I’m 35 years old. This means that I’m of the specific age that I’m allowed to have a very serious opinion on the subject of Dave Matthews. I was there when he was the cool new thing from South Africa. I was there when he hit it pretty damn big with Under the Table and Dreaming. I was there when he became THE college artist of his time. I was there when he became more commercial. I was there when he became the biggest touring artist in the world. I was there when the backlash hit and it was no longer cool to like Dave Matthews or the culture that surrounded him and his music. I was there when he attempted to make a comeback. And I’m still here now, as he’s become something of a cult character for a lot of music fans. His audience is split into two distinct kinds of fans: (1) People who have loved him all along and still go to shows and worship the guy; (2) Music nerds who quietly like him and enjoy his records.

Dave Matthews is probably a pretty cool guy. I hear that he is. I’m not a huge fan of the Dave Matthews culture, but I’ve always loved Under the Table and Dreaming. Top to bottom, maybe the best 90s jam-friendly record I ever heard. It’s a classic in my book, and far better than anything else he ever did. A classic summer record that makes me want to jump in a car, roll the windows down and drive for a few days, singing along and feeling … I don’t know … free? Yeah, free. It’s a light, easy, fun, and even smart record that always puts me in a good mood.

What will Dave’s legacy be? Well, I think Under the Table will be his American Beauty and he will mostly be known as a live performer with a ton of fans. I think the second half of his career will probably be more similar to the career of Jimmy Buffet than Jerry Garcia. I think at some point he’ll do something different and have another hit record. I think he’ll tour until he can’t anymore. I think his hardcore fans will stay loyal until the end. That’s what I think.

If you’ve never seen Dave and his gang live, I recommend it. It’s worth checking out, if only just once. It’s a whole experience. At this point he has so many crowd-favorite songs that the shows are – or so I’m told – pretty damn great. Me? I would go if the dude just played all of Under the Table and Dreaming, with maybe a few other hits tossed in. No 20-minute jams. Zero of those, please.

The good news is that you can go see Dave this summer. And, like, f’real – consider it. It’s an experience. And the guy is in his live prime right now.

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As summer approaches I often think of one thing, and that one thing is Janet Jackson. More specifically, that one thing is Janet Jackson’s stomach in the summer of 1993. I was 13 and had already seen the video for Jackson’s “That’s the Way Love Goes” approximately 273 times since it was released just a month or two earlier. “Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire.” Remember? Janet’s weird hand moves and bone necklace. I could imagine nothing more beautiful. Nothing cooler than Janet. Nothing sexier than her voice when she spoke. I wanted to spend my summer hanging around with Janet and her friends, trying not to stare at Janet’s stomach, lounging around in that big sepia-toned room they were all hanging out in. Soon enough the video for “If” would hit and it would be all over; I would be in love with Janet Jackson. Her dancing in that video alone should have made her every bit as big as her brother ever was. Again with the weird bone necklace and perfect stomach. The hook for that track was perfect. The breakdown. The coda. THE VIDEO. “If” was a mega hit that year, and it will always remind me of summer.

Soon came other singles with names like “Because of Love,” “Throb” “You Want This” and “Whoops Now,” all of which received quite a bit of pop radio play. The record was so big it even warranted a remix album. Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis and Janet Jackson made a classic pop record and 13-year-old Greg was infatuated with it. It wasn’t just a record, it was a movement. All those videos. The poster. THAT ALBUM COVER. The dancing in the videos. Poetic Justice. That stupid bone necklace.

Some 22 years later and Janet still looks great, is still making solid pop music and, believe it or not, is even out there touring the world again. Imagine seeing “If” performed live. Does she do the dances? Does she still have that stomach? Does she still wear bone necklaces? Is her killer new track, “No Sleeep,” just a sign of great things to come from her upcoming 11th studio album? All things you can find out if you go check out Janet this fall, as she tours the U.S. I know I’ll be there. But, for now, I gotta run. I need to go do one billion sit-ups.


