http://chud.com/articles en-us N/A nicknunziata@gmail.com Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:02:14 EST 20 http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1965/From-Now-On-I-Will-Ignore-Reality.html
You see, throughout my entire life I've been taught that facts mean something.  If you are confronted with a truth you don't like, you only have a couple options.  You can pull yourself up by your bootstraps, keep your head down and move forward or you can quit.  See, I thought those were the only choices.  Little did I know there was a third option: completely disregarding the truth and crafting your own reality!  Holy shit, if only I knew about this in high school.

"Brandon, your test results are alarming.  You got 18 out of 20 questions incorrect."
"No I didn't."
"Brandon, yes you did."
"You know what, teacher, questions have been raised about the validity of this test."
"By who?"
"By me and the kid who eats glue in the back of class.  We find this test highly suspect and therefore don't accept your bad grade."

Take a look, people.  We are actually having a conversation about Obama's origin. When in the history of this country have we demanded to see a birth certificate?  I never saw John McCain's but I believe he's an American citizen.  The same goes for Bill Clinton and George W. Bush.  So what's so different about Barack Obama that people demand to see his birth certificate?

Oh...right....

The best thing about being a birther is that you can believe anything -- ANYTHING AT ALL! -- as long as it furthers your agenda.  Your evidence can be obviously fake but it will still be good enough for you.  While you demand hard-copy, tangible evidence to dispute you, you will accept any flimsy, half-assed piece of paper as truth.  Manipulation, it's great!

Take the birther way of life and apply it to yourself.  When upset at grocery store prices or movie showtimes, when having an argument with your girlfriend or stuck in traffic.  There is literally no occasion that defying logic and fact doesn't help you!  It can get you out of any bind.  If at first it doesn't work, plug your eyes and scream "La la la la la" loudly, that also helps.
 
And so what if millions upon millions of people believe you're mentally unsound.  You know what, screw those guys.  To be honest, they seem very "foreign" to me.  I'd like to see some certificates.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Mon, 03 Aug 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1965/From-Now-On-I-Will-Ignore-Reality.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1821/The-Phantom-Menace-Ten-Years-Later.html
Okay, I'm overdoing it but seeing The Phantom Menace was a major movie moment for me.  I was 12  (almost 13!) when it came out and I remember the day vividly.  My dad wouldn't let me go to the midnight screening (I mean, this isn't Batman) so I had to round up my pals for a 3:15 screening.  In the end, my friend Adam and I ventured into the theater ready to be amazed.

I disregarded the reviews.  My step-mom put it best: "Sometimes people are just jealous of success".  That made sense to me.  The critics were just jealous of George Lucas and his legions of fans!  They yearned for his popularity!  They were trying to bring him down!  Motherfuckers.

Well, as it turns out, they were right.  The Phantom Menace is a bad -- though not terrible -- movie.  When compared to the original trilogy, it's a silly, childish mess.  Of course, being a child myself, I was in denial.  I made excuses, I demanded repeat viewings, I just couldn't admit that the movie was sub-par. 

I felt conflicted emotions walking out of the theater.  At the time, I thought I liked it.  It had action, special effects, Natalie Portman!  However, as time went by, I soon realized that the movie wasn't nearly as good as it should have been.  Although I wasn't a Star Wars fanatic like some of my friends, I still felt their pain.  People had been hyping up this movie my entire life and that was it?  That's what we'd all been waiting for?

It was a dropped ball for sure.  There are so many reasons why it didn't work: the reliance on special effects, the shoddy acting, the shoddy writing, the shoddy direction.  Indeed, there was a general feeling of shoddiness throughout the film.  And while it wasn't the worst movie ever made it wasn't the event film we all wanted.  It just wasn't...sigh...never mind.

Ten years ago today.  Years and years of anticipation for those several hours.  This milestone makes me feel old.  It doesn't feel like ten years.  Maybe it's because I rarely ever watch The Phantom Menace.  I have no desire to see the beginnings of what may go down as the biggest letdown in history.   However, as bad as TPM is, Attack of the Clones is far, far worse.

Regardless of how it's considered these days, the films holds a place in all our hearts.  We may not like it but it was a major event for us movie fans.  It's something we all have in common.  We all remember our first viewing, or first reactions.  We all hold it in the same regard and shudder whenever it's mentioned.

