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    PAPA RACCOON vs John Mayer ;) Snuggies, Atheism and NYC FASHION WEEK

    Posted on February 21, 2010 at 11:59 PM

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    Listening to: Temper Trap -Sweet Disposition (on repeat), The Knife, Elliot Smith, Frank Sinatra, and Deftones. Also, while shopping in Whole Foods, my ears were gently raped by the most well-lubed and disturbingly smooth track of all time: Daughters by John Mayer. 

    HOLY SHIT I think I got my period.  I just winced and closed my eyes as my sperm count plummeted and my shopping cart seemed to turn on it’s own… magnetically guiding me towards the feminine hygiene aisle.

    Does a more emasculating song exist?

    It’s as if JM personally crawled out of the speaker wearing a silk diaper, tenderly carried me to his pink bedroom, put me into warm, soft pajamas, brushed my hair with one of those huge wooden brushes from the 70’s, and went down on me in my sleep. Like, when it’s over, you don’t really remember it, but you KNOW something wrong and shameful happened.

    It was like a 3-min 30-sec prostate exam… from a beautiful angel.

    Seriously, JM is talented, cool and funny as hell. -but as for Daughters... Guess what? James Taylor called on his rotary phone. He wants his vagina back.

    Watching: So weit die Füße tragen -As Far as My Feet Will Carry Me (2001), Flammen & Citronen -Flame and Citron (2008), Mongol (2007), Basketball Diaries (1995)

    Eating: Nothing at the moment. Lost my appetite (and $14) after the check-out lady at Midway Airport bistro informed me that the mozzarella balls in my Italian salad looked just like the eyeballs from the movie Wrong Turn III. Thanks, dick. I didn’t even know there was a Wrong Turn II.

    Drinking: Axia Alpha Estate (Greece), 1995 Chateau Montelena Cabernet (Napa) **** 

    Reading: Esquire mag.

    Wearing: The yes-i-did-just-escape-from-Belleveue-Psychiatric-thank-you-very-much outfit. Woman’s fur coat, cammo pants, giant knit cap, Nike’s and a home-made T-shirt that reads: Have you kissed an Atheist today?

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    Hello raccoons! Happy belated Valentines Day!

    I’m writing to you from The Hurt Locker (AKA Chicago)… Sitting in the children’s corner at a Caribou Coffee as it snows outside.

    I watched a rare sun rise in my snowglobe the other day.

    Typically, there isn’t a “sun rise” per se in Chicago… just a “slight brightening of the clouds” -as if someone, somewhere, controls the whole shit-stained sky with a dimmer switch. At 6:30 am it starts to change… from the color of used coffee grounds, to that of prison hinges, to that of an abandoned smoke stack, and finally to the color of a cement column in an ugly cemetery that no one visits.

    But then... I saw this:

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    n the past couple weeks I’ve been in California, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New Jersey and New York.

    Now is the time for me to retreat into my own personal witness protection program, where it’s ok to dress like an old baglady and smell like a ferret. -cos there’s a lot to be done in Kill Hannah Land.

    In the meantime, let me just address a couple things…

    -Regarding the ASK MAT advice column.. It will be back up and active again VERY soon! Lucy, elle, alex, sonia and magda, Jackie, redrose01, Hannah, hikari, e-nog, Frankie, lissa, krysten, la boum, etc… looking in depth at your questions in particular…

    -THANK YOU to Jackie and Amanda for the Robert frost poem and the Peter Pan figurine. It holds a distinguished place among my collection of useless but endearing artifacts. (my prized Napoleonic coin, dried dragonfly, broken crown broche, baby pine cone, fat skeleton, Oscar Wilde action figure, Yukon Cornelius boglehead, oversized faux diamond ring,  $2 bill, pipe and Sniper medallion)

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    Transcribing the notes in my pockets, let me attempt to recap the last 2 or 3 weeks, in my trademark half-baked baboon-brained non sequitur:

    -Still mourning the death of JD Salinger. If you haven’t already, I demand all Raccoons to read Catcher in the Rye. It’s #3 on the list of Most Banned books, so you know it’s good. All my best friends and band-mates are Holden Caulfields. 

    -I rode a Stairmaster for 5 minutes - tried in vain to find some middle ground between ‘mild, healthy, physical exertion” and “full blown panic attack” FAIL.

    This is frozen Newfound Lake in New Hampshire...

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    ...and this is my nephew doing some light reading at the airport.

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    This is the skull and crossbones he drew for me:

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    ...and this is the little munchkin who smoked me down the slopes

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    -I invented a word: Dopplegangbang.

