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The Original Cover, The One You Won’t See In Stores

So, Gregg Gillis, Mr. Girl Talk himself, has announced that his next release, the 300-plus (up from Night Ripper’s 250) sample party entitled Feed The Animals, is going to be a net-based pay what you want release, much like Radiohead’s In Rainbows, and while that makes sense for him, there’s another artist who I think should be going out there and releasing their music independently: Nas.

Of course the odds of this happening are nil since Mr. Jones just signed that deal with Def Jam which started with Hip Hop Is Dead. I assume he’s got the money in the bank to produce a whole album and videos, etc., but I may be wrong there. On the I-Just-Heard tip, though, Nas and Green Lantern just dropped the mixtape The Nigger Tape.

With statements like

“This record is about how the older generation looks down on us. … There’s a crew of older black people, [they're] on their way out and we’re on our way up,” Nas said. “It looks like hip-hop n—as is about to make that Oprah money, and that’s scary to them.”
MTV Interview

you’d think that this would also be the prime opportunity to make a statement by doing things differently. Some grass-roots promotion, while still making bank. An artist like Nas doesn’t have to send promo copies, he could get reviews through listening parties to avoid as quick a leak as most artists would have to endure.

Further, I see three distinct advantages to a self release:

1) he could have had the freedom to call it whatever he wanted, and make it a true artistic statement record and not be tainted by Wal-Mart not wanting to sell anything controversial and Al Sharpton being so tight-assed.

2) this could have been that major career moment that he seems to keep striving for yet never quite pulling off, partially in thanks to the free press that he’d be getting for it, more than he even already is.

3) Not only could he do an online release, but the physical level sales could be done in any number of ways, from selective record stores getting Exclusives to guys who sell mix tapes on the street. This could be reverse psychology marketing, make it harder to get to drive up the demand. And hell, if Nas could afford it, he could have released a full studio quality album for free online with the purpose of getting it to as many people as possible, getting his message out there big time.

Luckily for us, though, despite the fact that this will not be happening I think the album will be able to stand on it’s own.

It was announced today.

It has a MLB.com application that for some reason doesn’t show you the pitch placement/arc that MLB.com shows you.

It’s cheaper. (But not actually cheap).

It’s faster. (But not as fast as WiFi).

It maxes out at 16 GB (300 bucks).

And It’s not a flying car.

Maybe I’ll get one come Christmas time, but I can wait for this.

> The Kick Ass Week wherein we tie a balloon to the mailbox in SoHo as the universal sign for PARTY OVER HERE, almost the “Good-Bye SoHo” party as I’m on my way to Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

> I’ve owned a few pieces of tech that I’m feeling ready to review (headphones, laptop).

> Review of the amazing McSweeney’s #27.

> I’m about half-way through Grand Theft Auto IV and think I’ll soon be able to issue words.

and finally, tomorrow …

> The end of HRC 2008. The end of my attitude towards it and her. It would be worthless to continue that campaign when we’ve already got the Incredible Crash Dummy himself McCain on the way.


My computer is doing it’s best impression of South Park’s stuttering Jimmy.

A few months ago, I bought a MacBook Pro. For the majority of the time since, I’ve not had a single bad thing to say about it. When all of my programs that have a vertical scroll bar (Word, Mail.app, Firefox, Safari, Camino, Final Draft Pro) started to stutter in the manner shown above, my tune changed a bit.

The error only happens when the computer is not plugged into the power adapter, and the workaround is only a single command-click (Command+A) away. Despite the simplicity of this fix, Apple needs to stop the problem where it stands.

Update: OS X update 10.5.3 to possibly fix this.


The Beast

This is Two Boots Pizza’s Bayou Beast Pizza. That’s BBQ Shrimp, Crawfish, Andouille, and a very very generous dousing of Jalapeños. This is the Greatest Least-New-York Pizza Ever. I mean it’s made in New York City, but at first sight, it’s not of the city that’s so prideful of the tomato and cheese lathered disc. Except that it’s true NY in it’s throw everything great onto one surface and hope it’s the sum of it’s greatness and not overweighed by the grease on top mentality, which is what they sell paper towels in those smaller sectioned off pieces for. The grease in that metaphor? New Jersey/Staten Island/Dane Cook fans.

Speaking of Staten Island Grease …

So I went to see Atmophere live in concert at Webster Hall a week before Sunday. What we’re seeing here is what I like to call the destruction of the indie rap show by 13 year old smarmy ass kids. I first saw this at the Little Brother/Brother Ali show. The kid in the center, whose bloody bruise all over his forehead made him a trailer trash Harry Potter, got kicked out of the venue after getting caught smoking a blunt. The girl on his right was almost kicked out with him – she came in with him, I’m pretty sure so why wouldn’t she leave with him? – but about an hour later she was at the front of the show making out with some other ugly disease ridden schmuck. The lesson to be taught to you concert goers reading this: don’t make out with strangers you’ve met at a concert, you don’t know who they came in the door with.