And it's very mention brings up the same thought in all our minds: God damn George Lucas.

]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Tue, 19 May 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1821/The-Phantom-Menace-Ten-Years-Later.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1818/Gimme-Superman.html
But these days, with all these successful reboots popping up, I have been really jonesing for a new Superman film.  Now, I wasn't a huge fan of Bryan Singer's Superman Returns.  I remember walking out of the theater and liking what I saw but not really liking the movie.  That is, it was a great looking film but it didn't connect with me at all.  Whenever I explain this to a fan they tell me that Singer was just trying something new (which he wasn't) and that not every blockbuster has to be an action film filled with explosion after explosion.  That's true, I completely agree.  However, there was no emotional connection to the characters in Superman Returns.   Stephen King once said that Stanley Kubrick's The Shining was like a really beautiful, polished Cadillac with no engine and that's what Superman Returns was to me.

Still, I usually watch some of it when it's on HBO.

Whatever.  Let's move on.  The point is, after reading Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely's fantastic All Star Superman I am dying to see that translated to screen.  Maybe not the exact same storyline (although the plot of All Star Superman is terrific) but the same spirit.  It's lively, colorful and not afraid to embrace the fact that it's a comic book.  You see, not every comic book film has to be grounded in reality.  Sure that works for some but let's not forget the fact that this is a story about an alien flying around in a cape.  That's one of the things that the book did so well.  It captured the charismatic, mystical, gee-whiz element that brought me to Superman in the first place.  And it came to life when I read it.

I want to see the classic, square-jawed Superman.  He doesn't have to look like a model, his suit doesn't need any new look to it.  I just want Superman.  I want a Lex Luthor who isn't plotting some bizarre terraforming project for Earth.  I want a Lois Lane who is smart, sassy and can fend for herself (with no child, thank you very much).  The simpler the Superman movie, the better. 

I know this may never happen and I'm okay with that.  Sometimes it's best just to let a great comic be a great comic, no need for an adaptation.  But when people ask me what comic book franchise deserves a film series I always say Superman.  It's been far too long since we've seen it done the correct way. 

Besides, Jon Hamm is the man of the hour and that guy would look great in blue and red.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Mon, 18 May 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1818/Gimme-Superman.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1747/420.html hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Excuse my sarcasm but I wanted to remind everyone that tomorrow, April 20th, is something of a national holiday for marijuana enthusiasts.  I'm sure you all know that and probably know a few people who are quite excited for tomorrow.  I know several people that will spend the 20th being completely, utterly blazed.  I could care less.  There are far worse ways to spend a day.  Did you see those Tea Parties last week?

I'll be honest: I've always been kind of torn about weed.  I'm not a pot smoker but I know many, many people who are.  I was born and raised in Humboldt County, California.  To this day, when I mention my place of origin to people, I am asked how much weed I smoke or how good the pot is up there.  I usually just smile, nod and say "Good.  People say it's the best."  And it's true, people do say that Humboldt County creates unparalleled weed.  I just never got into it.  

Which is fine.  People in Humboldt aren't pushers.  There are a lot of completely sober folks up there.  At the same time, weed is a lot more prevalent there than it is here in L.A.  There will be great clouds of smoke in Humboldt tomorrow.  There are festivals and parties thrown in the parks.  Cops watch from the sidelines and do very little.  In fact, for one day, weed is more or less legalized.

I think marijuana should be legalized in America.  While I may not be a smoker, I can see that it's hardly a drug.  As well, taxing and monitoring the commerce of weed would be beneficial to the country.  Would it pull us out of the recession?  No, but it surely wouldn't hurt.  I also buy into all those other reasons people list: it's not addictive, it's more seductive when illegal, it's far better than smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol.  Okay, fine, you got me.  Legalize weed.  I have no problem with that.

At the same time, the people getting really, really excited about tomorrow seem incredibly silly to me.  They (and they are small in numbers.  Most casual smokers could care less about the 20th) get so pumped up about tomorrow.  "Yeah, it's our day!" I heard an enthusiast say.  Your day?  What?  I know smokers and let me tell you that the the last thing they need is a reason to smoke.  They'll smoke for literally any reason at all.  ANY!  