    It can be used loosely.

    a) a group of people who all dress identically (Eg: Warped tour.)

    b) the act of engaging in an orgy with clones of yourself—which, at present, Kurzweilian prophesies aside, can only occur in theory. (In sick, sick, theory.)

    c) Metaphorically: it is the absolute apex of self-absorption and ego-mania. Eg someone who obviously WOULD sleep with themselves if they COULD. Therefore, a DopplegangbangER may refer to anyone who posts over-frequent, boring, and narcissistic updates on Facebook or Twitter (eg: “Mondays suck!").

    -I rediscovered a favorite vintage velvet blazer, and in the breast pocket were a couple old cocktail napkin notes to myself; One, replete with a detailed schematic for the invention of a telescopic fork (to better facilitate stealing food off other people’s plates, apparently) –and the other, for reasons lost to me now, was an adamant reminder to name my first son “Spy/Counterspy”. 

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    -I finally saw my first TV ad for the popular Snuggie !

    Now, I love bizarre kitsch as much as the next guy, but this is scary shit

    The Snuggie is essentially a blanket… but... (wait for it) ... it has sleeves.

    I guess it saves you the enormous strain of removing your blanket and putting it back on. The inventors of the Snuggie obviously foresee a time in the future, when all Americans will never have to leave their couches to enjoy every lazy-ass comfort imaginable. God forbid your WRISTS GET COLD when you use the remote control.

    A blanket. With SLEEVES. I get it. But if we are THAT lazy, then why stop there?? Why not just invent a blanket, with sleeves, made entirely of hamburgers? That way you can just eat your blanket, and when you’re done, push the Medalert button on the tag, and another will be delivered and wrapped around you. 

    The Snuggie symbolizes a new era in American lethargy… but from the perspective of salesmanship, it’s actually quite inspiring. Look, 20 million people have spent their hard-earned money on a blanket. With sleeves. Sooooo, the next time ANYONE dares tell you that YOUR idea is senseless, insulting, culturally obscene or futile, just smile and say, “Snuggie… Snuggie, motherfucker.”

    Snuggie ILLUMINATI:

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    New York City for Fashion Week was predictably fun, dangerous and godless. THANK YOU to Bradley for the crash pad... THANK YOU to Junior Sanchez for getting the whole crew together for a spectacular wedding in view of the skyline...  as well as the staff at Gramercy Park Hotel, Waverly Inn, Bowery Hotel, Standard Hotel, Norwood Club, Sing Sing, and all the friends who made it an unforgettable trip. 

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    Olympics have begun, and i have to say i'm most excited for the Men's Doubles Luge. Who parties the hardest at the Winter Games? Take a good guess.

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    ps: Photo Booth for Macs: as kind-of fun today as it was in 2007

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    OH and this. --a little narcotics retrospective.

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    RACCOON SOCIETY LIVE Q&A- The video footage

    Posted on February 12, 2010 at 11:31 AM

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    "This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn." -Bernard DeVoto 1948

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    Listening to: Pixies, Wave of Mutilation on repeat… fixated on the lyrics. “Cease to resist, giving my goodbye, crash my car into the ocean. You'll think I’m dead, but I sail away on a wave of mutilation.” In a bout of collegiate nostalgia, also, Magnetic Fields: Holiday and RIDE; Nowhere

    Eating: less and less. Mainly avocados and blueberries for breakfast and wine, Brea and sweet potatoes for dinner - - occasional high-end chic rations at Chateau Marmont -finally learned how to pronounce Gruyere cheese

    Wearing: True to my instinct for self-sabotage, I've allowed that SOHO gypsy contagion to infect me. –made a DYI T-shirt that reads, “I’m fine with water for now…” since I find myself saying that to waiters about 30x a week.

    Drinking: new rule; no adult libations before lunch... baby-steps towards normalcy. instead, coconut milk, black tea, and the like

    Reading: Trancend by Raymond Kurzweil, and a 2-year backlog of W magazines

    Watching (DVD): Tudors Season 1

    Watching (Youtube): Justin Timberlake Death Metal. 

    Hello Raccoons, and thank you for being so patient this past few weeks as we work towards launching the new and improved Raccoon Society 2.0.

    In the meantime, I have some very special clips for you.

    As most of you know, back in late December, on a stormy, unforgiving Saturday MORNING, we hosted the very first LIVE Raccoon Society Q&A at Angels and Kings in Chicago… The production was stripped down and raw… just a stage, a couple of microphones, and an unflattering bright light.

    -Though, with William Beckett (from The Acadamy Is… ) as my wingman, the experiment was a resounding success.

    (…unlike my facial hair experiment.. -the results of which, as you'll see, overshot my intended goal of “Bohemian Recluse” and landed somewhere in that unfortunate middle ground between “1849 California Gold Rush Prospector” and “1979 Windowless Rape Van Owner”)

    Until now, only those Raccoons brave enough to risk hypothermia and dementia that morning, (many of whom traveled from distant cities and countries), were able to witness the event… first hand.

