<![CDATA[Gawker: punks]]> http://cache.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: punks]]> http://gawker.com/tag/punks http://gawker.com/tag/punks <![CDATA[ John Mayer's Future Is Not In Broadcasting ]]> johnmayer.jpegJohn Mayer: some of us believe the crappy emo singer and blogger should take his guitar and go play in traffic; others believe he is hot, and therefore not that bad. But one thing we can all agree on is that he should not be a sports announcer. The evidence? This minute-long clip of him, for some reason, announcing a preseason baseball game in Tokyo. Which makes about as much sense as him supporting Ron Paul. Below, the video of Mayer's analysis of all sports occurrences: "Aaaaand, that happened!"

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Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:19:03 EDT Hamilton Nolan http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=373625&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Oscar Batori's Image: Skinny Punk ]]> oscarbatori3.jpegOscar Batori is the 21 year-old "image director" (*snort*) on the Meatpacking district club circuit profiled by the Times yesterday. His job, apparently, is to go to clubs, convince other rich, good looking people to go to clubs, and wear extremely expensive clothing. A $1,500 Gucci overcoat! A $1,000 Prada coat! He does this while simultaneously talking lots of shit about those around him: a guy in a diner is the biggest loser in the world, a fellow model wrangler is "small time," he can't stand bookworms. The mystifying part is that Oscar Batori continues to engage in his reckless coat-wearing, mouth-running, and media-whoring without comeuppance, despite being, quite simply, a skinny ass punk. As these modeling shots of him will attest:

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Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:14:00 EST Hamilton Nolan http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=355038&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ 'Punk Houses' For Yuppies ]]> punkhouse.jpgPunk houses have finally been classed up and commodified! Not only in a book of fancy photos by a SELL-OUT 29-year-old artist who documented life in 42 punk houses for purchase and prominent display on your fancy mahogany coffee table in your comfortable, single-family home or apartment full of professionals found on Craigslist, but also in a lengthy Times "Home & Garden" section plug of said book, which will help explain the entire concept to your grandmother. We were going to follow that with a representative, forehead-slapping line, but an entire paragraph jumped out at us as too hilarious to break up, so we'll just stick the whole thing after the jump (Ron Paul).

The punk house is a curious and sometimes beautiful habitat, the expression of a music scene and do-it-yourself culture that went underground decades ago, in an attempt to opt out of just about everything that smacked of the mainstream: cities, clubs, bars, alcohol, processed foods, agribusiness and the record companies, for example, not to mention all media larger than a photocopied zine. With its roots in old-fashioned counterculture communes (like Findhorn in Scotland, but really messy, and with a thrash-hardcore beat), the punk house is a multifunctional dwelling: typically a place for like-minded males in their 20's to live and to make and hear music. This is not to say that there aren't all-female punk houses (there are) or ones with girls living among the boys. As with punk itself, the punk house eludes a tidy definition. "Punk Is (Whatever We Made It To Be)" is the title of a song from the Minutemen, a punk band in the early '80s.

Also Thurston Moore was once sneered at in a Minneapolis punk house for wearing "a nice winter parka."

Anarchy Rules: The Dishes Stay Dirty [NYT]

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Thu, 03 Jan 2008 13:57:06 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=340139&view=rss&microfeed=true