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Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward’s new album Volume Two is due in stores March 23rd, but NPR is giving us a sneak peak at the album in it’s entirety on their website, gratis. To check out the full album, here’s the link to listen to it.
March 15, 2010 at 5:29 pm, Ivan said:
Again, Johnny Sanford proves better than almost anyone else could that less is more. Two in one day. Of course, I could go the obvious route and point out that it’s unlikely that National Public Radio is going to charge for content, making the addition of ‘gratis’ at the end a nip redundant, but why spoil the mood with such triviality? I think we’re closing in on your forté here, pal – and whatever it is, it’s definitely two to four sentences long.
March 15, 2010 at 5:30 pm, Ivan said:
Not that I wasn’t looking forward to the special laundromat edition of “Unemployment Benefits”, of course.
March 15, 2010 at 7:32 pm, AdultAndre said:
Ivan seems to be oddly critical (or jealous) of Johnny.
Ivan, are you a professional writer or just another cranky Brooklynite who likes to pick on sh*t because he can’t get his own blog up and running?
March 16, 2010 at 9:53 am, Ivan said:
Hey, Andre, you’re half-right. I’m not a writer of any sort, nor do I aspire to be, but I am a Brooklynite; however, unlike you, I am a NATIVE Brooklynite, or at least more of one than your hipster ass. I’ve lived in Brighton Beach since I came to this country in ’91. My family lives in Brooklyn. Most of my friends live in Brooklyn. And gentrifying assholes (probably like you and Johnny) are threatening to push me and my family out so that you can be ‘artists’ or something. I don’t know what YOU do, Andre, but if you’re half as awful at your ‘art’ as Johnny-Cakes here, (and you’d have to be to think there’s ANYTHING this little prick writes is NOT worth criticism,) then I suggest you give up on your dreams and tell your parents to spend all that money they’re paying on your Bushwick loft on a nice vacation for themselves – after all THEY earned it.
March 16, 2010 at 10:07 am, Ivan said:
And by the way, moron, ANYONE can get a blog up and running. That’s how blogs work. Now go spend too much of someone else’s money on shitty beer at that cool new dive bar that just opened where someone’s family business used to be. And don’t forget not to tip!
March 16, 2010 at 3:03 pm, AdultAndre said:
Wow! A real, live native Brooklynite! I was born and raised in Queens. Big deal. My family came to NY from Greece in the 80s. So what. They came here with nothing. They worked hard, opened up local eateries and now I manage one of my family businesses. I’m also a fairly successful mixed media artist and travel frequently. I think my favorite vacation spot is the Florida Keys, it’s so peaceful there. My fiancee is hot lady from Yemen. I have a brown-spotted mutt from a local shelter. The dog gets along great with my tabby cat. I donate to local literacy groups. I went to NYU on a full scholarship. I don’t drink beer or any alcohol. I work out at the YMCA. Life is pretty grand. Ivan, the next fruit and veggie smoothie I have, I will toast to you!
Salud!
March 16, 2010 at 10:47 pm, didgi said:
apparently andre doesn’t know about tumblr, xanga, blogspot,…etc.
no ones jealous of your buddy, pal. EVERYONE can get a blog.
and some people are just saddened by that fact when its used to put out crap like this.
March 17, 2010 at 1:25 am, Ivan said:
Wow. Mea culpa, Andre. It sounds like you’re a really together guy. I mean, you’re living the dream, man. You’ve got it all: money, talent, smarts, the whole kit and caboodle. You’re managing a restaurant AND pursuing your artistic desires? That’s some ambition there, my friend. Of course, what else would you expect from the son of impoverished immigrants? I think that we can both agree that being poor and foreign in America means having to work twice as hard to get half as far, but it sounds like your parents really went above and beyond. I’ll bet they’re a couple of smart cookies, the kind of upstanding folks that raise their kids right. I mean, you’d have to be one impressive dude to get a full scholarship to NYU, I’d imagine, and that doesn’t just happen on its own. I never went to college myself, but I’ve heard that it’s a pretty tough school to get into, let alone on scholarship. Is that where you met your hot fiancée? Between you and me, I’ll confess that I wasn’t too familiar with the features of your average Yemeni lady, so I went ahead and plugged “Yemeni women” into Google Image. Gotta say – vavaVOOM! Those lips, those cheeks. If that’s what your woman’s got going on, then ‘salud’ indeed, kid! No disrespect, of course. I’m just impressed by how much you’ve got going for you. And yet, you don’t let it go to your head. You’re down to earth, and that’s something you really don’t see that often in successful people. When you wanted a dog, you chose to rescue a shelter mutt instead of going to some uppity breeder. You see no reason to join some fancy, exclusive gym when the Y suits you purpose just fine. You even go out of your way to try and give some of your less fortunate neighbors the same opportunities your parents gave you by donating to literacy programs. I have to commend you, boss; that’s an awful lot to accomplish before the age of thirty.
