Nerve.com and IFC recently collaborated to compile a list of the 50 Greatest Comedy Sketches of All Time, from which I have picked my five favorites. Their list is impressively thorough, while mine is of course a narrow selection based on personal taste, but nonetheless, here it is:


5. "Argument to Beethoven's Fifth," Caeser's Hour (#29 on their list)

I wouldn't exactly categorize this as funny, but it's certainly brilliant, particularly for live television.

4. "Head Crusher vs. Face Pincher," Kids in the Hall (#27)

Simply amazing.

3. "White, White Baby," In Living Color (#38)


In Living Color was the basis of conversation for third grade lunch. If you missed it, you might as well stay home sick and save yourself the embarrassment.

2. "The Pre-Taped Call-in Show," Mr. Show (#43)

David Cross masterfully rides that precarious line between hilarity and a panic attack.

1. "$240 Worth of Pudding," The State (#47)

I know it's wrong, but it just feels SO RIGHT.

With two roommates bogged down by finals and two ridiculous, large dogs in our tiny three-bedroom house, the daily grind has regressed to something like this:




This is basically our houses' new theme song.

I'm currently awaiting confirmation on a sweet little house on Austin's east side, for which I am extremely hopeful and increasingly excited. I perceive East Austin as an intriguing redevelopment. The area is still largely perceived as "the wrong side of the tracks" (the tracks being I-35), but the ongoing gentrification process has seemingly served the area well. Emphasis on seemingly, since I'm on a benefiting end of this whole ordeal.

The central east easily benefits from proximity to UT and downtown, thus rejuvenating commerce by marketing the area as an up-and-coming region propagating towards the young, hip, and/or artsy types. I suppose I fit the bill, which is moderately priced for the central location, respectively. I certainly support the renovation of a somewhat poverty stricken region oppose to other housing opportunities sprouting up around Austin.

AND I'm totally excited to explore the new neighborhood! I'm increasingly becoming aware of the gems scattered about on the east side.

I finally checked out the Second Sunday Sock Hop at Scoot Inn on E. Forth this month, which was amazing. I plan on becoming a regular.

Sam's BBQ on East 12th has certainly become a favorite for satisfying my friend's barbecue binges. I know very little about meat appreciation, as a bias veggie head, but I've seen grown men beg for this stuff.

TC's Lounge at E. 12th & Webberville is a wonderful little blues club that has never left me regretting going out on a Monday night. Plus it's BYOB for liquor/wine, cheap beer and free soul food (on Monday nights, at least).

I'm sure the above are just the tip of the iceberg. I'm thinking up excuses for checking out Rio Rita's and East Side Cafe ASAP.

I have this friend, Greg King. He's undoubtedly one of the most ridiculous characters I've ever met, and I mean that in the best way possible. For some time now I've been building a mental catalog of stories and events that could honestly one day make an enjoyable sitcom, and thus some serious bank. Seriously. Seinfeld's got nothing on this kid.

For example, here's today's exchange:


j.s.: i keep going to write a blog about the misadventures of king or what have you, and my mind boggles with where to start. do i start with you puking on my car? maybe. do i start with you ruining countless lives? perhaps. do i start with your pre-apology ecard? probably.

king: maybe start here [see below].




j.s.: i'm posting that. it's hilarious.

king: the script was approved by my high school spanish teacher and the video was required. you should see parte dos. it gets a little crazy. lets just say i could never run for public office.

j.s.: so i have your permission to post it?

king: not without commentary or backstory, otherwise it just seems totally insane. not that it isnt insane. comprende?

Twelve years ago THIS PERFORMANCE by Liz Phair on SQUiRT TV changed my life. I was fourteen and yet to experience any non-commercialized female role models, other than my mother. I was 100% intrigued by her storytelling approach, which contrasted with mainstream female artists' use of sexuality. She took the drivers seat without hesitation or apologies. I was in awe. Within days I obtained her Girlysounds demo recordings and Exile in Guyville from an older friend's copious tape collection. From there launched my interest in Riot Grrl, Bikini Kill, Sleater-Kinney, and my eventual catastrophic disappointment with Phair's 2003 self-titled album, which all longtime admirers regard as a total sellout.

Still, Phair has remained one of my favorite female artists for the impression she left upon me at such a young age and her initial give'em hell honesty in songs about love, heartbreak, sex and the misadventures of life. Her lyrics are laced with sexual explicitness and emotional detachment uncharacteristic of a woman. All these years later, that crude perspective continues to provide an empowering reality check. Exile in Guyville remains relative for it's ability to speak truth and provide a necessary female voice in a culture so obsessed with sugar-coated fem-bots.

Obviously I'm excited for ATO's reissue of Exile, which will be released on June 24th with unreleased tracks and an accompanying DVD inwhich Phair interviews some of Wicker Park, Chicago's early '90s icon figures, including John Cusack.

THANK YOU to ThisRecording for their track-by-track review of Exile accompanied by MP3s (linked below). Those guys really have their finger to the pulse. I'm a big fan.

If anyone has the Girlysounds demo recording, help a girl out. I lost mine at some point in college.


Related:

This Recording: In Which Entertainers May Bring Flowers

Pitchfork: Liz Phair Reissues Exile in Guyville