to the Cold World demos with me singing. That has nothing to do with Pegasus besides me realizing I can hold it down on vocals. I saw some people posting CW demos a while ago, so I downloaded them just to see what they have, and most of the tracks were just rough mixes with Dan’s vocals. We have whole separate sessions where the songs sound a little different and I sing the whole thing. People don’t really have them, as far as I know. I’d like to do something with them at some point, but who knows.
What are the five best CW shirt designs?
Nick: I really like the ones we recently did. The Showbiz & AG rip, and the Diamond D rip are very ill. We just did a hoodie with the Infamous logo on the front and it says Young Veteranz on the back. The Beatnuts shirt was cool. I just like all the 90′s rap ones!
Alex: Georgetown Hoyas longsleeve with Erik B. and Rakim on the back. Black Ice Grillz tee. Tapes shirt. Russian tattoo flash shirt. Soundgarden ripoff Scace designed.
The band has done some fancy things in the studio as far as hardcore acts go. Can you tell us what you’ve taken away from your studio time?
Alex: When the engineer or producer tell you something, challenge it. They don’t like to do stuff because a lot of them are very stuck in their ways. But if you want to get the sound that YOU want, not the sound that they want, you need to put your interest before their comfort. There really is no limit as to what can happen in the studio. Be patient. It takes time. Don’t do too much or you’ll end up sounding corny instead of cool.
Cold World are one of the coolest bands out there, but the band is the tip of the iceberg to their coolness. A lot of it comes across on records and shirts, but there’s more. It’s not so much that they’re a work in progress, but they’re always progressing. I’m not sure the kids are truly aware of the extent of their coolness. AlBite has a big name in Wilkes-Barre and is like the mayor over there. Nick has been into bad shit since he was 11. Anyways, we hope this gets at some of it. Enjoy.
What’s new with you Alex? how’s Gypsy going?
There’s a lot of new stuff in my life, but, its mostly just guns, perks, and attachments in Call of Duty. Gypsy’s doing pretty well. We finished writing the LP. Well, I have to write lyrics still, but other than that it’s finished. We’re gonna go into the studio in May/June and record it. We already have an EP written for after it, songs that just don’t quite fit the LP. The LP is straight up Jawbreaker / Dinosaur Jr. / Quicksand and the EP has more of a Jawbox/ Superchunk / Fugazi type vibe to it. We also added a third guitarist. Cause why not?
Who’s the third guitarist in Gypsy? Does he use any cool pedals?
Alex: Colin Gorman. He’s young, just turned 20 today on March 11 and knows how to play more SRV songs than anyone I know. His pedal game is not so strong. He uses a small clone and an overdrive right now, that’s it. But he did just buy a Purple 1971 Marshall Super Bass JMP that with his G&L Legacy sounds perfect. Colin spends about three hours a day watching youtube videos of Stevie Ray Vaughn, John Frusciante, Jimi Hendrix, and Stone Gossard.
Nick, what’s new with you? How’s Pegasus going?
Honestly I’ve just been working and coolin out. I haven’t really had the inspiration to fuck with music lately. It’ll come back to me though. Pegasus is weird cause it wasn’t supposed to be how it came out. They had the songs recorded for a minute and Georgie was supposed to do the vocals but something weird happened every time he tried to do it. He was busy with Blacklisted and I really wanted to do something, ’cause Cold World wasn’t very active, so I asked George and Haroun if I could just sing on it and they were down. Sausage put the record out and we’ve never even played, which is funny. I’d like to play a couple gigs and do another record but the other guys are busy with their shit. I really want to be prolific and put out a crazy amount of records in different bands, I just can’t find anybody to do bands with.
Prodigal and incredibly fragile son comes home to retire
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My friend Esoteric was curious about Boston’s love for Nomar Garciaparra, a player who flamed out, left acrimoniously and was overshadowed by his shortstop contemporaries and the franchise who would eventually win it all without him. Nomar, though, was — and still is —loved by Red Sox fans for his glory days, and for what he represented. Esotericasked why. I think, as a Red Sox fan, I can give a bit of an answer.
