Rogue's Gallery

Which American Public Enemy Are You?


A: John Dillinger


B: Frank Lucas


C: Mickey and Mallory Knox


D: Patty Hearst


E: These Bad Bitches

College Rock Throwback: Galaxie 500, "Fourth of July"

Nevermind Stacy and Rebecca. They're just a little frazzled. The evening prior, after a few too many peppermint schnapps and Diet Cokes at a particularly heated Take Back the Night rally, they finally gave into the confused sexual tension that's been a healthy supply of masturbatory material for both of them since sophomore year. Things were a little awkward on set the next day. I mean, the taste of Stacy was still on Rebecca's breath for crying out loud. So it's only natural they confused the Connells for another great college rock band of yesteryear, Galaxie 500.

Dean Wareham's foggy stream of consciousness and guitar drones may not scream U-S-A, but our wet, hot American freedom affords us the gift to celebrate the 4th in our own special way. As for me, I'll be here.

What are you doing? Got a handle on a magical Brooklyn rooftop with a perfect view of the fireworks on the Hudson? Going to Coney Island to watch the skinny Japanese dude attempt to reclaim his title/honor amongst some pasty fat dudes? Or, are you doing what you always do on the 4th, dressing up in Colonial-period military garb to wage war with Hessians to take back Long Island?

Whatever you do, wear sunscreen. And stay away from peppermint schnapps. -Megan Metzger

You Aint' No Farmer Girl

-Jon Webb

Vibe on

Oh publishing, you wayward little beast of an industry. You are falling apart, and the only ones holding you up are the big business places which have such a backwards way of doing everything, and such a myopic way of looking at the world.
This is what I think, shh... don't tell anyone, but I think that small is going to be the new big.
Okay, I totally didn't come up with that myself, I got that from a guest speaker in my entrepreneurship class. It's just that, what he said just made a lot of sense, when big business get too big, then it's time for small business to topple them over one by one.
I was not a big Vibe reader, but business wise, it seemed to have a strong demographic, an attractive readership for advertisers, and an actual worldview. Most magazines (Time inc, I'm looking at you) don't have even that. What makes them survive? Backings of advertisers? MRI reports (which are completely useless)? Or just that weird feeling that Time should exist, well if they should, then shouldn't Vibe?




I would hate to live in a world where only magazines with a half a million readers and subscribers can survive. That doesn't make sense, I don't know half a million people who like the same thing, and if I did, I would run in the other direction. Run I tell you. Because there is something terrifying about that.
Most people who read Pomp hate at least a few articles in the issues, and that's exactly how it should be. You should be able to disagree at length with the media and what it's telling you, in fact you should be able to respond right away if you have a semblance of intelligence or sense. Continue the discussion, don't fall silent.
Perhaps this is something we should do for our web redesign... have a response page for everything you read. Get engaged again, or the din will drown you out.

-Kastoory

Mad Money

In a time when big banks are seen as super villans, this commercial makes me want to switch to the dark side of savings.

Synesthesia

Synesthesia from Terri Timely on Vimeo.

The Teaches of Peaches @ Music Hall

Photo by Nicole Wasilewicz

When I first saw Peaches I was a teenager in frilly panties drinking half of bottle of raspberry vodka before stumbling into the Henry Fonda Theatre in Hollywood. My third time seeing Peaches and I'm stone cold sober fully dressed at the Music Hall of Williamsburg about to turn 26. And one thing hasn't changed a bit - Peaches still rocks harder and longer than any boy I've ever known or seen.

After she stood on top of the audience and the drum machine - she went up into the second level of the venue and announced that her family was here as she put her arms around an older lady (her mom?) and then gyrated wildly over the railing.

The re-enactment of the "Lose You" video complete with the robe costume and projections of faces on her arms was a highlight -- but she had us at "hello" in a ridiculously puffy sexy outfit. The audience was transfixed when she played with a light rod; and throughout the performance she shed a million layers of leotards until she was down to one flesh colored sweat covered number.*

At one point someone next to me compared the almighty Peaches to Lady Gaga - gag me! With her questions and sometimes "fuck you" to gender roles, DIY mentality and Cousin-it backup dancers Peaches is in a place where Lady Gag-me doesn't even know how to dream about - because it's REAL and raw and disgusting and wonderful.

Treating the audience to three encores and letting her backup band (Sweet Machine) - dressed in mermaid scales and lingerie play a little solo number Peaches rode us all into oblivion and even left us wanting more...until next time lady, I love you!

*It is now decided that I will wear nothing but leotards this summer and cut my hair into a Peaches-inspired mullet.

-Lauren