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”What T-Pain Sounds Like Without Auto-Tune: Not That Much Better Than Sasha Frere-Jones
While Sasha Frere-Jones sings worse than a season-premiere American Idol reject, the New Yorker music reviewer's voice sounds almost passable after plugging it into Auto-Tune, the standard industry post-production tool. According to Frere-Jones's interview with producer Tom Beaujour, pretty much every recording artist on the radio uses Auto-Tune in the studio. Of course rapper T-Pain cranked up the tuner to create a robotic vocal effect often misdubbed the "Vocoder." But without it he's just another flat-singing rapper, as shown by the YouTube video below. More »
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David Brooks Discovers "Dozens Of Niche Musical Genres Where There Used To Be This Thing Called Rock"
Friedman's oblivious egomania, Dowd's insouciance to basic norms of logical argument, Kristof's admirable ambulance chasing: all such other Times op-ed superpowers pale in comparison to David Brooks's truly awe-inspiring, magisterial laziness. Like a frat boy funneling a brew, he sits waiting for ideas to trickle down and, when he's had his fill, spits out a rank, frothy mess whose resemblance to last week's rank, frothy mess he takes as affirmative proof of his unfalsifiable claims about life and stuff. Today, he pretends to write about music. Why? More »
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Arcade Fire: We "Steal Quite Blatantly From Black People"
The mostly-Canadian collective Arcade Fire, reacting to a New Yorker article by Sasha Frere-Jones in which he claimed that "If there is a trace of soul, blues, reggae, or funk in Arcade Fire, it must be philosophical," has actually assembled an mp3 of bits that they have taken from the music of the blacks! It's sort of the most awesome thing they've ever done, though by our lights that isn't saying much.
The 'New Yorker' Dance Party: Surprisingly Dirty
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'New Yorker' Critic Needs Your Donations
Alert! Sasha Frere-Jones, the New Yorker's resident Justin Timberlake and Mariah Carey enthusiast, is also an amateur photographer, which you may know if you ever visit his website, where you will see photographs of such things as purple tulips, turkey sandwiches with a side of orange, and graffiti. But Sasha would like your help, for his external hard drive has failed, and he has lost "every photo taken between October 2003 and December 2005." To retrieve these photos, he needs $5,000. That's where you come in! More »
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BREAKING BREAKING BREAKING! Hot 'New Yorker' Festival ACTION ACTION ACTION
New Yorker Festival Tickets are on sale RIGHT NOW! Rush your ass over to Ticketmaster or risk being shut out of Sasha Frere-Jones' dance party! Do you really want to be the only one in your circle who doesn't see Bill Buford discuss pig butchery with Mario Batali? (Try not to shake Batali's hand; it may be catching.) And how could you pass up the opportunity to spend hours on a boat with Paul Goldberger and dozens of bald men wearing Danny Libeskind glasses? Once these tickets are gone, they're gone; hurry up and get them now. Oddly enough, this is not an advertisement. Consider it news you can use. More »Media Bubble: Katie Loves Her Uncle Walter
• Katie Couric to narrate PBS docu on Walter Cronkite. No one ever said she's not clever. [B&C]• Why does Bush likes to pick on the Times? Because of the Jews, of course. [SFChron]
• The New Yorker rock critic Sasha Frere-Jones wants to be a rocker, too. [LAWeekly]
• September VF will focus on fashion, be as fat as Vogue. [WWD]
Music Critic Catfight: Sasha Frere-Jones v. Nick Hornby
The New Yorker's wildman music critic Sasha Frere-Jones has called out New York Times op-ed music-lover Nick Hornby. Looks like he's going to kick Hornby's ass after school, by the bike racks:It turns out that the [NYT's] idea is not to find rockist crackers or closet bigots or plain old crabcakes who just wanna rail against music as it exists and operates now — the idea is to find people who are unable to hear music as it exists and operates now, and then ask them to write about it. And if you're looking for someone who can't confront or discern the present moment, there is no greater spokesbaldy than Nick "Mojo Magazine Invented Me In a Diabolical Laboratory And Now They Can't Kill Me" Hornby.More »



















