Sterefork Innovates New Form Of Journalism. Your Mind = Blown

According to my old comm. theory prof., academic work only counts if you "add to scholarship." That is, find a dinosaur bone, discover DNA is in a double helix... or, in our case, identify a new mode of communication that was previously non-existent.

That's right dear reader, your genius friends at Stereofork aren't simply snark-wielding ninjas - we're also Foucault-reading moffos creating some mind-blowing communication theory. Suck it.

As you may be aware, journalism is stratified into different categories. There's the boring stuff like "Hard News" or "political journalism," the slightly more interesting "photojournalism," the My-Sister-Just-Got-A-Phone-Cam oeuvre known as "citizen journalism" and our favorite, "Gonzo journalism." Pioneered by writer/legend Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo journalism encouraged things like taking copious amounts of drugs, carousing with rock stars and politicians then making up half of what you write later. That, dear friends, is journalism we can stand behind!

But due to the fact that we don't have HST's contacts (both in the celebrity world and drug world), we've decided to innovate a new form of ghetto journalism we call simply: Drunk Journalism.

Drunk Journalism is the brainchild of Stereofork writer Scott who possesses the arcane ability to get completely wasted while reporting on events in 140 characters or less. We know what you're thinking, impossible. But yes, it's true. Pulitzer committee, we're awaiting your call.

This new form of writing ignores journalistic trivialities like "conflict of interest" or "correct grammar" and highlights the beauty of things like caps lock, tacos and virtual booty calling.

So, we now present you, the world's first article identified as "drunk journalism."
A brief offering simply titled "MSO 15 Y PARTY SC0T DRNK," the piece chronicles the goings on at a music publicity firm's 15 year anniversary party with both brevity and panache. Prepare yourself for the best thing to happen to the writing world since Don DeLillo got off anti-depressants.

Scott:
1. drunk. 2. @ the Roxy. 3. MSO 15th yr party. 3. Santino from Project Runway is the coolest dude. EVER. 4. drunk 5. tacos are good. . 9:51 PM Feb 9th
Scott:
was just talking mad shit about Smashing Pumpkins @ MSO party. Turns out Billy Corgan was 5 ft away the whole time. #Whoops. Luv u man! 9:56 PM Feb 9th from txt
Scott:
1. still drunk. 2. billy corgan is tall. 3. girls are awesome. 4. santino is the coolest mofo ever. 5. you should make out with me. a lot. 11:04 PM Feb 9th from txt
Scott:
· really sorry if you got crazy-ass tweets from my phone tonite. just got it back from this weird kid that found it in the bathroom. nuts. 11:10 PM Feb 9th from txt
Scott:
Girl, why you trippin'? 11:58 PM Feb 9th from txt
Scott:
NoNoNoNoNOOOO! GRACE JONES is no longer playing @ Coachella 2010. WHYGODWHY?!?! This seriously sucks BIG TIME. NO Grace?!?! FML!!! BLAAAH! 12:01 AM Feb 10th from txt
Scott:
Oh! My best sighting of the night @ the Roxy: One of my all-time favorite drummers, Mr. CLEM BURKE. That dude is the jam forever. 12:40 AM Feb 10th from txt

Pt. II. Hangover Journalism.

Scott:
had the best time @ the Roxy last night for the MSO party. I heart Alex Greenberg! And Santino Rice is seriously my new hero. So nice! 8:05 AM Feb 10th from txt
Scott:
didnt even say anything mean about the Smashing Pumpkins last night. Just being overly nostalgic for the days of Gish & Siamese Dream. : / 8:17 AM Feb 10th from txt

Stay tuned for future installments... and/or simply follow Scott through the hyper links above.

Sincerely,

the Stereofork Ph.D. committee

Everybody do the Coachella

It's the annual SoCal music nerd ritual: The fine folks of Goldenvoice announce the date they're going to announce the line-up for Coachella, and we all promptly go bat-sh*t crazy. Then once the line-up is actually released, we spend the rest of the time leading up the fest bitching about it. This year looks to be no exception.

With the announcement slated for early this morning (what, you thought I was awake at this ungodly hour for no good reason? You'll get to know me better soon enough), fools started griping via Twitter that the line-up hadn't been leaked Monday evening. All kinds of crazy acts were being bandied about, like David Bowie and the Rolling Stones. Yeah, and I'm going to see Prince play in his basement. Oh wait, that actually happened...

So I dragged my sorry-ass out of bed at 7AM, and just like clockwork, the line-up was announced at 7:15AM.

Now that it's here, well, what? There are plenty of amazing artists on the bill: The return of the Specials(!!!), Fever Ray, Thom Yorke, Detroit techno legend PLASTIKMAN (who's got the blotter?), the XX, Jay-Z, PIL, Devo, GRACE JONES!!, Flying Lotus, Sly & the freaking Family Stone...you get the picture. There literally seems to be something for everyone. That I know, anyway. And I have to wonder what John Waters has planned...