Film :: 2014

by Greg W. Locke on May 29, 2015

Best of 2014

The 2011 Golden Cat Award Winner: Richard Linklater (Boyhood)

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usherA couple may decide to record themselves having sex for a number of reasons. Maybe they find the thought of being on camera thrilling. Maybe they’re just curious what they look like during the act. Or maybe they really want to critique one another’s moves. Regardless of their motivation, it’s safe to say that when a couple makes a sex tape, the majority of them would be absolutely mortified if it were to fall into the wrong hands. When a celebrity is involved, however, there are plenty of cases where the exact opposite is true.

All too often “leaked” celebrity sex tapes are exposed as nothing more than intentional ploys to grab headlines. Celebrities like your Kim Kardashians and your Paris Hiltons claim to be “so humiliated” when their tapes are released, yet they lap up all of the attention gained from it. And then there’s the really ballsy pseudo-celebs like Mimi Faust and Farrah Abraham who, even after their tapes are sold and released legitimately, continue to insist that they were “leaks.” Abraham held out particularly long trying to make it seem as though her professionally made porno was a leak. Even now the cover of her tape, Farrah Superstar: Backdoor Teen Mom, is referred to as “The private tape made public,” per Adam and Eve.

Usher and his ex-wife, Tameka Foster, on the other hand remain among the seemingly small group of celebs with a sex tape floating around who really, really don’t want you to see it.

According to BET, the tape was stolen when the artist’s car was burglarized while in Atlanta in 2010. The thieves made off with $1 million in jewelry, two laptops, and two video cameras‚Äîone of which contained the explicit footage of Usher and Foster.

Soon afterwards the thieves attempted to sell the tape. However, in knowing it was stolen property, legitimate outlets wouldn’t touch it. Now, more than three years later, the tape has reportedly hit the market again, this time targeting smaller sources such as blogs. Although, to the relief of Usher and Foster, small and large sources alike are still steering clear, well aware of the legal shit storm that would rain on them if they attempted to post the footage.

Now, the reason the two don’t want you to see the video isn’t because they’re into some weird fetish or because they think it will ruin their image. Instead, their reasoning for keeping the tape under wraps is far more simple: it’s private.

Foster has even tried to deny the tape’s existence, a common approach that some celebs take when they don’t want the video to come to light. A recent article from Madame Menoire quoted her saying, “I know I have never made a sex tape, especially not for distribution.” What Foster said following the statement, however, had some questioning the sincerity of her claim.

“You get married so you can do whatever it is you want. My ex-husband and I definitely made our children the old-fashioned way; they are not products of the immaculate conception. That was my husband. We had a lot of fun.”

In addition, the very same article disputed Foster’s claims by reporting that Mark Geragos, the attorney representing Usher on the matter, is aggressively trying find the person attempting to cash in on the tape. Usher has yet to make a statement.

So, is there a sex tape? While it can’t be confirmed, it certainly sounds like it. But, is the former couple trying to use it to gain attention or fame? Absolutely not.

It seems odd to say, and maybe I’m alone on this, but Usher and Foster’s reaction to the tape resurfacing has actually been kind of refreshing. While I never thought I’d use the word “refreshing” when talking about a sex tape, it’s nice to see some celebs who aren’t doing everything they can to stay in the limelight. If put in a similar position, most couples would likely react the same way if their private and deeply personal property was at risk of being exposed to the masses.

Dare I say it, the whole situation has almost made the two celebs seem like normal human beings.


Every time I hear about a movie starring George Clooney and Matt Damon that is based on a true story, I am pretty sure it’s going to be huge. Usually, that’s how it is and The Monuments Men is no exception.

