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D I Kaliedoscopic Lenses: New Brunswick Nieghborhoods
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TADT Cielto Lindo: New Brunswick’s “Pretty Sweetheart”
Editor in Chief LE V ILLAPANDO
m Ed ito r M ERICHEL by Suzanne M. Innace
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EN KUKAINIS 3
A&E Editor B TKO
LISETTE VOY Auntie Eunice’s: African Food for the Body and Soul
Music Editor AN
JOHN SU IV
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LL by Steven Ercolani and Eric Weinstein
Humor Editor 4
B GULYA
President RO
N NEIL Obama vs. Palin
Treasurer SEA
NDY WOLF by Merichelle Villapando
K EL LY H O LE CHEK and A
Art Directors 5
C O L U M N S
Steven Ercolani Amanda Lee
Websites That Keep You Company
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Eric Weinstein Daniel Larkins
Brendan Riley Michael Keane by Cecile Yama
Suzanne M. Innace Cecile Yama David Foster Wallace 6
Paige Gregory O.S. Smith by Michael Keane
Elizabeth Plaugic 7
2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl
S H P A R G O T O H P Review: Burn After Reading by Michael Keane
Chris McGuigan by Rob Gulya 8
Lillyan Ling 9
Review: Choke
Marissa Graziadio by Dave Rothstadt
Dr. Caligari at Coney Island
Cover by BOBBY CONN by Daniel Larkins 9
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is still nonexistent. Extracurricularly, our once great Did All Points West Work? Free Shows
underdog football story has soured, yet the magi- by Lisette Voytko by Elizabeth Plaugic
cal money for stadium construction pours in from the 13 Photos by Marissa Graziadio
pockets of elves and leprechauns. Nationally, adults 14
are hesitant to believe that college students will show Stuffed in the Basement: Little Lungs Review: Choke Soundtrack
up to vote in the coming election and will ultimately by Dave Rothstadt by Lisette Voytko
let their country down with their apathy once again. 15 14
Album Reviews Sunset Rubdown
BUT GOOD NEWS! The Rutgers Review is back! It’s by Brendan Riley and Lisette Voytko by Amanda Lee
taken us a little while longer to get back in the saddle 17 16
this semester, but that’s what happens when you de-
Bands of the Brunz: Photo Spread
cide to redesign the entire publication. Which means
by Lillyan Ling, Chris McGuigan and Dave Rothstadt
we’re looking for even more people to come and 18
be a part of the Review family! We need writers,
photographers, copy editors, designers, business
managers, managing editors, bagel getters (we
sure love them bagels), and anyone interested in
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helping keep the magazine afloat. Meet the Locals
Bicycle Thieves in the Night
It’s a dismal time, full of anxiety and distress, but by O.S. Smith
by Paige Gregory
thank goodness for the Rutgers Review. 21
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Comics!
SEE YA! Sam on Rye by Jon Bershad, Dan
-David Rothstadt by O.S. Smith Pillis and Matt Korostoff
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Kaleidoscopic FORUM
Auntie Eunice’s:
African Food for
the Body and Soul
Cielto Lindo:
New Brunswick’s
“Pretty Sweetheart”
By Suzanne M. Innace
N
Writer
ew Brunswick’s “Pretty Tacos, quesadillas,
Sweetheart” fajitas, burritos, tama-
Picnic tables sit close to the les, and fish selections
door, accompanied by toy fill out the rest of the
horses the size of Shetland menu. If you’ve got
ponies, irresistible to neighborhood chil- time and a big enough
dren and wandering college students alike. appetite, the huge Plato
The windows are covered with colorful Especial Cielito Lindo,
pictures of Mexican dishes, enticing hun- a combination of meat
gry customers to take their appetites inside. and shrimp served with
Where are we? Cielto Lindo, a cute beans, holds a special
Mexican restaurant located on the corner allure.
of Delvan and French Street. Boasting For those who
recipes that come straight from Mexico aren’t stuffed after their meal, the restau-
City and serving ice cream that is churned rant offers about fifteen ice cream flavors
on the premises, it is a wonder that more made on the premises. The favorites,
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Rutgers students do not come here for a according to Gibran, a young member of
the Cielito Lindo family, are vanilla and
Mexican specialties are also popular, chocolate, but Mexican specialties are
especially a combination of fresh also popular, especially a combination of
apples, melons, and ice cream called fresh apples, melons, and ice cream called
Coctel de Frutas Coctel de Frutas. The dessert menu has an
array of natural fruit juices-papaya, mango,
strawberry, and platano, to name a few-
satisfying meal. Family owned and oper- and flans, a custard dish immensely popu-
ated, CL has been open for nearly a de- lar throughout South and Central America..
cade, serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner One afternoon spent on a New
from morning to midnight every day of the Brunswick street isn’t nearly enough time
year. to understand the rich cultural history of
Breakfast here is serious business, not the the residents whose community has been
typical college student’s grab-and-go af- here long before we students arrived at
fair. school, and which will remain long after
Generous egg dishes served with we have gone. What that afternoon can
meats, cheeses, rice, beans, and tortillas teach, however, is that every bustling shop
demand the undivided attention of morn- on every street has a story to tell, if only
ing diners. No time for a real breakfast? we take the time to listen.