The typical pothead is a stereotype.  I know many people who are functional, normal, presentable and still smoke weed.  At the same time, I do know a lot of potheads.  Red eyes, bobbing head, constantly smelling like dope.   That's fine, do what you want.  At the same time, if they are truly fighting for the legalization of weed then they should get their acts together.  If you want weed legalized, you'll have to go head-to-head with Congress.  Those guys don't take too kindly to lazy ne'er-d-wells.   And while you shouldn't change who you are for others, that's something to consider. 

It's going to be awhile before weed becomes legal.  While I think it shouldn't be against the law to smoke (just like smoking cigarettes), I don't feel inspired to take up the fight and write my congressman.  There are plenty of other causes to get fired up about, like legalizing same-sex marriage or outlawing babies in movie theaters.

But I hope people enjoy their day.  I will be waking up late, watching Wilco's live DVD and playing Ocarina of Time.  Damn, I really do sound like a pothead sometimes.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1747/420.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1646/Wow-Glenn-Beck-is-the-worst.html ever be a person who I would find more annoying than Bill O'Reilly.

But then, like some sort of perverse God listening in on my thoughts, the world provided me with Glenn Beck. 

I honestly cannot stand Glenn Beck.  I can't look at him, I can't listen to him and I can't even think of him without feeling like I might gag.  Great, I just did.  

I wanted to write a post about Glenn Beck because I am sure there are many others out there (especially among the knowledgeable readers of CHUD) that feel the way I do.  The thing about Glenn Beck is that there is SO much I dislike about him I don't know where to start.

Is it his "neutral" stance on issues that I hate? That's right, like O'Jerk-off and other conservative blowhards, he claims that he doesn't have a bias or that maybe he's just a little "libertarian".  Why even try and deny it Beck?  You're more conservative than Chris Cooper in American Beauty, just not as gay.  I think.

Is it his views that get to me?  How he is suddenly TERRIFIED for America's future?  He's dead certain that America is becoming a socialist country and that all we worked for, all the money WE earned, is going to be spread around by Comrade Obama.    He's worried for America NOW?  And about that of all things?  What about the last eight years, Glenn?  You weren't the least bit concerned then? 

Wow, his lack of knowledge makes me dizzy.

The thing I hate most about Beck, the thing that really gets under my usually-thick skin is his demeanor.  Glenn Beck has a smug, certain tone when he speaks.  He's snarky, he's sarcastic and -- worst of all -- he thinks he's funny.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: conservatives aren't funny.  They might be fine people but they are definitely not funny.  So don't even try, conservatives.  You're only funny when you don't try.  Like Larry Craig, that guy was a riot.

Glenn Beck is dangerous too.  He's the type of host who tells his audience that the world is falling apart, America is in its final hours, a civil war is at hand.  To his audience, he tells them it's time to fight back, to take these corrupt (liberal) leaders down.  And there's a small, scared part of me that envisions some nutjob out in the sticks rounding up his guns and swearing to settle the score.  All the while Beck is on the TV, grinning like the Ceshire Cat. 

But the worst thing about Glenn Beck is that he's popular.  While on Headline News, I could stay away from Glenn Beck.  I mean, anyone who airs after Nancy Grace is pretty easy to avoid.  Yet, since his move to Fox News, Beck's popularity has sky-rocketed.  His show the most-watched one out there.  That means he's going to get louder and he's going to get crazier.  They always do.  I fear Glenn Beck will be here for awhile. 

Let's just hope that he too likes to sexually harass producers.  I can manage as long as Beck brings the funny.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Thu, 26 Mar 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1646/Wow-Glenn-Beck-is-the-worst.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1619/Jon-amp-Kate-Plus-8.html Jon & Kate Plus 8.  For those of you who haven't seen the show, it's a reality-based series following the lives of two parents (that would be Jon and Kate) and their eight -- that's right, EIGHT -- children.

I first tuned in because I thought it was going to be yet another show about a kooky religious family in the Mid-West.  However, I was surprised to find out that Kate has only been pregnant twice.  Her first pregnancy delivered twins and her second pregnancy presented the family with 6 kids.  Yikes.  So it wasn't a show about crazy wing-nuts.  Dang.

