Sports: Jason Pierre-Paul, the Giants defensive end who injured his hand while playing with fireworks this July 4th, had his right index finger amputated in an attempt to get back in the field as soon as possible and thereby wins the award for the creepiest, stupidest and all round ghoulish story of the sports year. I mean, really, does he know it won’t grow back again. Why would you cut off a body part. No, wait, I’m keen to guess…
Recorded: With the week in limbo, I’ve been checking out some hip hop I might have missed, and ended up with Future’s Honest, an album I wasn’t crazy about last year but he was so good live at Governors Ball, and I am still not crazy about it right now. However, “Fuck Up Some Commas” is a very clever way of discussing money and the beat is big. Off the Monster mixtape, but a huge break up for him.
Streaming: The Playlists have their moments, though not as many as I am being told they have, neither NME nor Pitchfork did a thing for me, and so I checked out the Beats 1 radio station, one nation under a groove. Yeah, segue me from Ultraviolence to “Dreams” -that’ll do it…
The secondary market: I put my Saturday Taylor ticket up for sale -pricey, it will be $260 for a $153 ticket. I doubt I’ll get it and will probably end up giving it to a friend or going again. The decision will be based on how good she is Friday, and whether I wanna pass on Super Furry Animals and Steve Malkmus at 4 Knots Saturday. The problem with the Tay gig is the opening acts are terrible.
Live: Lianna Havelas at Bowery Ballroom, the alt folk UK girl has a pretty good coupla first songs already out off her upcoming album