The Nachos Fiesta platter is perfect for (Top) Inside Cielto Lindo
snacking and sharing throughout the day. (Bottom) Playing on the toy horses
outside Cielto Lindo
Auntie Eunice’s:
African Food for
the Body and Soul
ficial language, and most commonly used By Steven Ercolani
in Ghana for matters involving business, & Eric Weinstein
government, and education.”
Writers
Auntie Eunice hails from Ghana, a
republic and former English colony on customers, exhausted Auntie Eunice swal-
the west coast of Africa. Nationally, the lows her first breath in ten minutes, the
all-encompassing African-born commu- only breach in her gusty orations that day.
nity has been relatively small in size in She then gestates towards an assortment of
comparison to immigrant groups in the powders and seeds, neatly packaged with
United States, making up about 3% of the label, Auntie Eunice’s. The packages
the total foreign-born population. How- range from shrimp powder to Ogbano nuts,
ever, in the last two decades, the African- all of which give the food-mostly stews-
born communities have largely increased some flavor. She laughs, “When you eat
Auntie Eunice inside her due to Federal measures. The Congres- it, be very careful,” she warns, pointing to
sionally mandated “Diversity Visa Lot-
T
African Food Market the melon seed “Egusi” used to spice the
tery” annually allowed
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here’s a maudlin scene out- popular stew “Kon-
side Auntie Eunice’s African 50,000 immigrants tomire”. Auntie Eunice
from underrepresented
her shoulders quake heartily as she
Food Market on Hamilton converses lightly with a tall, African then passes an old
Street, located among the countries to come live freezer full of cray-
in the United States. regular in Fante
high six hundreds. Two boys fish, shrimp, and other
are firing a ratty tennis ball at the ag- African immigrants smoked seafood, as is
ing brick wall as their mother purchases have greatly benefited from the lottery, very common in West African dishes. She
some smoked Kuna and fresh yams at the with the majority of them descending from explains that fish is cheaper and easier to
checkout counter. Auntie Eunice saunters the West African countries of Nigeria, keep fresh than meat.
about the crowded linoleum floors in a Ghana, and Sierra Leone and settling in We finally thank her kindly, mov-
green headscarf and native ‘kaba ‘n slit’, the northeastern cities of Manhattan, D.C., ing towards the doorway. “Call me with
a blouse-skirt costume common in Africa. and of course, New Brunswick. Many of any more questions,” she repeats twice be-
“It keeps me cool on these hot summer these immigrants work to help their fami- fore we exit the shop, flattening ourselves
days,” she insists, picking the dog-eared lies back in Africa, and some, like Auntie against the glass door as two more custom-
end of her kaba from the floor, “[But] the Eunice, have set up businesses that feed ers press through.
girls in Ghana, they look more and more and support an immigrant community far
like you. They don’t wear the kaba. [They from their native home.
wear] miniskirts, and, well, they West- Auntie Eunice lifts a pen and pad
ernize in the wrong way,” Auntie Eunice from the checkout counter and scribbles
laments. And she would know, having down a web address, “Ghanaweb.com”.
been tracking the evolution of her country “You can search every city in every coun-
and her community with her annual return try to keep up on the Ghana community
to Ghana and running her sixteen year old everywhere. My friends in England, I see
business in New Jersey. Returning back to there is a festival soon, and so maybe I
her business world, her shoulders quake write them to ask about it.”
heartily as she converses lightly with a tall, Circling around to the back shelves
African regular in Fante, one of the two which display a wide variety of newly
Ghanaian languages she speaks fluently. imported beans, leaves, spices, and yams,
“English,” she tells us however, is “the of- varieties familiar to her many Nigerian Outside Auntie Eunices’
OBAMA vs PALIN The Ultimate Rock Star vs. Pop Star Battle
By Merichelle Villapando
Forum Editor terrible economy…
On the flip side, McCain, a bla-
Art by K. Holechek
sé musician whose messages, speech-
Obama has finally achieved rock
star status. After playing the underground es, and opinions make his music
music scene for the past eight years, the sound less than generic, (like a failed
indie band Democrats has now broken into attempt at a cover of a really shitty
the mainstream and topped the charts, with band) makes the big “WTF?” decision
Obama’s vocals on the forefront. Obama of ‘08. He’s the unappealing country
has always produced good music, but his singer who decides to do a collab. with
fame only took off after he received atten- a hot Britney Spears. That’s right. I am
tion from major labels delegates. Enter the comparing Sarah Palin to Britney Spears.