    -TODAY, however, FUSE has kindly released the rough, uncut footage, to share with ALL of you… 

    THANK YOU again to William Beckett and all who participated. It was an unforgettable and rare experience for me, and i COULD NOT POSSIBLY be more PROUD of this community. 

    Stay Pale. Xoxo

    Raccoon Society Introduction

    Jealous Boyfriend

    Zombie Attacks!

    Suicidal Father

    Being Treated as a Kid

    In Love With Cousin

    Religious Views

    Mom Is Cheating

    Health Care

    Random Childhood Story

    Black Sheep Dad

    Where to Go for Pre-Med

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    INTERNET KILLED THE VIDEO STAR : Mat's TOP 5 music videos of ALL TIME

    Posted on February 2, 2010 at 09:00 AM

    Eating: Anything the chef at Blue13 puts in front of my paws

    Drinking: Acai/pomegranate elixir and Persian tea w raw ginger -in a vain attempt to detoxify and to outlive all my enemies,

    Hearing: NPR, Cure B-sides (This Twilight Garden, Halo, 2 Late, Harold and Joe) Ladyhawke My Delirium over and over and over

    Reading: The Perricone Promise by Nicholas Perricone, The Case Against God by George Smith, What Makes Sammy Run by Budd Schulberg

    Watching: Adventureland, Man vs. Wild Pacific Islands, Beautiful Losers

    Smelling: Saint by KatVonD

    Researching: Open air burning permits, flashpoints and other properties of various accelerants, flights to Cuba via Toronto, Alexander Pushkin, Military applications for weather manipulation, Notorious BIG lyrics, how to slice a mango

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    “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” -Jack Kerouac

    Hello from Ice Station Zebra (Chicago)

    This past week has been devoted mostly to concepts, logistics, legwork and prep for our upcoming video shoots…  We’ve agreed that this time, we have an obligation to destroy the common music industry paradigm to which we’ve always felt bound. (Eg: Select the single… Get budget approved… Collect various treatments from various directors… Make the safest choice for the most diplomatic reasons…. Don't risk the lives of those around you... Don't end up on the FBI Watch List again... Observe Child Labor laws.... Look COOL. )  Fuck. That.

    I’m embarrassed by the lack of originality and imagination that we and other bands have displayed over the past several years.  It’s tragic how predictable and formulaic most videos have become. -But I won’t keep blaming our sleepless tour schedule. I can’t blame the economy. I can’t blame the restrictions inherent to the major-label system. Not this time.

    We ‘artists’ have complained for years that video budgets have been shrinking faster than David Letterman’s bangs…. From $250k to $100k to $50k to $10k. In turn, bands, managers, A&R, fans and even once-prestigious award shows have slowly come to believe, and ALMOST accept, that artistic standards must surely degrade on an analogous curve.

    ARE WE ALL INSANE?

    Just THINK about what you can do with TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. There are hungry, young, innovative film students in every city who can CHANGE THE FUCKING WORLD with the money that most bands used to allot to CATERING.

    To make a point, as an experiment, I just spent 2 minutes rifling thru the YellowPages…

    I found:

    Fire-breathers: $125.

    Ambulance rental: $150.

    A MONKEY for $150.

    Then, I opened a newspaper to look for interesting events or locations to crash for FREE. I found:

    Chinese New Year Parade. Chinatown. There you go.

    OK. Chimps, pyro, samurais… granted it may sound a little Dadaistic, but already you have a concept more compelling than “Dance like a Jersey pig and run from paparazzi” – and THAT trite pitch won Britney Spears the MTV VIDEO OF THE YEAR 2008 for Piece of Me!

    Regardless of budgets, I truly hope that one day soon there will be a Music Video Renaissance. –a return to the doctrine of the Guilded Age of videos, the 80’s and early 90’s, when boundaries and limits will once again be tested and challenged. -When videos will elevate and intensify the emotional impact of beautiful songs. -When 'pop' and 'art' are no longer mutually exclusive–-When DIRECTORS, rather than PERFORMERS, will rightfully be making the acceptance speeches.

    In that spirit, i’d like to share my picks for TOP 5 MUSIC VIDEOS OF ALL TIME.

    (NOTE: I’ve excluded the mind-melting Trapped in the Closet by R. Kelly, because I consider that a ‘Saga,’ or a ‘Triumph of Music Cinema’ -and as such, it’s deserving of a rating classification all its own)


    #5. FEVER RAY When I Grow Up by Martin de Thurrah (2009)


    #4 SIGUR ROS Glosoli by Arni & Kinski (2002)


    #3. RADIOHEAD Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Jonathan Glazer (1996)
     

    #2. SMASHING PUMPKINS Tonight Tonight by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris (1996) 

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    1. A-HA Take On Me by Steve Barron (1985)


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