In the category of Least Importance, I’m really annoyed that Last.fm has this horrible tendency to group all of the songs played by the same artist under the most famous white person/band related. I listen to a few tracks off of HNIC 2 by Prodigy of Mobb Deep, and it thinks I’m still rocking to the dbags who gave us Firestarter or Smack My Bitch Up.

Props, make that daps, make that praise be, to “baseballn00b,” for this, a Clay Davis ringtone.

Way back in June when I started this blog, I didn’t know I’d eventually take it seriously enough to post every week day. It was to be another stop-gap blog, while I tried to figure out what I was doing out here in the interweb.

But by now, I’ve grown accustom to this thang and think for at least another year, this will be my blog of choice. Is this because I’ve found some clarity in this sea of excess? Fuck no, and fuck your metaphor. It had a good deal to do with the growth we experienced in the fourth quarter of 2007. With a great rise in activity for this blog, on both my side as writer and your side as readers; I know exactly what the US Dollar isn’t feeling right now. Pride.

Today’s my last day of work here at my unspecified job before a well deserved vacation, so I’m not sure how that will affect my writing. You would think that an increase of leisure time would mean an increase in blogging, but you never know. With holidays coming up I’m not going to pressure myself to post every week day, but maybe the lack of a christmas day post will be balanced by a Saturday or Sunday post. My current goals for the vacation are relaxation and scriptwriting. And not stressing out about that … that … book.

I’ve been awaiting the release of Apple Mac Book Pro with Intel’s Penryn chipset for quite some time. It’s why I’ve still yet to make the switch to Leopard. When I get that computer, expect some changes. For one, I’ll be able to multitask to an even more rtarded degree. These days I have to have two internet browsers, Firefox for blogging and Camino for actually surfing the web. I think once I make the transition, that lunacy can end.

Once I get my technology re-set up, you’ll see a better blog, one with a nicer layout and a .com domain name. Since all Apple laptops come with built in iSight cameras, I’ll also be posting video rants and other kinds of moving image productions. What’s most important to me, about what I’ll call this blog’s jump to 2.0, is that I’ll be writing full length reviews. This will start early, though, as I plan to get something critical above 500 words written for this blog by the end of 2007.

See you folks later,

Henry Casey

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Everything Except A Social Life

As we speak, my PS3 is playing Daft Punk’s ALIVE 2007 album, while it runs the Folding At Home program. The former is quite simple — mp3′s ripped no matter how much the RIAA furrows their brows — but the latter — the system joining in a massive Stanford University network to utilize it’s so complex almost nobody knows how to use it processor to compute the secrets of protein folding — is fucking complex.

While it does that, it’s hard drive is currently storing the first season of Mad Men. I’m torrenting the third season of the wire in my continuing efforts to catch my roommate up before the quickly approaching fifth and final season premiere on 1.6.08. Up until this week’s release of firmware 2.1, which would make this Sony’s holiday present to all, the PS3 as-is couldn’t do anything more than store these files. Now, after the install process, it can play .AVI files, which just happen to be the format of choice for encoding most of the video entertainment of the known world. No longer will I be forced to watch seasons of stuff I didn’t catch when it aired through my 14″ iBook. Now, my 24″ TV will captivate my mind. (While the first episode of Mad Men hypnotizes me into becoming a life long cigarette smoker).

It also has given me joyful gaming experiences such as Elder Scrolls: Oblivion and Ninja Gaiden Sigma. I’ve had a lesser experience with Assassin’s Creed, but I was far from soured on anything because of that.

While the Wii gets glamorous attention for it’s creativity and the fact that it’s harder to find than Bin Laden (unless you’re Morgan Spurlock), the PS3 is becoming the livingroom powerhouse I can be proud of. Just give us Metal Gear 4 and GTA IV already, damnit!

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The best way to interact with “Creed” is to just look at it.

Last night I wrote this furious post, which you will see below. But then, today, I thought I might want to give it a third chance. I was moving onto the second assassination mission, when the damn thing froze on me for what has been the 7th time in 3 days. This was the last straw. The entry is being posted as-is. UbiSoft has acknowledged that they’re working on a patch for the freezing difficulties, which effectively announces the copy you bought in stores, and I rented (a pristine copy, by the way, rented during the free trial), is a beta. And I say, if a company like UbiSoft is going to pimp their product as hard as they’ve done for Assassin’s Creed, it better be final and glistening like Thugnificent’s watch.

