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Feature
Chicago Tribune
June 9, 2006

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Like many filmmakers, David Zeiger was inspired by the Iraq War. Between the questionable battlefield buildup and the current drawn-out conflict, Zeiger was driven to show how American soldiers cope when they’re sent to fight in a war that much of the public–and some of the soldiers themselves–consider unjust. The result is his documentary “Sir! No Sir!”

“The door was opening for this, and the need was there for this story to be told,” he said. “I knew I had to make the film.”

But “Sir! No Sir!,” which opens in Chicago Friday, doesn’t even mention Iraq. The film documents the unprecedented rise of the grassroots anti-war movement within the military during Vietnam–one that spawned protests, dozens of underground newspapers and a string of anti-war coffeehouses at army bases around the country. Since today’s soldiers in Iraq face repeated tours of duty fighting in a war that’s losing public support, the film is nothing if not relevant.
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XLR8R
August 2006
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“When I got involved doing this stuff I never imagined that, 25 years later, we’d still be doing this,” says Corey Rusk, owner of influential Chicago imprint Touch and Go. The label, which celebrates its 25th anniversary in September, was started in late 1980; named after a Michigan music fanzine, its first release was a four-song 7″ by Rusk’s punk band, The Necros. The outfit slowly expanded, releasing other Midwest hardcore bands like The Meatmen, Negative Approach, and Big Black while Rusk gained extra experience running an all-ages club in Detroit during the mid-’80s called The Graystone, booking seminal bands like Black Flag and The Minutemen.

T&G remains true to punk’s ethic–and continues to offer artists an impressive 50/50 profit split–but has surprised everyone in recent years with a roster that includes Jesus Lizard, Slint, Blonde Redhead, !!!, Supersystem, and TV on the Radio. Rusk’s clearly got reason to celebrate, and if you’re in the Windy City you should join him. The label is throwing a weekend-long anniversary and block party at Chicago venue The Hideout from September 8-10, 2006, featuring 25 current and former label acts including Shellac, Ted Leo & the Pharmacists, and Scratch Acid.

Feature
Playboy.com
January 2006
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In the thick of the playoffs, the first World Series of Beer Pong was a cross between March Madness and a frat party, with the stink of cheap beer and testosterone flooding the nondescript convention center.

“It’s a pleasure to be around all these great athletes with swollen livers and steady hands,” commented Chris Cobb, a 29-year-old South Carolina paramedic and a member of the APA Boozehounds.

Flashing breasts, flapping frankfurters and the steady splash of ping-pong balls sinking into cups of low-cost brew: This was the first World Series of Beer Pong, held over three days in early January in Mesquite, Nevada, 80 miles northeast of Vegas. Played out on 14 custom tables set up at the Oasis Resort Casino, the event brought together 82 teams of (mostly) mid-twentysomethings from across the U.S. and Canada in pursuit of a $10,000 prize and North American Beer Pong championship bragging rights.

Beer Pong, a college party staple also known as “Beirut,” is a simple game. Pairs of players face off against each other across a long table, with each team arranging a set of beer-filled cups on its end. Shooters take turns trying to toss a ping-pong ball into an opposing team’s cup. Players must drink when a ball lands in their team’s cup. Whichever team sinks shots into all the opponents’ cups first, wins.

Defense wins championships; it’s a maxim applied to almost every team sport. So it made sense that defense was on the minds of many of the 164 players. Their strategies, however, weren’t lifted from any standard playbook.

“I’m total defense,” said Wesley Jowitt, a 23-year-old member of Hemogoblins, a team from Christopher Newport University in Virginia. “I shaved my head in defense.”
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Feature
Playboy.com
April 2006
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You’ve been sitting in those same lame nosebleed seats at the ballpark since you were a T-baller. Maybe it’s time to improve your game and lounge for nine innings in style. If you’re looking for an amazingly posh place to watch a Major League game, many franchises have upscale options. Fueled by corporate sponsorships and a construction boom, big league parks have become bigger, grander and more luxurious. Today’s high-end suites offer special ticket packages that make guests feel almost as pampered as the players. Want to hang out with a Hall of Famer or trade in your hot dog for some haute cuisine? These are our picks for baseball’s best seats, available to anyone willing to part with some serious dough.