The new film created by Columbia Pictures and directed by George Clooney premiered this February and has an amazing WWII-set story to tell. The Nazis have stolen more than 5 million pieces of artifacts. Basically, one thousand years of history, culture and art were stolen by Hitler. His plan was to destroy it all, in case Germany falls or he dies. How sad that would have been, not only for Europe, but for the whole world. President Roosevelt decided to task seven men with finding, saving and protecting the stolen artworks. Those seven individuals were named The Monuments Men. They were art industry people who entered the Germany’s territory at the worst time of the war. They tried their best and were brave in everything they did. The Monuments Men were the ones who protected one thousand years of culture.

An amazing true story is shown in this gorgeous movie. There is so much to see and experience, because this film has an outstanding cast, starring stars like John Goodman, Matt Damon, Cate Blanchett, Bill Murray and many others. “The Monuments Men” is a must see for all of us. We should know the story of the ones who protected the European culture and its art, because if there was no art, there would be much less beauty in life. The Nazis tried to destroy it, but the Monuments Men defended it all for future generations to have and treasure.


Do you want to watch a movie that has murder, mystery, fun and great actors? If you do, then The Grand Budapest Hotel is the right choice for you. It is directed by Wes Anderson and it has an incredible plot. The Grand Budapest Hotel trailer says it all. Once you watch it, you simply understand that this movie is different from anything you have ever seen. The movie centers on M. Gustave, a concierge at a famous European hotel, and his lobby boy, Zero Moustafa.

M. Gustave has a delicate relationship with the old ladies that visit the hotel. One of them, Madame D., who adores him with all her heart, gets killed in a mysterious way. Suddenly, everyone finds out that she left a huge fortune for her friend M. Gustave. That’s the moment when all the drama starts, as our main hero is accused of murder and the family of Madame D. in turn fight hard for the fortune.

M. Gustave and Zero Moustafa start a journey that shall never be forgotten. It is spiced up with incredible adventures. The story quickly becomes an adventure like no other. The Grand Budapest Hotel is the kind of the movie that will make you feel many different emotions, starting with sadness and ending up with incredible fun. It has mystery, murder, comedy, snow, prison, first love, struggle, guns and many other grand storytelling devices. The film is going to get into your heart and mind. It will make you laugh while showing you real art. And that’s what The Grand Budapest Hotel is: art.

The creativity of the director and the great play of the absolutely amazing actors will be, I think, greatly appreciated world wide. The critics are saying that is movie is brilliant and it should be seen by everyone. This March, watch the new dramedy The Grand Budapest Hotel and dive into the artistic adventures of M. Gustave and his lobby boy.


BEST PICTURE: 12 Years a Slave
BEST ACTOR: Matthew McConaughey
BEST ACTRESS: Cate Blanchett
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Gravity / Emmanuel Lubezki
BEST DIRECTION: Alfonso Cuaron
BEST EDITING: American Hustle

BEST ACTRESS: Cate Blanchett
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Gravity / Emmanuel Lubezki
BEST DIRECTION: Alfonso Cuaron
BEST EDITING: 12 Years a Slave

BEST PICTURE: Blue is the Warmest Color
BEST ACTOR: Joaquin Phoenix in Her
BEST ACTRESS: Adele Exarchopoulos in Blue is the Warmest Color
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Lea Seydoux in Blue is the Warmest Color
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Larry Smith / Only God Forgives
BEST DIRECTION: Nic Refn for Only God Forgives
BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM: Blue is the Warmest Color
BEST SCORE: Cliff Martinez – Only God Forgives
BEST ORIGINAL SONG: Karen O – “The Moon Song”
BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY: Blue is the Warmest Color


Mogwai :: Rave Tapes

by J. Hubner on February 14, 2014

It was July of 2004 and my best friend and I headed to Chicago to the Curiosa Festival. We were psyched, man. The Cure, Interpol, The Rapture and a bunch of other bands. Who cares who else was there – The Cure and Interpol, that’s all we needed to know. So we arrived in the early afternoon, headed to the beer garden and bought ourselves a guitar-shaped liter cups of watered-down lite beer. We made our way to the stadium seats under the pavilion of the amphitheater and noticed immediately that the noise emanating from the stage had taken a sharp turn to the grating. No longer could we hear ourselves speak or think. There were four or five guys on stage creating a wall of noise. This shrieking flaming phoenix of noise began rising from the stage, filling every square inch of seat, concrete, dirt and fence within the Tweeter Center. Pretty soon people were running from their spots directly in front of the stage, clasping their hands over their naked ears. Blood began flowing from their earholes as if this sonic assault from a relatively underwhelming stage was liquifying their brains.

