Jerry and George get their own television shows.
This is where the project really went off the rails.
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Jerry and George get their own television shows.
This is where the project really went off the rails.
Oh, God, I think I bombed for five years. I only stayed in it because a good friend of mine, Andy Kaufman said, ‘This is what it’s supposed to be. You’re in a tunnel, there’s a light at the tunnel, and if you don’t keep going, you’ll end up in the tunnel.’
— Elayne Boosler, interviewed in Comic Insights, a book I find it helpful to reread at least once a year.
Robyn - Dancing on My Own
I’m pretty much obsessed with Robyn’s new album. Smart, spare pop songwriting, with the kind of ultra-warm synth production that melts right into my gooey center. If John Hughes were alive, he’d make a movie named after this song.
Above is the first panel Lisa’s new comic in this month’s issue of The Believer; click here to see the whole NSFW strip. Pretty sure I picked a good one, guys!
Jerry and George love each other.
This is definitely my favorite of the Seinfeld webisodes we did. Much like a deep-fried pickle, the combination of Seinfeld’s hacky joke patter and George’s vulgar grunting creates a strange yet delicious comedy flavor. “I wanna be a taint-faaaace!”
BP Spills Coffee
This is great!! (via williebhines, toyns)
We came up with this idea in a Beneath Gristedes writer’s meeting, a few of us wrote it together a day later and shot it 2 days after that. Everyone is great in it and it was really fun to do.
The BP executives spill a cup of coffee. I loved this idea when Gavin pitched it, and it turned out really hilarious and great.
Check out all new episodes starting May 27th!
When Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza asked me to direct their new internet web series, I jumped at the chance. “These guys are television icons,” I thought. “This is going to make my career!”
It wasn’t until the second day of shooting that I realized the project was going dangerously off the rails. The scripts, which had started out pedestrian enough, had grown increasingly bizarre, drifting from confused theological debate to mad rantings about the duo’s imaginary enemies. As the shoot went on, Jerry became increasingly insecure, and started lashing out at the audience whenever one of his “jokes” failed to land. George, already a paranoid and odd man, seemed to devolve before my eyes — his posture became more beast-like, and his trademark patter slowly lost all meaning, until it became little more than a series of random, violent grunts.
By week’s end, a strange, grotesque sexual tension had grown between the two — one minute, they’d be idly caressing each other over the crotches of their acid-washed jeans; the next, they were a riot of flailing limbs, caught in an argument of such outrageous ferocity that a panicked crew member would call 911. Inevitably, ten minutes later, the storm had quieted, and the officer would arrive to find George curled up in Jerry’s arms, cooing softly and nuzzling under the armpit of the comedian’s denim shirt.
Despite everything, it was worth it. In my time with George and Jerry, I learned that without a hint of madness, true art cannot exist; that in the rantings of a lunatic, there is inevitably a hint of the divine. Which is to say, watch this web series: it’s really weird, and I directed it. New episodes every few days.
The best way I’ve come up with to describe Francis and the Lights is “Phil Collins, but cool.” Also, he can dance. The video doesn’t execute its premise as well as I’d like, but the song’s snuck up on me over the last few days, and now I’m hooked. You can listen to the whole album at the perfectly executed http://itllbebetter.com/ — the first two tracks are great as well.
I’m going to go on the record and predict that this is the year that Janelle Monáe breaks big. If you want to bet against me, watch this video first. I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time, but this is something else — accessible, super-modern, and completely infectious. Now imagine that, after quoting James Brown in “Tightrope”, she took on seventeen other styles of music over seventeen tracks — that’s basically her album. If you need any more convincing that she’s the real deal, here’s what she can do live. And she’s young enough that the only explanation is — well, I guess she was just born this way.
I don’t see how America can resist this little nova of futurist pop. Because be honest with yourself — when was the last time you saw something this exciting?
(Here’s a side bet: I will bet anyone fifty bucks that Sasha Frere-Jones will write a column on her in the New Yorker this year. She’s so deep in his wheelhouse that on Facebook she lists her hometown as “Sasha Frere-Jones’s Wheelhouse.”)
heatherallen:Ditto.
I love Olde English. (via soy)Click on this picture to watch a video about the writers of Lost.
One more day to enjoy this sketch, before it becomes irrelevant forever!
Shooting this sketch was a lot of fun, even though I knew nothing about what the words I was saying meant. We wrote this during the second season of Lost — I like to imagine that in the four years since, these characters were mysteriously murdered and replaced by four even stupider writers.