Week in Review: You Can’t Believe It


In the week that Jim Jones made musical theater history, we joined the campaign to win Dame Dash a Tony Award, or at least a Vogue feature.

T.I. continues to charm America; so, from beyond the grave, does ODB. AC/DC still have it, as do Quintron and Miss Pussycat. This new Jawbreaker band may or may not have it and we’re probably going to lose our minds trying to figure that out.

Anyway, say goodbye to the Michael Jordan doctrine, the fascist action hero and, according to Girl Talk, a good part of copyright law as it’s understood by the haters. And while we’re at this: Say goodbye to hugghh.

Still can’t believe this Justin Timberlake/T-Pain collaboration. Or 2666, for that matter.

Meanwhile, Ron English speaks from the deep past, Hank Jones, Jens Lekman, and Conor Oberst speak in the present, more or less, and Synecdoche, New York speaks from a universe that’s alternate to the one where the good movies reside.

Not to mention our regulars: Bones at MAD, Richard Gehr’s Pulp Fictions (this week: Kramers Ergot 7 and The Ganzfeld 7), and Everett True. Now seriously, where’s fluffy?