If memory serves me, I remember finding it hard to breathe as if the squall from the Marshall amps and motionless guitars were thickening the air. It was a wave of dense, bright, razor wire-sharp noise that I’d never heard the likes of before. I turned to my best friend to see if we should exit the place before it imploded but it was too late. He’d succumbed to the nuclear blast of Marshalls and Gibsons and was lying on the beer-stained floor of the seemingly harmless amphitheater; his guitar-shaped liter of warm lite beer snapped in half from the seizure he’d endured. He was foaming at the mouth, what looked to be grey matter seeping from his earholes and a mixture of Miller Lite and urine staining the front of his cargo shorts. I knew I was going to have to carry him out in order to save what little bit of sanity and brains he had left. I began pulling him by his Curiosa Festival Tour shirt up the aisle to possible safety. All he could do was stare up at me, eyes half crossed, guyliner running down his cheeks, saying something that sounded like “Moebye … Moebye … Moebye.” I think he’d had a stroke by the droop in his left eye and left side of his mouth. Before I could get us to row B in the upper section of the amphitheater the aural assault suddenly stopped. Silence reigned in the former World Music Theater, the only noise was the ringing in our collective ears. Pretty soon someone came to the stage and said “Give it up for Scotland’s Mogwai!” I looked down at my urine-soaked best friend, he smiled at me with a tooth missing (how’d he lose a tooth?) and said “Mogwai … Mogwai … Mogwai.” And so began my introduction to Mogwai.

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Tops at the Box: Warner Bros. new animated flick, The Lego Movie, opened big last weekend, selling $69 million in the U.S. over its first three days. If you’re not one to follow box office trends, then let me tell you that $69 in three days during February is no joke. Reviews thus far for the flick are very strong, Variety’s Peter Deburge writing that directors “Phil Lord and Christopher Miller irreverently deconstruct the state of the modern blockbuster and deliver a smarter, more satisfying experience in its place, emerging with a franchise for others to build upon.” So, in short, this Lego thing is for real.

Also at the Box: George Clooney’s latest directorial effort, The Monuments Men took the No. 2 spot over its first weekend, selling just under $23 million over its first three days. Not a bad number for a semi-artsy ensemble period piece released during the Dump Season. Monuments stars Matt Damon, Clooney, Bill Murray, Cate Blanchett, John Goodman, Jean Dujardin, Hugh Bonneville and Bob Balaban and is produced by Grant Heslov and Clooney, who produced Best Picture winner Hugo together. Buddy cop flick Ride Along took the No. 3 spot at the U.S. box office, selling another $9.3 million over its fourth weekend, bringing the film’s total to $105 million so far. Taking the No. 4 spot at last weekend’s box was Frozen, which sold another $6.9 million, upping the flick’s total to $368 million in the U.S. and $913 million worldwide. That’s right, I said $913 million worldwide – good enough to make it a Top 25 grossing film of all-time. All-time. Rounding out last weekend’s Top 5 was something called That Awkward Moment, a Tom Gormican-directed buddy rom-com starring Zac Efron, Miles Teller and Michael B. Jordan. The film sold $5.5 million over the weekend, bringing its 10-day total to just under $17 million. Looks like it might be a good lightweight comedy, especially if they let the hugely talented Teller (who is basically a hybrid of young John Cusack and Swingers-era Vince Vaughn) do his thing.

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