In all, it's a pretty solid line-up. Although it is kind of missing that slam-dunk, FTW artist like Prince, Roger Waters, Daft Punk or Radiohead to really put the whole thing over the top (which is why my hero Bowie would have been PERFECT. Damn it!) Which means it will probably be a little less hectic this year than recent years past, and I'm OK with that. Fewer bodies in the fields means fewer drunken morons to deal with. Yay for that. Then again, when you've got people like RYAN SEACREST Twittering about the line-up (and mentioning Muse, Jay-Z and Tiesto), there's a good chance the polo fields will again be overrun by the great mouth-breathing masses. God bless America!

Maybe this can be the year where I spend more time drinking Bloody Marys by the pool and making out with hot girls I've only just met, you know? Oh, OK. I'm down to make out with girls I already know, too. Life is short, you know? I'm envisioning something along the lines of a Benetton remix of "The Jersey Shore." That would be radd. Let's do this, people. And don't forget the Strawberry Lip Smackers lip gloss. I LOVE that stuff...

We're Back

Hello loyal follower (singular), you may have noticed that Stereofork took a wee break between Nov.2007 and Jan.2010.

During that time, we as a staff (can unpaid bloggers actually be considered a "staff"? oh wait... nevermind) embarked upon a soul-searching trip much like the one described in the Oprah-tastic book Eat, Pray, Love. Except ours was more like Drink, Puke, Cry.

500 pizzas, 400 handles of vodka and 250 awkward morning after glances later, we now feel ready to fork it up once again. Yes, we just adjectived that. And yes, we just adjectived adjective. Maybe you haven't heard of this little thing called "creative license" buddy, it's like grammar on acid. And in case you didn't know, acid is good for you.

We're encouraged to find that since 2007 bad music has continued to propagate, unemployed bearded guys still manage to pull hot chicks in Silver Lake/Brooklyn and arrogant hipster journos still write as if they have more talent than musicians. *Sniffle* Thank you music world, thank you. You're more consistent than our last boyfriend.

So, that's all you need to know. We (Bryan, Ryan, Scott and Tatiana) are back - and we even have a new member: Mark aka Minky A Go Go (see Ellen to your right). He'll introduce himself at some point (I'm predicting some crap about Swedish pop bands).

Long story short:
We're back.
all your dreams = come true.
Thanks.

Reading material: We like this little gem by Ricky Haley on low budg tour managers.

Nobody Fucks With The Jesus

Let me tell you something, pendejo:

Thus far it seems that every lazy hipster is quick to compare The Big Pink to The Jesus and Mary Chain. It is my opinion that the equation is not complete without throwing The Jesus Lizard and Jesus Jones into the mix.

You heard it right here, right now, first.

Lily Allen: More Winehouse than Winehouse.

Think White Zombie with that headline. Um, anyway...









































Lily,

Gratuitous, ham-fisted self-deprecation and aneurysm inducing music aside, maybe you're not that bad after all.

I'm starting to think that you may be that obtrusively annoying theatre geek in high school that I secretly wished would talk to me. Your loss, obviously.


http://idolator.com/tunes/you-might-laugh%2C-you-might-frown/lily-allen-is-feeling-the-weight-of-the-world-on-the-top-of-her-head-273555.php

Hey, Idolator: Speaking of obtrusively annoying... Maybe you should make your URLs a little longer. Fuck's sake.

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Now THIS Is A Reunion

a.) No one is super old
b.) People still care
c.) All the members are back in the band

Fuck yeah.
In a year full of reunions,
the Verve have just nabbed my vote for Best Reunion of the Year.

Sex Toys...Now With Mold!

We're sure the editors at MSNBC weren't thinking about how this story on sex toys going green sounds vaguely mold friendly and icky.

Not to mention the mere existence of a Sexual Health section on MSNBC leads us humble readers to think their Secret Santa parties could be far more kinky than we would have liked to imagine! In fact, we previously assumed that MSNBC writers had the same reproductive characteristics as encephalopods, but still...yeah...

I don't want my sex toys going green on me. Ew.
Then again, I don' t have any.
I'm waiting 'til marriage and don't you tell my mama no different!

WWJD POR VIDA!

She Builds Quick Machines, Velvet Revolver make shitty music.

Are you guys serious? Really? God, the fucking Donnas rock harder than you. Think about that in the grand scheme of the universe for a second.

We're sorry that making records and videos gets in the way of picking out scarves and douchebag leather accessories sometimes, but fuck... Really?

We demand the immediate, unconditional surrender of your GNR credentials.