And once again, the line between the Daily News and the Weekly World News is shaved a bit thinner.
Monthly Archives: February 2009
Holy Goddamn! 002 – Brees of Change Meets the Dirty Lowdown
Holy Goddamn returns, a mere 2 weeks later as promised! Oh, you thought it would never last? Yeah, I know what you were thinking. Plus that other thing you were thinking. You sicko.
In this week’s episode, I expound upon a much-needed fairness doctrine for The Small Town Movie, and I have an exclusive in-studio interview with Bree Summers, editor of one of my favorite political blogs, BreesofChange.com. At least it was one of my favorite blogs before the interview. And as always, tunes I dig and soundclips that no one but me will think are funny.
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And just to clarify, this episode is not brought to you in any part by Winger’s. I don’t know how that guy keeps getting his stuff on my show. He must be like a vampire–invite him in your house once and it renders you defenseless.
Holy Goddamn! 002 Setlist
Ted Leo, “The Great Communicator,” Tyranny of Distance * get it
Black Lips, “Lock and Key,” live at Amoeba Records Hollywood (courtesy Rollo & Grady)
Jan Davis, “Snow Surfin’ Matador,” Jungle Exotica Vol. 1 (v/a) * get it
Don Agrati, “Hollywood Song,” Homegrown (courtesy Art Decade)
Jon & Robin, “You Don’t Care,” 7″ single (courtesy Office Naps)
Clinic, “Tomorrow,” Do It! * get it
Nation of Ulysses, “You’re My Miss Washington D.C.,” 13-Point Program to Destroy America * get it
Elvis Costello, “Night Rally,” This Year’s Model * get it
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The Awnings of Brooklyn: Pizza di Napoli
“Fried pizza: one bite and you’ll actually hear your arteries scream in horror!”
What’s more amazing: the fact that fried pizza exists, or the fact that this pic was taken in Brooklyn and not the Jersey Shore? As Tom Scharpling once said, when you go to the Jersey Shore, they just assume whatever you want, you want it fried.
If you told someone from Naples that there was a place in America named after their city that sold deep-fried pizza, they’d probably beat you to death, just on general principle.
Who do we have to thank for deep fried pizza? The British, of course, the same people who brought you deep-fried Mars bars and deep-fried mac and cheese. Apparently deep-fried pizza is a popular chip shop snack over there. I know Masterpiece Theatre makes us think the English are all sophisticated and proper, but trust me, they have a junk culture over there that makes American pop garbage look like the Algonquin Round Table.
I’m not sure why a place that specializes in British junk food is in a Puerto Rican neighborhood. But the joint is in a prime location, right down the block from Woodhull Hospital. So you’re within walking distance of the ER for the inevitable stomach pumping that will follow.