Regardless, I'm somewhat addicted to the show.  I can't really place why.  Their story, aside from the bizarre pregnancies, isn't all that interesting.  I mean, it's just kids being kids.  They whine, cry, scream, make messes.  The parents are fairly normal.  They argue, sometimes a lot, and don't seem insane.  Kate is kind of a jerk sometimes, but she did push eight children out of her vagina so I give her a pass.  Jon seems to be a push-over, agreeing to whatever Kate wants.  Again, he probably just remembers the time that she squeezed eight human beings out of her vagina.  That rationalizes a lot.

There's just something about this show.  I don't really like it but I keep watching it.   I'm not that great around children (they terrify me) so maybe this is like a horror show to me, showcasing my worst nightmare.  The family is given exclusive opportunities because of their fame so maybe it's watching those unique trips (they met Oprah!) that interests me.   Whatever the reason, I like watching Jon & Kate Plus 8.  In fact, I'm watching the marathon right now.

Recently, the family's story has been all over the tabloids because of some suggestive photos of Jon with college co-eds.  Nothing too sexual in the pictures, just shots of an apparently drunk Jon posing with pretty girls.  Naturally, everyone assumed that Jon was cheating on Kate.  While I definitely don't condone adultery (Kate's pretty and, through the fighting, seems to love him) I can understand being fearful of sex.  This guy seems to have some sort of super sperm.   Any sexual contact could mean eight more kids.  Hell, maybe more.  Maybe ten kids.  I think he might be cursed.  However, the couple seem to have worked through their problems.  At least that's what the promos for next week's episode suggest.

I know I'm rambling but I just needed to justify this interest.  I need to write down all aspects of the show and get to the bottom of my inability to turn it off.  This is a show that housewives watch.  It's on TLC for Christ's sake!  So why is this 22 year old male recording it on his DVR?

I have no idea.  So help me God this pack of ten will be the death of me.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Wed, 18 Mar 2009 00:00:00 EDT http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1619/Jon-amp-Kate-Plus-8.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1574/I-Know-It-Was-You-Old-Lady.html
I'm finally over my cold.  It took me a couple long, dark days to do it but I've made my way back to a healthy state.  It was touch-and-go for awhile.  I had a few days of light sleep, followed by some coughing and a sore throat for the ages. 

That's all in the past.  I feel better, life is good.  But, I finally figured it out.  I've narrowed down all the suspects and can now state that it was that old lady six days ago who got me sick.

You see, Valentine's Day is a busy time at my job.  We are in the chocolate business and every Dick and Jane want to buy some candy for their loved ones in February.  The place gets swamped, people grabbing and talking, asking questions, writing checks, standing in line, making small talk.  It gets quite cramped. 

It was in one of those cramped, busy moments that I helped an elderly lady with a box of chocolates for her grandson.  She was a loud woman, constantly making bad jokes and asking for a lot of red ribbon.  At the end of the transaction, moments before I bid her farewell, the woman sneezed into her hand.  Seconds later -- ONLY SECONDS -- she handed me a crisp hundred dollar bill for her order.  I hardly thought about it at the time but now I realize what she did.  Her bill was covered in plague and I was the recipient of her virus.  Less than one day later, I began to sneeze and my throat became tender and sore. 

It's time to settle the score.  Listen here old lady, if you read this I want a confession.  I don't know your name, I don't know your story but I do know that you cost me a couple days of productivity because of your negligence.   All I want is an apology.  So get to it, apologize to me.  You can do it online or come into my work.  You can send me a letter or a card in the mail.  But you better do it.  Soon.

......

Too shy, eh?  It's okay, you don't have to say that you're sorry.   I'm not the only one who saw this happen.  I have several witnesses, old lady!  We will find you and we will FORCE you to apologize to me.  Maybe you don't understand how serious this situation was.  I had to drink glass after glass of water, old lady!  I was peeing all day long!  I could hardly speak!  It was so bad, in fact, that I wasn't even fit enough to go barhopping with some friends.  Do you know what that does to a person, old lady?  Do you have any idea?