Boston Red Sox – Fenway Park – Legends Suite – Cost $15,00 a game plus catering
Few teams in baseball have fans as devoted and a history as rich as the Red Sox, a ball club that surmounted a seemingly insurmountable curse to star in one of sports’ greatest comebacks. There’s no way to experience the full extent of Red Sox mania in one game, but one day with the Legends Suite package will go a long way. On game day, you and up to 19 friends get a behind-the-scenes tour of historic Fenway Park, complete with a keepsake group photo in front of the historic Green Monster in left field. During the game, a Red Sox legend like right fielder Dwight Evans or Triple Crown winner Carl Yastrzemski stops by your private luxury suite to talk baseball, take pictures and autograph a few balls. As the game progresses, you can dine on slow-roasted beef tenderloin and take a trip to the top of the Green Monster, where you and your friends have four reserved seats. You can even upgrade and reserve an open bar and bartender for $800 and enjoy top shelf drinks like Glenfiddich 12-year Single Malt Scotch. Thankfully for Yankees pitchers, this suite is nowhere near their bullpen.
Call (617) 267-9440 for more information.
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Review
XLR8R
July 2006
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Vancouver’s Douglas Coupland defined youth in the early ’90s with works like Generation X and Shampoo Planet, coaxing deeper meanings from a tech-obsessed generation’s collective neuroses. Nearly 15 years later, Coupland faces the question: Will he become obsolete, or merely retro, like some adored but aging game console from childhood?

The author’s latest, JPod (Bloomsbury; hardcover, $24), clearly challenges his ability to stay current. A self-proclaimed update on Microserfs, Coupland’s 1995 look at computer-industry drones, JPod revisits familiar themes, chronicling six 20-something videogame coders looking for spiritual nourishment while building a corporate-controlled skateboarding game.

In many ways, it’s information overload. Never missing a chance to riff on trends and technology, the author relishes the chance to intelligently toy with marijuana co-ops, fast-food mascots, Chinese industry, and even Douglas Coupland, inserting a slightly sadistic take on himself–Charlie Kaufmann-style–into the novel. In an interview on the official Jpod website, he claims the self-inclusion is his response to Google and online archives that won’t disappear. But the whole novel reads like a response from an all-powerful search engine–it’s a set of searchword-connected storylines that cover exceptional amounts of cultural ground with very little depth. It all seems rushed and slightly shallow–then again, maybe that is the cultural zeitgeist, something Coupland has always captured.

Feature
Chicago Tribune
July 16, 2006

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It seems as though there has never been more attention, airplay or talent agents focused on Chicago hip-hop music than there is now. Once maligned for being the biggest urban center in the country with the fewest marquee rappers — none for much of the ’80s and ’90s — the Windy City now claims Common and Kanye West as homegrown talent, with buzzed-about local rappers such as Lupe Fiasco expected to soon follow in their footsteps.

But the city’s current crop of MCs didn’t emerge suddenly in a cultural vacuum. A diverse array of graffiti artists, breakdancers, activists, writers, rappers and producers has existed in Chicago for decades, coming together to form a hip-hop scene that rivals anything on the coasts.

Here are some facts that shed light on the lesser-known aspects of Chicago’s hip-hop community.

NATIVE SONS AND DAUGHTERS: Kanye West isn’t the only Chicago native who found hip-hop fame elsewhere. Chali 2na (Charles Stewart), the bass-heavy vocalist of L.A.-based rap group Jurassic 5, was born here in 1971. And he hasn’t lost sight of his roots, having collaborated with Chicago-area talent such as Ang13 on the track “Chicagorillas” from his “Fish Market” solo mix tape. And Shawna, an R&B vocalist and frequent Ludacris collaborator, was part of a local group called Infamous Syndicate. Also Chicago-born is Boots Riley, the politically charged rapper who fronts the Oakland group the Coup.

West’s early education: According to many local DJs, he earned his first big production credit on an album called “Down to Earth,” the 1996 Correct Records debut from local rapper Grav. Eight of the tracks are credited to simply “Kanye,” and some, such as “Sick Thoughts,” include turntable scratches from DJ Nu-Mark, then owner of the now-defunct label and current DJ for Jurassic 5.

According to legendary DJ JP Chill of WHPK-FM 88.5, the University of Chicago’s radio station, some of West’s first rhymes were recorded as part of a group called the Go-Getters, which released a modest local hit in the early ’90s called “Oh, Oh, Oh.” At one point, West even battled Common on his way up. A freestyle rap battle between the two friends, recorded at the WHPK studio in the early ’90s, has resurfaced on a variety of mix tapes.

THE FRIENDLY GHOST: According to most hip-hop heads, the first Chicago single pressed to vinyl belongs to Casper, who released the “Groovy Ghost Show” 12-inch in 1980. Produced by Dr. Groove, recorded at Sky Hero Productions in Chicago and released on now- defunct California disco label AVI Records, the dance floor- infected single is the city’s first recorded contribution to hip- hop.
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Interview
XLR8R
July 2006
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Emil Nikolaisen–the guitarist, lead singer, and songwriter of Norwegian rock band Serena Maneesh–talks about writing songs like the late Hunter S. Thompson talked about lost weekends in Vegas. This isn’t a pharmacological comparison by any means. It’s just that Nikolaisen channels pure passion when music is the subject at hand; he aggressively, almost breathlessly, gushes that he wants to make music that challenges preconceived notions of pop and rock.

“There are so many ways to let a tone or melody shine through,” he says. “Every song should have a personality and an upbringing. They’re like kids.”

The kids, certainly, are alright. Nikolaisen’s verbal excitement hints at the raucous, unhinged sound Serena-Maneesh creates on stage, with sets of songs that sound like gilded My Bloody Valentine-style sonic structures being demolished by the macho rage of The Stooges. At their March show at Chicago’s Empty Bottle, the group dropped into a trance and Nikolaisen followed suit, his thin frame contorting and channeling feedback like a Norse Jimi Hendrix. Surrounded by fog belched from a smoke machine, his left arm, wrapped in a swirling snake tattoo, shook the electric guitar’s fretboard while his right hand unleashed warm waves of fuzz. “Every night we play is a new story,” he says. “On stage, we’re a psychedelic band of gypsies.”
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Interview
Playboy.com
May 2006

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As ESPN readied Monday Night Football before this summer’s cable premiere, the network brass decided to record a new version of the iconic theme song, a program staple since 1989. They assembled a musical dream team for the session, including Little Richard, Aerosmith ax-slinger Joe Perry and Bernie Worrell and Bootsy Collins from Parliament Funkadelic, all larger-than-life instrumental superstars. Ahmir Thompson, better known as Questlove of the Roots, filled the drummer’s chair.

“That was the zaniest experience I’ve ever had,” said Questlove. “It was cool to be chosen, plus the organizer was Little Steven. It took everything in me not to ask him about the last eight episodes of The Sopranos.”

Large, jovial and blessed with a towering Afro, Questlove comes off as humble and friendly, launching into epic stories at a moment’s notice. He could be called an average go-to guy if he didn’t play that role for many of the biggest names in music and entertainment. He’s produced albums by Common and D’Angelo. He’s worked with Erykah Badu and Christina Aguilera. Dave Chappelle tapped him to be music director for his groundbreaking comedy show and movie, and when rap mogul Jay-Z staged a live performance of his Reasonable Doubt album at Radio City Music Hall this summer, Questlove was there directing the show. But, as Questlove would be the first to point out, these are side projects. His main role is the drummer — or, as he sometimes says, traffic director — for the Roots.

The Roots began when Questlove met Tariq Trotter, better known as the rapper Black Thought, in 1987 at the Philadelphia High School for the Creative and Performing Arts. Their first appearance was a Valentine’s Day talent show where they lost to future members of Boyz II Men. Refining their unique take on live hip-hop by staging impromptu shows on Philadelphia street corners, the duo grew to a full-size band and was eventually scouted out and signed to Geffen, beginning a career filled with critical, if not exactly commercial, success. As tight as the major touring funk groups of the past, the Roots are repeatedly praised as the world’s best hip-hop band, often ending shows with free-flowing jams. Rolling Stone’s Touré went so far as to write that the group is “so important to the overall well-being of hip-hop, if they did not exist, we would have to invent them.”

Though often lumped with other underground hip-hop groups because they eschew lyrics about bling, bitches and drug dealing, the Roots resist such easy stereotyping. Constantly reinventing themselves for each album, the group took a creative leap with its new album Game Theory. The first on the new Def Jam Left imprint, it’s a dark, introspective and political opus that contains some of their best work. Speaking over the phone from a hotel room in St. Louis during a break in the Roots’ recent tour, Questlove talked to Playboy.com about the band’s experiences with Katrina, how a few seconds of music changed Chappelle’s Show forever and the joys of breakfast with Prince.

Playboy.com: Do you think hip-hop’s reaction to Hurricane Katrina was as big as people expected? Were enough people speaking out about it?
Questlove: To really get political, you need to set yourself apart from capitalism. That’s why people get leery when Bono comes around with his agenda. I find it disheartening that entertainers have more power than politicians or parents. But at the end of the day, most artists don’t want to fuck up a good thing by rocking the boat. I personally can’t afford to rock the boat. I don’t have a yacht yet. There’s no boat for me to rock.
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Interview
XLR8R
April 2006
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In 1968, Hugh Masekela experienced what some would consider a career apex. The South African trumpet and flugelhorn player came to the US in 1961 to study at the Manhattan School of Music. Seven years later, his single “Grazing in the Grass,” which eventually sold four million copies, hit number one in the charts. But he wasn’t completely thrilled.

“Being an anti-establishment person, that didn’t really intrigue me that much,” he says. “I thought [the label execs] were fucking squares and exploitative.”

Masekela was only moved by one thing: honest, soulful music. His passion took him around the world, propelling into business as one of the founders of the influential independent label, Chisa. Masekela lived like a rock star–he received a trumpet in the mail from Louis Armstrong when he was 17, Miles Davis gave him career advice when he was gigging in New York in the ’60s, and he got along “like a brother” with Afro-beat legend Fela Kuti–but none of it really got to his head. “Musicians are ordinary people,” says Masekela. “They eat, they play, they shit.”

What moved this firebrand was music, especially the under-appreciated rhythms of Africa, and they led him to start Chisa (Swahili for “hot” or “burning”) in 1966. As the powerful new compilation of never-before-heard gems, The Chisa Years 1965-1975 (Rare and Unreleased) (BBE), demonstrates, this artist-run label pushed passionate new music forward. Years before world music became a bland marketing term, Masekela and Chisa were fusing genres, capturing the raw sound of funk, Afro-beat, jazz, and South African rhythms. “I love all kinds of music,” he says. “I’ve loved it since I was a child, and children don’t categorize. I still don’t categorize.”
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XLR8R
April 2006
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Anybody with a healthy nightlife has endured serious (and unnecessary) scrutiny while entering a club, whether it’s undergoing a popularity contest to pass through the velvet ropes or the rough security checks at crowded concerts. But a new security system being introduced this year adds a computerized–some would say creepy–edge to the typical screening process.

Enter BioBouncer, a state-of-the-art security system and “electronic face book,” according to Jeff Dussich, the founder of JAD Communications and Security, a New York-based company that’s developing and marketing the technology. A system of unobtrusive cameras that uses 2D and 3D facial-recognition technology to identify unwanted or troublesome customers, BioBouncer, which costs roughly $7500 (plus monthly licensing fees), is meant to be an electronic savior that helps high-traffic bars and clubs become safer and more secure.
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