During the morning of September 11, word quickly spread through schools around the country that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. Within the first few minutes, I knew that the impact of that day would last for years, if not lifetimes. It was the kind of unimaginable event you never expect to happen, until you’re suddenly face to face with it.
The sun is shining, the temperature is a perfect 75 degrees, and bikini-clad girls roam the streets. You know what that means: it’s Christmas time in LA! Obviously that translates to tree decorating and extravagant gift giving for our favorite Los Angelites. Who cares if neither Jason, LC, Heidi or Jason have paying jobs? Nothing, not even black diamonds or a Chanel bag, is too expensive for these guys.
I know that I usually put together mixes for this column, but my new favorite album makes mixes obsolete! In fact, Night Ripper, the second album by Pittsburgh DJ Greg Gillis (aka Girl Talk), makes your entire CD collection seem redundant. On one 40-minute disc, he has blended more than 150 samples of bits ‘n pieces of your favorite songs (from Missy Elliott and Kanye West, to the Waitresses and the Breeders) for something that is too epic to be simply called a “mash-up record,” but too loose and celebratory to be labeled as “post-modern pop.”
It’s been eight months since the notoriously sporadic arrival of the Xbox 360, and a respectable release lineup has finally emerged (along with the prospect of actually walking into a store and buying the console). For all the folks out there just now getting their hands on the hardware—and to fire up this new monthly column from the baseline—we’ll kick things off by paying tribute to the best titles to arrive at launch. Just because you spent Christmas morning cursing the people who got first dibs on these games doesn’t mean you should avoid them now.
Superman Returns is completely and totally average. Not bad, not good, just blah. Not so surprising, since Superman himself is a little blah. Okay, he stands for truth, justice, and the American way, but Superman is a bit of a boy scout, lacking the dimension that has made other recent comic book movie heroes so engaging.