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Taco the Town: Keys N Krates 0

Posted on February 17, 2010 by jeremyazevedo

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Toronto’s hottest “Live Remixing” trio on music, tacos, DJ culture and GILFs!

Welcome to “Taco the Town”, the most delicious interview show on the Interwebs!

Because our studio is still a smoldering pile of ashes after our failed attempt to build a working volcano for the inter-office science fair, we’ll be talking to famous musicians, authors, comedians, weather-predicting groundhogs, actors, “exotic dancers” and life-size, 3-dimensional smurf people in the one place that everyone can agree on: The Taco Stand!

Today we’ll be talking to Keys N Krates, the Canada Land hipster band responsible for bringing the term “Live Remixing” into the vocabulary of music fans around the globe. DJ Jr Flo, Matisse and Tune were kind enough to eat tacos with us and discuss such hard-hitting subjects as the Candian health care system, reconfiguring our perception of what a live band is or should be, and how famous you have to be to f**k Paris Hilton! Check it all out right here, exclusively on CraveOnline!

David Cross: I Drink For A Reason 0

Posted on October 26, 2009 by jeremyazevedo

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Mr. Show and Arrested Development star’s literary debut


By Jeremy Azevedo
David Cross is one of the more subversive comics performing today. His act, despite accusations of being “lefty” and “P.C.” by faux-blue collar comedian “Larry the Cable Guy”, is really anything but.

It’s easy to call Cross “Left wing” because he doesn’t pander to the lowest common denominator, or because he’s suspicious of virtually everything. Really though, he’s just not a joiner. And having read his book, “I Drink For A Reason”, I can safely say that he most likely has as much (if not more) disdain for hippies as he does for republican conservatives. After a certain point, though, you have to wonder how he came to view himself as being so goddamn superior. It would almost grow tiresome if it weren’t also consistently hilarious.

At 45 years old, Cross is essentially the original, proto-hipster: Anti-everything and yet always on the front lines of nearly every cultural shift. Most comics would’ve given up on the whole “cutting edge” bit and started making children’s movies by now. (Eh… David Cross sort of does that too… When he’s not already too busy being awesome in Arrested Development, Wonder Showzen and virtually every animated series on Adult Swim!) I can imagine that the pressure to always be “cool” and to also live up to his own personal standard of being completely infallible when it comes to crass-consumerism, ego and musical taste must be exhausting. And yet he soldiers on, taking down everything from Urban Outfitters and “top ten lists” to Jim Belushi and patriotism. Not even scrapbooking is safe from his unerring stream of ridicule. (Although between you and me, scrapbooking had it comin’.)

This is sort of my favorite thing about David Cross and comics like him. He gets into arguments with entertainers that take the easy road and play to Middle America’s insatiable lust for fart jokes. And then he writes fart jokes of his own, but addresses them to an audience that considers itself “highbrow” and enjoys the aforementioned fart jokes “ironically”. Where one comic might play the “aw shucks, tell-it-like-it-is” game with the audience and point out a shared stupidity, David Cross instead chooses to stand on a platform and point out that the audience is itself stupid. And yet he still gets the laughs without having to pretend that he himself is part of the “problem”. This is the quality that I think makes him a superior comedian.

His body of work speaks for itself: David Cross is routinely great in most everything he does. Meanwhile, he gets to act like an over-educated and under-stimulated asshole and get away with it at every turn. It’s something that I suspect creative types really respond to, and may be why there is a bit of disconnect between how he is received by critics and how he is received by the public. The brutality with which he rips on The American Way Of Life requires a more sophisticate palette than most casual observers are likely to have. Conversely, those of us that find humor in the things that other people are passionately serious about will have a great time reading “I Drink For A Reason” and laughing at the absurdity of ourselves, and our neighbors, along with David.

If you enjoy David Cross’s stand-up, you’ll certainly also enjoy this book. It basically amounts to a comedy album in written form. It’s one of those books that are great to leave on your kitchen or coffee table and read a chapter over breakfast, or while taking a dump (or both at the same time, if that’s what you’re into). There’s even some great callback, like when Cross writes the “Magic Christian” inspired “I Think Rich People Are Boring”, and then later revisits the concept in “Sitting On A Pole Trying To Win Some Money”. Some of these articles are just lists, which is funny because he has a chapter later in the book making fun of lists. There isn’t much in the way of deeply personal anecdotes, but then, this isn’t a memoir, and Cross is sort of too successful to have any really great crybaby stories about living in squalor or giving truck stop hand-jobs to feed his kids like J.K. Rowling or Chelsea Handler (who doesn’t have kids that I am aware of and probably does that sort of thing just for fun, I’m guessing).

I award “I Drink For A Reason” 8 out of 10 Unicorns Fighting A Robot Dolphin:

+2 If you think “Arrested Development” was the best comedy ever on television
+1 If you think “Arrested Development” was the second best comedy ever on television, after “Married With Children”
-2 If you know you’re a redneck when… (Fill in the blank with some dumbass remark about incest or trucks or something)

For more information on the book, please visit IDrinkForAReason.com

Additionally, do yourself a favor and check out David Cross in the ultimate pwnage of blue collar “humor” on WonderShowzen’s classic “Horse Apples” episode. You won’t be sorry.

