Breakfast of Champions: 12/19


Sarah Askari's year in music feature is the axis upon which this week's content spins.

The two-page Rock Atlas spread from our print issue is a keeper, with great art, interesting design and a bevy of local music must-sees. For the web, we also have an interactive map you can check out.

The best thing about end-of-year lists is the debate they engender. To begin, City Pages' collective local albums of the year list is out now. Far be it from me to cast slings and arrows, but Cloud Cult's The Meaning of 8 only merits an honorable mention? That is, as Phil Hellmuth would say, a jopke.

Nate Patrin has a Top 10 rap albums list, and it's fine reading. Nate, you know I love you, but if you really think that El-P record is better than the Aesop Rock release this year, you probably wrote the list after one of Lil Wayne's cocktail parties. Also, no love for Busdriver's Roadkill Overcoat? It's the most innovative hip-hop record of the year.

Make your own lists, you say? Maybe I will. Maybe I will.

Also in the issue, Paul Demko has the story of Le Cirque Rouge's benefit show controversy, and it goes along with our burlesque slideshow from earlier in the week. Jonathan Kaminsky tackles a youth hockey brouhaha pitting public against private.

Exclusively on the web, we have another photo gallery, this time from an art exhibition designed to raise awareness about local homelessness.

But the big news of the week is that Dara Moskowitz Grumdahl is leaving, and I am sad. When I took this job -- this is no exaggeration -- roughly 65 percent of the people I told about the new gig said, with great excitement, words to the effect of "you get to work with Dara" or "you have to introduce me to Dara." With good reason: she is one of the very best in the country at what she does. (People used to react with excitement when they got to work with me, too, but usually because I owed them money.)

Dara has done great work for us, and will go on to do other great work in the future. We will miss her.


To draw attention to his pro-chastity cause, a Princeton student faked death threats, beat himself with a bottle and scraped his face with bricks. Because it's so believable that sex-positive people would take the time to beat up one of these abstinence-only types.

This clip reflects many of the qualities I so treasure about the Internet: nostalgia, found-object art, and simple editing techniques used to get a deserved laugh. You've all seen this video as a young person, I'm certain: now see it in a new way.

One could posit that the word you hear in your mind's ear tells you a lot about the state of your subconscious. Or one could tell oneself to shut up, and just laugh at moment 1:25 or so.

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