Be honest, now: You think I’m being sarcastic, don’t you? I don’t blame you. Lord knows I would, were I in your place. And honestly, in most cases you’d be right. I’m a very sarcastic person, as Our Johnny can attest. So I truly hope you believe me when I tell you that I am being one-hundred percent sincere. (Well okay, more like ninety-five percent. The snide pitch of your response did kinda piss me off. But then, I suppose it was meant to.) Sarcastic tone aside, though, I am coming from the heart here, or at least attempting to. it’s not often that I come across a working native New Yorker close to my own age that I didn’t grow up with, particularly one with a real understanding of the American immigrant experience, and I’m always happy when one of my hometown brethren makes good. It’s also refreshing to meet someone else who knows that growing up in the outer boroughs (I’m guessing you’re from Astoria; is that presumptuous of me?) doesn’t make you an urban redneck or a yuppie or a welfare cheat. So yeah, I’m legitimately happy for your success. I’m not ecstatic or proud or anything of it, like I would be if you were one of my brothers, but I certainly don’t begrudge you it. Hey, you worked for it – you’re certainly entitled to enjoy the fruits.
That’s why I decided to respond to you, although I certainly didn’t have to. I mean, let’s face it: you never actually defended this little booger’s handiwork, nor have any of his other friends who have rushed to his defense with similar comments. The closest thing to that was from some woman named Liesel, and even she seemed more concerned with defending him as a person than as a writer. She actually seemed to agree with the criticisms that both I and a fellow poster had raised! (Honestly, when your own mother [or sister, or cousin, or girlfriend or whatever – it' obvious that she knows him very intimately] can’t defend your writing to some asshole bully like myself, then it might just be time to put your quill back in the desk.) Still, I understand. He’s your pal and you have his back. Hey, we’ve all been there. I’ve certainly been in similar situations with my friends, and they with me. Any true friend should and would come to the aid of a quarreling compatriot, regardless of whether or not said quarrel was justified. That’s just the honorable thing to do.
I also understand your need to answer me when I went after you personally. After all, I don’t know you. We’ve never met. In all likelihood, we never will meet. And yet here I am, some glib pissant who doesn’t know a thing about you or your life, presuming that you’re some sort of internet troll who enjoys belittling strangers with broad stereotypes based on a few words posted on the internet. How dare I assume you live in Brooklyn? Where do I get off, assuming you to be a wannabe ‘artist’? How shallow could I be, assuming that your comments were rooted in your own narcissistic frustrations over the past and future failures of your own creative endeavors. I was being a real jerk. Furthermore, I was being a total hypocrite. After all, some of my very first experiences in this country were with jerks just like myself, who judged me solely on my ill-fitting clothes and my then-fragile grasp on the English language. They saw my Eastern Block wool coats, or noticed my total failure to understand Romantic verb conjugation, and took it as proof positive that I was some sort of cretin. It wasn’t all even necessarily mean-spirited, either: my mother almost went crazy trying to locate me after school one day because some well-meaning teacher had taken it upon herself to herd my grinning, uncomprehending ass onto the short bus home. To this very day, most people hear what remains of my accent and immediately assume that I have some sideline as a Bratva bagman or loan shark. It is nearly impossible for me to convince young, well-dressed neighbors and customers that I have no idea where they can pick up a primo eightball. And yet here I am, doing the exact same thing to you. Outrageous. I’m not even judging you on the basis of your clothes, or your hair, or your manner of speech; I’m going on small collection of lines on a webpage. I’m assuming that simply because you’re on a culture site targeted to ‘urban artists’, deriding someone else’s writing, you must fit into some preconceived notion that I have. Well it’s shameful, damn shameful, and you want to know something? I’m embarrassed. Shame on me, Andre; shame on me.
Alright, that last bit may have ended up a tad more ornery (and heavy-handed) than I intended. What can I say? I yam what I yam. Seriously though, guy, nothing personal. You don’t do it, I won’t do it back. If your cat and dog can get along, I’m sure we can, too.
March 17, 2010 at 1:31 am, Ivan said:
Phew, that took a minute. Oh well – back to work. ‘Night, kids.
March 17, 2010 at 1:36 am, didgi said:
1. ivan. get a life.
2. andre. get a life.
3. johnny. get a life. and a job.
March 17, 2010 at 11:19 am, AdultAndre said:
Ivan, fair enough. I must say, interesting words and perspective.
March 17, 2010 at 11:21 am, AdultAndre said:
didgi, oh shush.
March 17, 2010 at 7:27 pm, Ivan said:
1. Andre: I appreciate that.
2. didgi: I work twelve hours a night; what’s your excuse?
3. Johnny: I … ahh, forget it.