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Rightfully so, last week everyone was freaking out about the poster. Look, It’s Amazing. What’s more amazing than the poster? — The trailer that we got today. Wow. Check ‘em both out….

Justin Reed is an American Illustrator and movie fan. He’s awesome and here’s some of his work.

Here’s more and, he also has a blog, where he shares his oil painting process. That’s all

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Few things get me excited in life. Wait. What? Everything gets me excited. It’s pathetic, really. However, I hope my aroused personality isn’t the proverbial boy who cries wolf and barricades you from taking my suggestion because this suggestion, my friends — this is a recommendation you should follow.

Meet Cymbals Eat Guitars, the high school band, torn apart by college, segued to craigslist listing, forming an eclectic group of dudes, articulated with tonal experiments, savvy lyrics, and unsuspecting upbeat tunes. Taking their ques from indie rock of the late 90s, the band has still managed to put a fresh edge on their music — something that is, well, just that. Refreshing.

If you’re like me, you’ll want some sort of comparison before committing to purchasing or using your time to illegally download an album. So, a comparison you’ll get. Even if it’s far fetched and off base. I can only call the the sound of their album, Why There are Mountains, the love child of Evangelicals and Vampire Weekend. You’ll instantly feel Evangelicals through the flow of the album and showcasing of a fascinating voice. You probably wont hear my Vampire Weekend comparison, but I made it nonetheless.

The only logical thing to do then is just let you listen, sit back and watch you get swept away because, swept away, you will be.

The way I see it, this one has set itself up to be one of my favorite albums of the year.

Meet Kenny Powers, the quasi fictional character featured in the (relatively) new, Will Ferrell produced, HBO comedy, Eastbound in Down. If you’re smarter than me, you’ve been watching this for a month now. If you’re like me and knew this show would be awesome, but didn’t believe it, it’s about time to hop on the Kenny Powers bandwagon — ahem, the Kenny Powers Sea-Doo. Thanks to a Saturday night gone raw, I finally got the chance to catch up and was instantly hooked for the ride.

Articulating the sheer genius of this show would be impossible. However, let me broadly paint a picture for you. The blatantly eccentric and white trash, Kenny Powers, once was the best pitcher around. Three years later, he’s blown all of his money on cocaine and prostitutes, sucks at pitching (and life) and has moved in with his brother’s family and taken a job as P.E. teacher. The show is narrated by  a series of pseudo motivation tapes written and read by Kenny Powers, himself. The title of these self help tapes, “You’re fucking out, I’m fucking in.” Maybe I should just post a video…

“Shit loads of macaroni and cheeses” — Amazing

I’ll say it up front, Russell Brand is nowhere close to the cool kids club (a list that doesn’t actually exist yet, but something I think I should be working on). However, I’ve gotta write something and Britney’s pussy hanging out didn’t seem appropriate — come on, this is a family site.

So, Russell Brand it is. Actually though, he’s been coming up a lot lately in, slightly, noteworthy ways. First, let’s take a moment to pay homage to Vanity Fair for this unbelievable portrait. Seriously — worth a post of its own (all the portraits were great — check ‘em). Apparently, the zine has named him one of the kings of comedy. I sure as hell don’t get that, but anyways. Secondly, the dudes got a book out today, My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs and Stand Up. Given, the pompous, half-witted, Brit accent is the only thing funny about the guy. So without that, I think we’re in for a fairly daunting read. Finally, he was on Letterman last night and it was, well — it was pretty funny!

That’s all for Russell Brand. Hope you enjoyed the only time I’ll talk about him untill 2010, when he’s in that Apatow film.

As you may recall, I’ve given love to Print Liberation in the past (here). However, now that some of their all time awesome t-shirts were picked up by Urban Outfitters (here and here), they decided to put out a fresh batch of simplistic, clever, liberal shirts. Clearly, these guys don’t like conservatives (or maybe government, in general — I don’t know). However, whatever it is that they get worked up about usually results in a great t-shirt.

Short post, I know. If you’re bored, go visit The Cobra Snake!

People, prepare yourself for, what might be, one of the more groundbreaking releases in recent history. It’s the newest album from Nat King Cole. Yeah, the only Nat King Cole you know — the one that died some 50 years ago. What Re:Generations has done is effectively brought one of the coolest cats to ever grace this planet back to the studio via original recordings, but spectacularly the album re-imagines  the sound by linking the tracks with top Hip-Hop, Pop, Latin, Reggae and Rock Artists. If you’re not already weeping with joy (like I am and Pitchfork, inevitably, soon will be) then hearing the artists involved will certainly prompt these joyful tears. On the 13 track release, you’ll see everyone from Will.i.am to  Brazilian Girls, from TV on the Radio to The Roots, to Just Blaze  and even to Damien Marley. Most brilliantly though is Cut Chemist’s involvement on “Day in, Day Out,” a track that is nothing short of a mind freak.

Get excited. The record drops this Tuesday, March 10. But if you can’t wait, the avilable tracks on the official site should tide you over.

So, I don’t play sports…

I do watch TV — a helluva lot of TV, actually. I’ve been getting my television fantasy kicks over at the DarkUFO fantasy LOST league (where I’m sitting pretty at the 34th spot out of 5,000ish). However, as American Idol is (one of) my new favorite shows and college basketball’s March Madness is around the corner, it only seemed appropriate (for me) to fill out an American Idol bracket. Unfortunately, a quick google search produced nothing worth pursuing. So, I enlisted my mathematically inclined brother (he runs a documentary site, btw, that you should check out) to come up with a point system/bracket that allowed viewers to not just fill out something and sit on it, but to continually stay involved with the guessing game all season long. More importantly, this bracket rewards initial insight and ability to pick the winners from the beginning, but also doesn’t create a situation where whoever guesses lucky from the beginnings automatically wins.

Ready for the bracket? CLICK HERE, drag the image to your desktop and you’re ready to print and fill out. If you’ve got questions, put ‘em in the comment feed and I’ll try to make my brother answer them.

Once again, thanks to Zach over at Without Fiction.

And most importantly, Go Megan Joy Corkrey!!

After my last post, which was aggressively long, we’ll keep this one short and sweet. First, I’m the featured blogger for ThisNext. It’s awesome, but I do work there. So, it’s maybe not the biggest pat on the back. It’s gnarly, nonetheless. So, I made some Top 10 lists that you might like. Check ‘em: Random, Albums, Movies, Jeans, T-Shirts, TV Shows.

Secondly, The Eargasam, has asked me to come on board as a contributing writer. Yes, an indie Hip Hop blog wants me. If that’s your cup of tea, definitely check them out. If it’s not, at least go here and scroll to the bottom. So, you know I’m not lying.

Finally, thanks everyone for a shit-ton of supportive emails and things. I’ll try not to let you down, but more than likely, I will.

Oh yeah, and check out these milfs getting down on their iPhones….