Taco The Town: Sean Bones 0

Posted on July 22, 2009 by jeremyazevedo

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Sean Bones on reggae, tacos and hipsters!

Welcome to “Taco the Town”, the most delicious interview show on the Interwebs!

Because we accidentally demolished our studio during a super-intense game of “Fireball Island” that got a little out of control, we’ll be talking to famous musicians, authors, robots, ninjas, robot ninjas, actors and models in the one place that everyone can agree on: The Taco Stand!

Today we’ll be talking to hipster reggae rock band Sean Bones, a broup that started as a seasonal swimwear line and became the band that elitist record shop clerks and a handful of journalists at Pitchfork know and love today! Sean Bones joined us for tacos in sunny Echo Park to discuss their new album, “Rings”, Sean’s movie “Wah Do Dem”, how they got into reggae in the first place and whether or not Norah Jones wears her Grammys around her neck like Flavor Flav wears clocks. Check it all out right here, exclusively on CraveOnline!

Empire of the Sun: Walking on a Dream 4

Posted on May 12, 2009 by jeremyazevedo

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I judge a CD by its cover

So I got this unsolicited CD in the mail the other day, and it has pretty much the single most bitchen’ cover I’ve seen in over 9,000 days… It looks kind of like the 1984 “Dune” movie poster, only from an alternate universe in which the film starred Siegfried and Roy instead of Kyle MacLachlan and Sting.

The band is called “Empire of the Sun”, and they are apparently enjoyed by Australians and by people that discover bands by watching iPod commercials. Which may or may not even be the same thing, I don’t know. I’m not a statistician. But what I do know is that every time I attempt to listen to this album, I immediately began to lose focus, drift off and stare into space. Which is dangerous because I’m usually listening in my car. But I’d hate to see this album got to waste just because the music is boring, hipster-douchebag, electronic vaginal discharge, on account of the fact that the full color booklet that comes with it is really quite enjoyable!

So, instead of reviewing this as an album with attractive packaging that I didn’t look at, I’ll instead review it as attractive packaging that happened to come with a CD that I didn’t listen to. Additionally, I will refer to the colorful scans that I have made from the CD booklet as “tracks” so as not to deviate too far from the established formula. Enjoy!

Track 1: Standing on the Shore/Walking on a Dream

This track, while a little on the purple side, does a great job of conveying the simple fact that space fish are like the total opposite of regular fish. They swim in the sky! To the right, there appears to be some sort of anime version of a Native American or a tree person coming out of a sun or an egg (maybe both?) This Native Tree person is making direct eye contact with the viewer as if to say, “Hi there. Do you like tacos? Where I’m from, tacos grow on treeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” (It’s up to you to decide whether you actually belive that or not. It would be pretty awesome though, amirite?)

Track 2: Half Mast/We Are the People

Next we have a track that is obviously about the Great Bird Deity, the honorable and terrible Lord Kromdor. Once a year, Lord Kromdor demands sacrifices of those delicious pretzels that have peanut butter on the inside of them, delivered by three sacred maidens wearing the sleep masks that have eyes drawn on the outside of them (for they may not gaze directly at his beaky visage). In exchange for this tasty treat, Lord Kromdor grants peace and prosperity to his subjects. Should they ever forget or just choose to keep all the pretzels to themselves, Lord Kromdor will visit his wrath upon them with a mighty pecking that will shake their crappy ass city to it’s foundation. Lord Kromdor doesn’t mess around, man. Believe that.

Track 3: Delta Bay/Country

Here’s an interesting track about the 1st ever, 7th annual “Leonardo Da Vinci Kite Flying and Human Botany Sex Crime Competition and Exhibition”. Participants are invited to compete in kite races, genetic ethics debates and hot dog eating contests. The winners each receive an all-expense paid trip to Euro Disneyland, even though I’m pretty sure it’s gotta be closed by now. The winners will also receive flashlights, wire cutters and a grapping hook just in case that turns out to be true.
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Pride Clothing 0

Posted on February 24, 2009 by jeremyazevedo

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Because ironically liking something is so last year


By Moses Amadeus
As much as I routinely dislike hipsters and joiners of any kind, I have always held a soft spot in my heart for native Los Angelians… Those throwback hood-rats with their pseudo hip-hop/cholo/glam rock fashion sense and their barely believable but incredibly earnest tough-guy/girl attitudes.

There are a couple of reasons for this stay of execution: Most importantly, there has never been any shortage of people talking shit on LA because it is, admittedly, a dream-crusher and they are so full of fail. But it’s refreshing to find that some people actually:

A. Like it here and
B. Aren’t afraid to wear a donkey rope in public.

You’ve probably seen lots of people that look like they might be famous (but probably aren’t) sporting those “LA Pride” shirts and hoodies, but didn’t know where they got them and were too ambivalent to ask. I don’t blame you. But lucky for you (unless you live in the Bay Area or New York or Japan or something in which case you probably couldn’t care less) I can tell you on good authority that they come from Pride Clothing.

If you like wearing bandanas when you’re not even camping, letters written in Old English, chicks that wear enormous hoop earrings and LA, check out showsomepride.com, read their blog, check out their online shop, or just send them pictures of yourself that will no doubt end up on hotchickwithdouchebags at some point in your near future.

Here’s some examples of cool shit from their site, and a couple of pics of some chick in a Pride bikini, because I am a perv and so are you:



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