Of course, Nomar was a great Red Sox, the best homegrown player on a great team. Sure, the club had Manny and Pedro, but look at Nomar’s resume before 2000: Unanimous Rookie of the Year, then MVP runner-up, then two batting titles, all at shortstop. He slugged higher than A-Rod through his first four years (though being older and hitting at Fenway didn’t hurt), and was on a Hall of Fame path until his wrist injury. Looking back, that peak is easy to gloss over — he was bad longer than he was good — but for a time, Nomar Garciaparra was a very special baseball player.
The movie adaptation of “Moneyball,” Michael Lewis’ must-read book about the Oakland A’s changes to player evaluation in baseball, is back on course, with shooting set to resume this summer. Brad Pitt will play Oakland general manager Billy Beane, though there is one major casting change. The role of Paul DePodesta, the Harvard-educated statistician pictured above, will be played not by Demetri Martin, but by Jonah Hill.
Brooklyn girl can't resist the purge for weird guest
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
While glitz and glamour epitomizes NYC, the seedy cultural underbelly that created this great city has endured a slow suppression. Yes, the streets are clean and flocks of prostitutes have been stuffed indoors, but it’s not really about the hoes and crack. There’s a darkness that’s gone missing. My hope was to find any vestige of a live cultural underground or even just crazy ape shit1 that goes on behind closed doors, to remind myself that this city has not completely broken from its past.
What’s a Trumbull Man? I’m not entirely sure. But I know one (pause) when I see one. And Dwight “Doc” Gooden is that.
Doc broke into the bigs in 1984 and proceeded to pitch three years of the best baseball anyone ever saw. A Nike mural featuring the Mets ace remained on the side of the Holland Hotel on w. 42nd St. for 10 years. (Speaking of numbers, Doc’s appetite was revered around the clubhouse — one teammate claimed Gooden ate 30 chicken wings in one sitting.) The boy was young and skinny, tall like a string bean and straight out of high school in Tampa, Fla., (with a pit stop in Class A Lynchburg, where he went 19-4) with a 98 mph heater and an infectious fun-loving attitude that New York City adored. They nicknamed his curveball “Lord Charles” and dubbed him Doctor K, eventually shortened to Doc. He was The Man in New York during Wall Street’s heyday, though No. 16 would eventually amble down a dark path, struggling with cocaine addiction for the remainder of his career, which ended in 2001 with the Yankees at spring training.
A troubled a man as ever a Trumbull Man was, Dwight Gooden, we salute thee.
The baseball-rock nexus is a weird one. Lots of serious guys with goatees and bad white shoes, lots of guitars, lots of Americana. Some weird indie rock bands have baseball-themed albums. But this photo might be weirder. And weirder in the good Psycho Sin way, not the bad intense goatee way.
Are they really sending him away this time? Poor chap. He simply refused to go anywhere without … excessive firepower — I suppose it was only a matter of time before John Law caught up with our friend. Look, I’m strapped — that’s a given. You see this? This is a Remington. <discharges three shots into the ceiling> What does Dwayne need with scatter-shot and automatics? Oh, look, some of the ceiling’s landed on your hat.
I’ll sorely miss our South Beach shopping sprees and his jokes. There was the day I introduced him to crêpes at A La Folie. He loved them! He must have ordered five different kinds. Slim once told me — this was last year — oh, forget it.
The boys say they’ve been pestering you with a list of “Lil Wayne’s” best mixtape tracks on their Twitter account, and asked me to say a few words to introduce their fancy little playlist. So, without any further ado, Trumbull’s Top 10 Weezy mixtape jams:
We’ve written about IEDs before, and we’ve been inside the hurt locker. But the delicacy with which the cast members of MTV’s “Jersey Shore” handle the world’s scariest bomb in this clip makes us want to throw down our wireless keyboards and wave our white flag. It is well-known that Pauly D has the tendency to shy away from grenades, but Ronnie goes in: