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My uncles were in the military so they used to get stuff from all around the world. I remember my uncles came back with Too $hort. They were my idols and I used to love what they were doing. Being in the military, they were still some street cats, too. My Uncle Trick and I just thought [Too $hort’s music] was the most fascinating thing ever, [raps] “Cuss words, just let ‘em flow, motherf*ck*n' sh*t b*tch god damn *ssh*l*.” It was the most filthiest mouth I ever heard. I was only like 10 years old, but I was like, “Okay, I’m f*ck*ng with him.” That’s what brought me and Dre [André 3000] together, our taste in music. We was and still are on Too $hort. We liked everything from Tribe to Leaders of the New School. [My favorite Too $hort album] gotta be that Life Is … Too $hort because it was the hardest one. That was the first one that I got introduced to. The beats and all the sh*t he was talkin’ about was for real from the whole Bay Area and how he came up. He was just so cool, like, “Damn, that’s a motherf*ck*r that I want a ride home from school with.” That’s an O.G. cat that’ll sit there and smoke a j with you and say some new sh*t.Devin the Dude on Slick Rick
I’ve recently come to two conclusions about potential future vice president Sarah Palin. The first is that I believe her to be the beast prophecized about in the book of revelation, the unholy one, the destroyer. The second thing I’ve decided is that despite the fact that she may be the harbinger of the end times, I’d still totally let her soak it up. It’s kind of like that Roman Polanski movie, The 9th Gate where Johnny Depp Bangs the devil in chick form as he rides through the gates of Hell, only slightly less attractive and twice as bespectacled. Call me crazy but if the devil isn’t your number one lay, she’s got to at least make the top 5. The main reason I think that Governor Palin is the daughter of perdition is because I’m mildly obsessed with the apocalypse. Some of my favorite books, Stephen King’s The Stand, Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, Don DeLillo’s White Noise, are set in the end times or post apocalyptic America. Mel Gibson’s Apocalypto is my favorite Mel Gibson film. I know it doesn’t really have to deal with the apocalypse and I know you liked Braveheart better but Jaguar Paw would straight up murder William Wallace and then eat his vital organs and that’s a fact. The illest drawings I’ve done are always about the end of the world. The majority of my daydreams and fantasies concern the end of days and how I’m gonna make it through, nothing but my killer instinct and a few modest supplies. A nomad warrior of the ruined plain. A man without a home or a past, trusting no one, taking no prisoners, killing when necessary and searching for a shred of hope in a destitute time, a hardened shell of my former self. I’ll be the first to admit that there’s truly not much logic in my argument, but that doesn’t make it less cool to think about.
The reason I’d let Sarah Palin wax the d is because I think she’s kind of hot. A good looking middle aged woman in a politically significant position of power…I’ve got chubs. Nine out of ten major dudes agree that they would hit it like the closed fist of an angry god, again: facts. Add that to the postulate that she may be Satan incarnate on a path of worldly and spiritual destruction, and you have one of the most significant copulations of all time, second, perhaps, only to the time that god discreetly boned mary.
I looked online to see if I could find any hard evidence correlating Palin to the Antichrist and I found some interesting stuff. At once compelling and easily dismissable from a rational standpoint, but again, I dig this shit so let me have fun with it. Check out this passage from Revelation 14:9-11 "And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive A PLAIN RASH in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation.” Note the words “a plain rash.” Now rearrange the letters. Oh shit—Sarah Palin. Weird, right?
Now check this, here’s a quote from Revelation 13:18-"This calls for wisdom: let anyone with understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a person. Its number is six hundred sixty-six." According to my assuredly unqualified internet source, the "wisdom" referred to by the Apostle John in the passage is the system of Hebrew gematria, or numerology, as follows: Take the words Sarah Palin (שרה פאלן), Sarah(שרה) = Shin, Reysh, Hey and Palin (פאלן) = Pey, Aleph, Lamedh, Nun. Now,
the Hebrew gematria values of these letters using the standard Mispar gadol system (which I have virtually no working knowledge of and am completely taking the internet’s word for) are: Shin= 300, Reysh= 200, Hey= 5, Pey= 80, Aleph= 1, Lamedh= 30, Nun= 50. Now take the sum of all these numbers for some reason and what do you know? 666, the mark of the motherfucking beast.
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It’s no secret that the Black Lips are a destructive bunch. The Atlanta bred, blues-tinged garage band once held a party encouraging attendees to destroy the house they were performing in. It also happened to be the house where they lived. Aside from destruction, Black Lips shows are known to include just about every bodily fluid that can be dispensed at will. Combine that with the essential rock star drug and alcohol abuse, and it’s a wonder the band can make it through a show unscathed. But according to 23-year-old bassist Jared Swilley, the guys aren’t even the fighting type. It’s when a young lady’s honor is at stake that the Black Lips become the quintessential Southern gentlemen you’d never mistake them for. Currently touring to promote their latest album, the boys are too ready to continue their path of destruction and maybe even hand out a few down-home ass kickings.
“We were at South by Southwest three years ago playing a secret show in our friend’s basement and a bunch of redneck metal-head dudes showed up. We had our ex-guitarist [Jack Hines’] girlfriend on tour and another girl that we were all friends with. [The rednecks] were getting kind of rowdy and grab assin’ and they touched both of the girls’ butts. We didn’t wanna have a fight about it cause we’re not really that aggressive. I was just like, ‘Come on guys, don’t do that. Say you’re sorry.’ They were just being total dicks about it like, ‘Fuck that!’ They were calling me a white belt hipster or something over and over again. So I went over to the rest of my band and our friends, and I was telling them what happened and they’re like, ‘Which guys was it?’ I pointed at the guy and I guess he thought that I was calling him out. The night before, I had to go to the hospital because I cracked my head open, so I had 10 fresh stitches in my head. He walks up to me and slaps me right on the stitches. The second he hits me, everyone in my band, and a couple guys in the other band that were opening, all punch him at once and just take him out. He gets up covered in blood and all his friends see what’s going on. There’s like 10 of them and probably about an equal number of us, but they were way bigger than us. So we start scrappin’. This other band that we’re friends with called The Spits were [onstage] playing and they’re big guys and pretty tough and they’re kind of like our older brothers. We were like, ‘Spits, help!’ They came out and just start annihilating people. Their roadie had one of those tiny Swiss Army Knives that was like three inches long and he stabbed one of the guys right in the leg. Their drummer, who’s also a bouncer on his off time, had this guy in a grapple hold. [A redneck] spit on him or something, so he just bent all of his fingers back and I think he broke them.
“Our guitar player, Cole, is this squirrelly little guy of Columbian descent and he kept running up and getting secret shots on the big guys. We were holding one of them down and he’s like, ‘I don’t wanna fight anymore, I just wanna get one shot at that little Mexican bastard!’ At this point the girl whose house it was had already called the police. They’re leaving the house and the cops showed up right then. The girl who lived at the house was like, ‘Fuck you, assholes!’ So they said something like, ‘You fat dyke bitch!’ The cop was a fat lady, probably a lesbian, so she immediately arrested all the guys and we were all standing out in the front yard waving to them. It was pretty funny. And I hate rednecks, so that felt really good.”
Words by Timmy Yayo
Photos by Colin Michael Simmons
In a time when popular comics consistently pander to the lowest common denominator, it becomes evident that comedy needs some new life. Enter 33-year-old Russian immigrant and current Brooklynite, Eugene Mirman. Having cut his teeth on the stand-up circuit for years, he eventually landed a contract with Sub-Pop Records alongside fellow Comedian of Comedy, David Cross. Bucking the night club tradition most comics adhere to, Mirman has made a name for himself opening for rock acts such as Modest Mouse and Cake. His ridiculous videos online have cemented his position as a poster boy for web comedy and made him the face of Superdeluxe.com where he posts his ludicrous rants. A true comedy renaissance man, Mirman is featured on HBO’s Flight of the Conchords, as well as Home Movies and Lucy, Daughter of the Devil on Adult Swim. Amidst a sea of frat-boy douchbag comics, Mirman has forged a unique identity, all the while building a solid case for an insanity plea if he ever happens to catch a charge.
Is it difficult opening for bands when the crowd may not be familiar with your act?
Yes. It can be really fun ’cause you can find a totally new audience, but it’s also like a completely different level of effort and work to perform before bands when people aren’t necessarily expecting you.
How did you get involved with Flight of the Conchords? I met them years ago in New York. They brought me in and the character’s name is the same as my name but I had to audition for the role of Eugene which is funny because I had only one line. Once I auditioned for something that the character was described as a “Eugene Mirman-type” and I did not get it. In fact they didn’t even look at me for months. At some point I heard about it and then they brought me in and I was like, “What do you mean by this?” They didn’t really know.
You’ve held protests against yourself in the past, does Eugene Mirman need to be stopped? He used to need to be stopped, but now it’s not possible.
So what’s next now that nothing’s standing in your way? I’m writing a book now that’s like a fake guide for modern life. One of the next things I might do is a documentary of going to Russia for the first time. That’ll be both very exciting and sort of scary for me. I’ve never been back since I came here because I’m told it’s dangerous… and spooky.
It’s clear that you are wise in the ways of women and the horrors of marijuana, any expert advice you can give me?
Don’t smoke pot with women [laughs]…I don’t know, treat them fair. Be stern, but loving.
The funny thing is I actually don’t really smoke pot but everybody thinks that I’m high when I make everything. I’ll get e-mails that are like, “Wow, you must have been so high…” when actually it was like, 2PM and I’m just weird. That’s the story, I’m just weird. This would be the perfect time for me to have thought of a saying. You know, like, “This is the motto I live by.” Maybe, A glass of whiskey after work makes you fucktastic. Is that a good motto?