FCFR 4.11.14 Trying Is Hard

Educated, no. Stupid, yes. And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh.

1. Apparently there were Rock Hall of Fame shenanigans happening up the street at the Barclays Center last night, followed by a secret Nirvana show at some club in Brooklyn. Which is all well and fine, and I love Nirvana as much as everyone else who was 17 in 1993, but this is also a “hall of fame” that still does not include Husker Du, The Pixies, The Smiths, Joy Division, The Replacements, etc. so do we really care?

Or rather, do we care because Hall and Oates were also (finally) inducted last night? The latter, obviously.

2. Favorite comment on that Gothamist article: “Krist Novoselic looks like shit. Nice shirt Krist.”

3. Speaking of nice shirts, nerds, I popped into Uniqlo this week to look at their Star Wars shirts again, and they totally had E.T. shirts. For men. Adult men. Ironically, it is because I wish to strongly identify as an adult man that I did not buy myself one, but that was totally a mistake, right? Also, they had no Boba Fett shirts left in my size.

4. On the subject of movies, your must read cinema article on the week is Nathan Rabin’s thoughtful look at Spike Lee’s underrated sophomore film School Daze. After I saw Do the Right Thing in the summer of ’89, I became obsessed with Spike Lee, and sought out his two prior films on VHS. I remember not entirely knowing what to make of School Daze at the time, but this article makes me really excited to watch it again.

5. Finally, because Spring is here, and it looks like it’s going to be a lovely weekend, please enjoy an appropriately awesome warm weather jam from the halcyon days of 1996.

Workin’ Day and Night

Holy shit, nerds. Holy shit.

I finally found a job. I finally found a job! It’s such a big deal that it needs to be repeated twice, with an exclamation point the second time through for emphasis. I’ve been pretty silent on the subject these last several months — mostly just because Funky Carter is not a repository for my real world woes and worries — but it’s been looming over everything in my life for a long time now, and it’s difficult to express just how happy and relieved I am right now.

Of course, the only downside to once again being a gainfully employed member of society is the fact that I will no longer be able to sit around and watch Investigation Discovery in my boxers all day long. Actually, I’m now pretty convinced that’s one of the upsides. The real concern I have is whether or not I’ll be able to keep up with blogging every single day. As it is now, I have a really hard time with it, and that’s with most of my time spent on the aforementioned murdercrime TV and sloth.

I’m sure I’ll figure it out. It would be a shame to break my blogging streak. In the meantime, I have much, much bigger things to worry about. It’s time to celebrate. There’s champagne to drink, and I’ve been promised a trip to Lot 2 for “the greatest burger ever.” I’ve been hearing about this burger for almost a year, so needless to say, I am beyond excited.

This calls for dancing music.


Gattaca! Gattaca!


Dudes: I recognize that I write a lot posts about how awesome my neighborhood is. If you lived here, you would too. It’s all you’d talk about, like some smug, insufferable Brooklyn jackass. Look: there’s a Turkish place a few blocks away that is next level delicious, and it’s just one of my “Eh, I’m lazy, I’ll just Seamless something from my phone” places. If there were a place like that in Shrewsbury, people would come for miles to eat there, and they would wait hours for the pleasure. Here? It’s what I order when I’m hungover.

As amazing as my neighborhood is, however, it turns out that I still haven’t even scratched the surface. Last week, a friend turned me on to a Google app called Field Trip, which collates data from various internet and user sources, and basically sends you alerts when you’re near something cool. You could be near a highly rated restaurant, an historic building, or even just a street with a fascinating story. All of which to say that I found out the other day that I live a few blocks from where they shot all of the exterior bank scenes from Dog Day Afternoon. I’ve walked by the site of the former bank (now some generic apartments) probably a thousand times to get pizza, and had no idea that I was strolling down the street where they shot one of my all time favorite movies. That’s how cool my neighborhood is.

In fact, it turns out there’s lots of great movies that filmed scenes in the area: Goodfellas, The French Connection, Saturday Night Fever (Bay Ridge!), and The Departed to name a few. Which means (as I’m sure you’ve already guessed) that I need to spend some serious time compiling a list of all the things that have filmed in the area and go on a little tour. Or hell, maybe I should start giving tours.

Holy shit: I think I just found my new revenue stream.


Mouth All Dry But I Got a Runny Nose


Short version of my Sunday night: the Danny Brown show was fuh-king awe-some. You know I’m serious because I added extra syllables to both words. If you aren’t listening to Danny Brown on a regular basis, I guarantee there is something missing from your life, something you don’t even realize that you’re lacking.

Bonus points: Both of the opening acts were awesome (and no, I don’t remember their names, but I’ll look them up one day), and the Bowery Ballroom is as excellent as advertised. It’s intimate without feeling cramped, the sound is amazing, the space is cool, it’s convenient to the subway, and the coat check isn’t an illogical nightmare: basically, it’s the exact opposite of Terminal 5.

Most important takeaway from the night, however (lest I sound like a complain-y old person), was that I will pretty much make it a point to catch Danny Brown anytime he’s in NYC.