Wow. That was intense. And incredible. Those who survived FYF Fest this weekend in L.A. should be easy enough to spot: dusty clothes, compulsive head-bobbing, bleeding ears. The LA Weekly‘s West Coast Sound blog has been posting some solid roundups of what went down in the Los Angeles State Historic Park, kicked off by yours truly with this entry.
FYF through sunglasses (as most saw it)
Howdy there web friend. Things will be a little quieter around Funny Ha Ha for a little bit, as this blog’s sole author/editor is heading to Guatemala tomorrow morn. I’ve got a ton of fresh work dropping while I’m gone, starting with this somewhat unusual Dirty Projectors piece, Balls Deep In The R&B (via LA Weekly). I’ll attempt brief updates from time to time but all bets are off until my return. Fresh jungle air is calling…
Perhaps this is one for Helen Keller Services For The Blind? It seems a misguided and/or quite ingenious DC-area parent has come up with a plan to possibly scheme his/her son into having an extra-special birthday. That lucky son, who is set to turn 16, is evidently a huge fan of Lil Wayne. The thing is Wayne’s “schedule will not permit him to make it,” as the parent states in a Craiglist ad which calls for an impersonator. But here’s where it gets interesting:
“My son is blind so you do not need to look like the rapper just sound like him. I understand he grunts and mumbles a lot. I don’t care if you are 67 and Jewish if you can sing the songs you’re hired. Money is not an issue.”
The humble petitioner goes on to ask for video documentation of applicants’ best Weezy portrayal — “serious inquiries only,” of course. You can read the actual posting here as long as it’s available, and decide for yourself whether the parent plans on letting the birthday boy in on the plot. Thanks to Bomarr for the tip.
At this remarkably wee hour, having just turned in a feature about a seriously fantastic young talent named Nosaj Thing, it suddenly seems of the utmost importance to introduce you to this. Therein, you’ll find streaming audio and a download link for wallpaper.’s remix of Das Racist’s very not serious (but mighty fantastic) song “Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell.” Bump it.
I’m sure I’m not alone in admitting that I’m still recovering from three days spent soaking up desert sun and distortion. These things take time, and weaning, which is why I’d like to belatedly introduce my baby, Coachella Digital, Issue 1.
Still those clucking tongues: this is a real (digital) magazine. Goldenvoice knows better than to launch a publication that feels like a playbill, and they gave us more editorial freedom than I’ve experienced at some indie outfits.
In short, it’s an online/offline digital publication whose primary goal is to cover the culture of the modern music festival. It’s highly interactive, plenty literate, and features as much fresh talent as it does stories of those who operate behind the scenes.
It’s free for download here. Oh, and I’m the managing editor, which means I touch all the text.
Also, I blogged about the fest for LA Weekly here:
I have joined the blogosphere.
Chris Writes Things 