And now, for the review:

You watch the game play of Assassin’s Creed, your character effortlessly jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing any wall possible, and being able to see almost every detail of a grandiose city at the same time when perched on your favorite ledges, and you think holy shit I’ve found the game that I’ve been waiting for.

I’ve heard all the buzz surrounding Assassin’s Creed and other big name blockbuster titles, but rather than buy them all and have them disintegrate my bank account, I got an account with GameFly, the NetFlix of video games. It’s a trial account, and currently I’ve got two games that were hyped as much as a Lord of the Rings movie, and sadly, Assassin’s Creed, once you’ve gotten past the first big kill is about as exciting as the many many endings of the third Rings movie.

Chris Kohler over at Wired’s “Game | Life” blog has written a great disection of why AC is a failure once you get past it’s jaw-fuckingly perfect visuals.

Destructoid also has a good take on the game, seen here. Note their list of the structure of the game is one of the best dissections of why this game gets boring. Steps 4-6 are a little bit more than they make it out to be though. But they do get boring.

Then, “Gabe” over at Penny Arcade has defended the game, and also made VERY VERY CLEAR he wasn’t doing so because of the fact that they advertised the game on their site. Well you know what “Gabe,” you’re wrong. The idea that people who aren’t almost suffocating from their own frothy spit over this game, simply because they’re up against deadline and trying to beat the levels, is as stupid as the quotation marks you use to remind people that you’re not the characters you’ve made in your comic. If you try and take a deep breath and take your time in the game, you get no more satisfaction, as there’s nothing to do in the towns, except fight the same three fools who are trying to rough up civilians with the tact of Nancy Grace talking about her new children.

So, that out of the way, I’ll focus on a few major complaints about the game that I’ve had in the two days I’ve had since it came in the mail.

1. The endless conversation scenes that are “interactive.” Throughout the game, your character, an assassin shamed by his actions, will have these long conversations wherein you either learn about the mission you’re about to putz around in, or have the three tenants of the Assassin’s Creed smashed into your head like a baby trying to force a square peg into a triangular slot. To liven this ratshit up, they’ve decided to give you the ability to move your character about as he’s talked down to, and sometimes you can change the angle. But you’ve only been given a kiddie pool’s space to walk in these scenes, so if you decide to take them up on their offer, you look like a frigtard of a mime pacing in some invisible box. My solution: cut the dialogue down to at the very most a third of what it is now, and UbiSoft, stop being so lazy that you’re making the game player be the cinematographer, let them watch and wait,. The alternative is that you made the only real mini game in AC: cut scenes where you try and figure out why the fuck you can’t walk over to that vacant space. I guess this might involve the paths of other characters, but even that doesn’t add up.

2. Saving your progress in a video game has to be something you can do with the drop of a hat. If I have to do it myself, I will fly to wherever the fuck UbiSoft’s (the game’s designers) HQ is so I can beat the game designers over the head with my PS3 controller until they let me save my game whenever I want, and let me know exactly when it’s being saved. There are these little moments where you’re idling in this world of visual technobabble white-noise, wherein you can only assume a game-save operation is happening without you being told. The same goes whenever you fast forward to a “more recent memory.” The game is based upon your character, in some probably futuristic time, kidnapped (wherein they violate 7th grade writing lectures I thought we all got, and told instead of showed) and forced to be in some contraption called an animus that allows us to somehow use our ancestor’s memories, conveniently stored in our ancestor’s DNA like some generational permanent record (which sounds about as real as the permanent records we all had used as leverage against us by douche-bag vice principals). My solution: let me save the game when I pause it, anything else is about as respectful as skullskeeting Helen Keller the second she learned how to speak.

3. Legible text on screen. Please. Okay game developers, listen closely. Not all of us own 62″ 1080p HDTVs which make it possible for us to read the chicken-scratch on-screen text that you seem to have found the font for in a Magic The Gathering instruction manual. I know about that because back in the shit bird days of middle school M:TG was about as popular as lame-o GuitarHero is now. Personally, to explore a side thought, I think this is Guitar Hero is about as close to Magic cards as we’re going to get in terms of terrible, overhyped, oversimplistic nonsense that gets adopted by everybody because some scrotsack of a PR copy writer claimed that these wastes of time are somehow social. Fuck right off you lazy snot gargling Idiocracy rejects. And yes back to the gripe at hand, since the text on screen in Assassin’s Creed is not only overly-necessary, but it is eensy weensy in size and almost equally illegible in nature. My Solution: test your game on a shitty SD tv, because that’s all we can afford now that consoles (that frequently die, mind you) are 400 bucks each while gouging gamers again, by making the average game price somewhere closer to 60 dollars.

To end on a simple positive note, I suggest that, if you enjoy video games, dear reader, get Super Mario Galaxy, available for the Wii; I can’t find one thing wrong with it.