Jumped the Snark presents, with pleasure, the latest thoughts from Mr. Kieran Walsh:
They were shiny. They were round. After breaking the dorm room mirror I used one to comb my hair for an entire semester of college (true!)
And, now, suffice to say, they’re pretty much dead.
I’m referring, of course, to the Compact Disc.
Oh, you can still find them. Most of the big music stores are closed, of course. No more Tower Records. Alas, Sam Goody. Whither Virgin…
Yes, strictly speaking, CDs are still out there and, as long as what little I understand of economics still holds true in our increasingly bizarre post-TARP universe, they should be for a while.
But in terms of the popular imagination—in terms of being the de facto medium for pre-recorded music—the Compact Disc is history.
Read on: Kieran mourns the Compact Disc by mining thrift stores to put together the list of the Top Ten Used CDs.
A Guy Fieri Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives supercut. Or should we say EXTREME-cut? We should say EXTREME-cut. It’s everything you need to know about Guy Fieri in 1:16:
So having watched that, what do you think? Did we nail it?
We nailed it.
(just a regular Thursday night, btw)
Last decade I wrote semi-extensively about Guy Fieri and his Food & Rock’n’Roll Road Show, an extreme food, drink and music extravaganza. So imagine my excitement a couple months back when my brother called to tell me that he had tickets to that very show that very Thursday. Oh the delight! I’d finally get to see Guy Fieri live and “in concert.” I mean, the guy had been stalking me, so it only seemed fitting that I should see him as he righteously rolled through Los Angeles. So, then, imagine my disappointment when I found out my brother was actually calling to ask if I could babysit so he and his wife could attend the fiesta. A dream deferred.
All wasn’t lost, however, because as a thank you my brother gave me his signed copy of More Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives: A Drop-top Culinary Cruise Through America’s Finest and Funkiest Joints (and, I guess, he really had no need for two signed copies of More Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives: A Drop-top Culinary Cruise Through America’s Finest and Funkiest Joints). It wasn’t the same as seeing Fieri in person, the spotlight glistening off his backwards sunglasses and bleached spikes, but it was a nice token. A little piece of Fieri to hold onto forever. Yes, most certainly off da hook.
And that’s not all. They even captured video of the party, some of which I managed to hijack. So if you were curious about that 25 gallon margarita machine, or wondering how literal Fieri’s song choice would be, your prayers have been answered:
Video after the jump. And…a second chance???
Food + Rock + 25 Gallon Margarita Machine + DJ = Guy Fieri Road Show!
Finally (!) more details have emerged about the Guy Fieri Road Show, where Food Meets Rock (again, finally!!!). In a Q&A with the LA Times Mr. Fieri answers all our burning questions about this unique concert/cooking experience. In talking about the origins of the show, Fieri thought “What if we take a cooking demonstration and fortify it with a lot of good music?. . . . Drive it to the next level?” And here, this whole time, I thought the idea is to fortify cooking with unique flavor profiles, or at least some essential vitamins and minerals. The good news? Fieri says that the show will be “everything they won’t let me do on TV,” which we presume means that he’ll now be allowed to wear his sunglasses properly and put on a pair of pants.
Gets even better! Want the chance to try a margarita made in a 6 ft, 25 gal mixer? How about the opportunity to sample The “Bomb” Calamari or “Maui Onion Straws?” Want to sit closer to the DJ who will be playing “everything from old school rock ‘n’ roll to theme-oriented stuff?” Well, for $250 you can sit on the stage and have your dream come true!
I can’t even escape him at the coffee shop. I walk out of the bathroom and there he is, taunting me from the bulletin board.
Fine, Fieri. I’ll go. Now will you stop???
Notice how the poster explicitly states the show is a fusion of Food and Rock. Finally!
(Oh, and speaking of the coffee shop, I’m afraid I’m going to start hanging out all day making Cinammon Milk. Totally not extreme.)