So, fine, don't apologize.  Live with your actions.  I hope you're able to get some sleep because I sure wasn't.  When I was suffering from the cold you gave me I only got seven hours of sleep - MAX!  Everyone knows I need eight and half to fully charge my batteries. 

That's all I wanted to say.  I just wanted to inform you that you've been found out.  Sleep well old lady.  I know what you've done.  Guess who else knows?  God.  Let him be the judge.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Tue, 17 Feb 2009 00:00:00 EST http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1574/I-Know-It-Was-You-Old-Lady.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1537/When-I-Die.html
And this one was too.  Luckily, my family is such that after the funeral, we spent hours speaking of years gone by and eating delicious Jewish food.  We made jokes (everyone loved mine), looked at photos, told stories.  It was great.  I left last night feeling really close to my family and also really happy.

Yet, I wonder about my funeral.  I've never really planned it seeing as I've got quite a few years left in this hunk o' junk body (Just kidding, body!  I love you!).  I suppose funerals aren't like weddings, where a young person plans it in her head years before it comes to pass.  To be honest, I don't really care about the logistics of my funeral.  I don't care what I'm wearing, I don't care about the weather.  I simply want people to have fun.

You see, there will be no speakers at my funeral.  There will be comedians.  My funeral will be a roast of Brandon Marcus.  Since I'll be gone, it'll be no-holds-barred.  Say whatever you want, break all boundaries!  No subject too taboo!  No word too vulgar!  Maybe I can get Future Bob Saget to say a few words (although, in all honesty, Future Bob Saget isn't nearly as funny as Bob Saget).

I'll invite some clowns, a Jolly Jump and maybe a giraffe or two (I don't know the asking price of a giraffe in 2084 so that might not happen).  Music will be playing, punch with be served.  On the walls, portraits of me with mustaches scribbled on in black sharpie.  The food served will be hot dogs and chips and the rabbi will be required to wear a shirt that reads "No Fat Chicks".  And me, I'll be laughing in my grave.  Not literally, that'll be a recording playing from inside the casket.

Some people may not be willing to laugh.  I understand that, but this will be my wish.  I want my funeral to truly be a celebration of who I am/was.  And who I am is somebody that thinks we should mourn and grieve but also celebrate and laugh.  I try to find the humor in all things.  I'm hoping that people see my personality shine through in my crazy circus funeral. 

I also want to be cremated and mixed into the punch.  That way, a little piece of me can go home with everybody.

Oh, and I'm going to throw it at three in the morning.  But that's just because it's mean and I find humor in it.
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Sat, 24 Jan 2009 00:00:00 EST http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1537/When-I-Die.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1526/Goodbye-George-W-Bush.html What'll I do when you
Are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do...

Dear George,

And so it has come to be.  As you get ready to spend your final full morning in the White House I thought that I'd share some thoughts with you as our last precious hours dwindle.

Eight years.  It's been eight years since you entered the Oval Office.  I can remember it vividly.  Do you remember your first big world event?  Remember those American pilots who crashed over in Red China?  Remember how they were trapped over there and you used your diplomacy (DE-PLO-MA-SEE) skills to get them back?  You were a hero then G-Dubs.  A true, blue American hero.

That was followed by September 11, 2001.  Even some of the biggest, smelliest liberals admit that you performed well on that day and the weeks to follow.  You rallied the country together, you told us to stand with you as you sought out those who attacked us, you assured us that all would be well.

And then you promptly fucked it all up.  Well done.  Some people might have assumed that you would try and keep America united but that was never your true plan.  Oh no, you were always going to resort back to the politics of division.  You had a plan and you were going to follow it.  Because you know that only history and God will judge you.  And God sure as hell wasn't going to talk.

Or maybe he was.  In August of 2005, Hurricane Katrina destroyed thousands of homes and lives.  People gave you a lot of trouble for your response following Katrina but I understand what was going on.  How can you be everywhere at once?  You're only one man.  I mean, John McCain has a birthday party you had to attend to!  Who was going to give him his cake?

We've had good times too.  Like that time that

...

...

IRAQ HAS DEMOCRACY NOW!  You brought democracy to Iraq!  Alright!  USA!  USA!

And Afghanistan is in great shape now.  Saddam Hussein is dead and buried.  Oh, there are two more conservative judges on the Supreme Court, spying is totally legal, terrorists are being round up and sent to Gitmo!  Things are happening, America is strong.  You are at the helm and this ship is just cruising along to Freedom Land. 

I could spend the rest of this blog recounting your number of successes but instead I'd rather sum it up with my wish to you.

I wish that the rest of your days in Texas are peaceful.  I wish you spend plenty of time with Laura and Barney, reading history books, writing your memoirs and enjoying a well deserved break.  However, I do recommend that you hire a crew to do your yardwork.  You seem to get an awful lot of brush on your ranch.

I hope that you are proud of your presidency.  I hope you feel like you've achieved a lot.  I hope that you spend your twilight years giving speeches and donating money and shaping the future you and Karl Rove envisioned eight years ago.

I also hope that you never read a newspaper or biography.  Trust me, it's probably for the best.

These last eight years have only been a warm-up for the real vacation you're about to go on!  Enjoy!

Sincerely,
A Proud American

P.S. You should probably tell Jeb not to run in 2012.  He might actually achieve something and damage your legacy. 
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 EST http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1526/Goodbye-George-W-Bush.html http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1479/My-Favorite-Music-of-2008.html The Dark Knight changed me inside.  My film list would be pretty predictable.

But I digress.  Music.  Music, it makes the people come together from what I hear.  Many times it's horrible.  But many more times it's terrific.  I listen to music constantly, at least several hours a day thanks to mass transit and my phone.  Also, I can't write unless I'm listening to music.  In fact, I'm listening to something right now (Girl by The Beatles in case  anyone was wondering).

But creating a list is tricky as any High Fidelity fan knows.  It takes time and it's a bitch to pick favorites.  Any album I mention is one worth listening to.  There was a lot of good music this year, some of it coming from really surprisingly places (That "All the Single Ladies" is actually pretty catchy).  So take a look at what I dug. 

And download what you can.


FAVORITE SONG OF THE YEAR:  "Being Here" - The Stills
I loved this song.  From the first time I heard it to the last time (today).  The album was mediocre but this song always sets my heart a-flutter.  It's given me an irregular heartbeat.  I'm dying.

BEST ALBUM TO MURDER SOMEONE TO: In Ear Park - Department Of Eagles
Try listening to this album and NOT contemplate strangling someone.  Try it!  Either way, it's a win-win situation.


ALBUM THAT WAS ONLY A LITTLE BETTER THAN EXPECTED (BUT STILL NOT VERY GOOD):  Weezer
Oh Weezer.  I'm always hoping they surprise me and create another masterpiece.  And I am always, constantly disappointed. 

MOST INSPIRING SONG:  "Everything is Borrowed" - The Streets
From what I understand, most people didn't really enjoy this new album by Mr. Mike Skinner.  I thought it wasn't his strongest but a lot of the songs were surprisingly touching. 

SONG I LOVE BUT WOULD NEVER SING OUT LOUD: "75 Bars" - The Roots
I heard this being played at Urban Outfitters.  Edited.  Sometimes it's pointless to create an edited version of a song.  And by sometimes I mean every time. 

BEST ZOOEY DESCHANEL ALBUM: Volume One - She & Him

WORST ZOOEY DESCHANEL ALBUM: Katy Perry - One of The Boys

BEST ALBUM TO RUN/DANCE/ DO ANYTHING TO: Feed The Animals - Girl Talk
Man alive, this thing is a beast.  An album that just doesn't let up.  Really fantastic.  I ran quite a few miles to this.

And finally, my five favorite albums of the year, in a very particular order:

5.  Cut Copy - In Ghost Colours
4.  Death Cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs
3.  Vampire Weekend - Vampire Weekend
2.  Lil Wayne - Tha Carter 3
1.  The Hold Steady - Stay Positive

Like I said, there was a lot of good music this year.  Everything else this year was fairly shitty but the music was pretty good.  The wish is that every year provides us with really fun, exciting, interesting new tunes to enjoy.  I can only listen to Springsteen albums for so long.

Here's to 2009!



* Thanks Dad!
]]> no@spam.com (Brandon Marcus) Thu, 25 Dec 2008 00:00:00 EST http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1479/My-Favorite-Music-of-2008.html