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Obama-Fan-o-mena. There’s “Obama is
my Homeboy” t-shirts and Obama bling He’s been compared to other rock
sunglasses and even Obama comic books. stars such as MLK and JFK and would
He’s been compared to other rock stars be BHK if Obama started with a
such as MLK and JFK and would be BHK K, and BK didn’t already stand for
if Obama started with a K, and BK didn’t Burger King.
already stand for Burger King. (That co-
incidence probably would have blown too
many people’s minds anyway). It’s been Let’s face it. It’s no wonder that Hitwise
Obama-rama- tracked 1300 searches of Palin whose most
drama for the popular queries included “Sarah Palin
past year, cul- Bikini Photos” “Sarah Palin Naked”
minating and “Sarah Palin Nude”. Palin has Like
in his epic that sexy secretary look going on, anyone who ap-
concert with her cat-framed eye glasses and preciates good, real,
perfor- pinned up hair-do. Is she a MILF? music, I’m pissed.
mance at Definitely. Could she ruin the election? Obama possesses ev-
Invesco Quite possibly. Since Palin has entered the ery trait that must make
Field political scene she has garnered the type him a legend: a mastery
in front of of attention only slutty faces could do, and of lyricism, an understanding
75,000 scream- of course the best place to do it, is right of the industry, a unique way of looking at
ing fans. But here in America. Can Britney Spears sing? things, and the ability to relate to people
the hype isn’t un- No. Could she ever? No. But can Britney universally. McCain and Palin? A “hot”
founded; it’s well Spears look hot? YES. That’s where Palin body and the accumulation of all things
deserved. His is right now, the height of her reign, like a anti-American: another Bush and a right-
hope-instill- fresh 16 yr. old Britney Spears appealing ist Republican. Come on, their partnership
ing lyrics to the Wal-Mart mom’s of America with sucks like a corny gangster name, Old
about the her fake boobs and ‘innocent’ smile. No ‘Cain and S-Pa’in. As Lil Kim said on
changes that one really knows Palin beyond her alleged ABDC, “Surriously , America , Surrious-
are to come sexiness and young, pregnant daughter, ly?”
are honest concocting a sex and scandal formula that
heightens her audience’s sense of sight but
and com-
pelling: deafens their sense of sound. Frankly, her
fan base is whack anyway, but there sure
Interested in
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troops home, apa- as hell are a lot of them, and with numbers
thy during times come power, and Britney Spears damn
like Katrina, the well sold a lot of cd’s during her prime.
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By Cecile Yama
Writer
fter countless hours wasted stumbling through cy- anthems to comments on which type of dog is most likely to bite
berspace, I have begun to wonder why more people (weiner dogs, apparently). It’s not a forum, its just a way to ex-
haven’t snagged their toe and fell on stumbleupon. press yourself to strangers and find out if anyone really likes the
com. I don’t envy the esoteric gardeners who haven’t floaty little thoughts you think, or your deep philosophical bal-
watered or weeded wandering thoughts at treefin- lads, or feels the same way. In a way, it’s how to feel connected
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gers.net or learned to experience intimate human awkwardness while feeling alone.
through learningtoloveyoumore.com (this one I can understand a earning to Love You More is the brainchild of Miranda July,
little bit—maybe there’s enough awkwardness in real life, but not performance artist, writer and filmmaker extraordinaire, and
I
awkwardness that is this poignant). it digs up the indie kid we all have buried inside us wait-
have stumbled for minutes on occasion, but mostly I have ing to burst out and parade encouraging banners through public
stumbled for hours through my own personal Alice-and-Won- bathrooms and take photographs of strangers holding hands. Here
derland-like-World—through layouts of mice under the influ- you can find a list of sixty-eight assignments for actions that will
ence of a plethora of drugs (a tutorial on how the brain is effected serve no functional purpose in life- but can make the doer really
by chemicals), a site that makes me “Muxtapes” of music it thinks happy. Here too are people who submit their completed assign-
I would like and a brilliant palette in which I can make my own ments for public viewing, yet with less anonymity, and you can
personal kaleidoscope—online. The minute I added the “stumble” spend a couple minutes each day seeing how someone else “feel’s
button to my toolbar, Entertainment no longer had to be sought the news” or writes a press release about buying groceries.
out. It was holding hands with Fun and dangling its legs from my
cursor, and it was asking me what topic I was interested in and
whether or not I liked the randomly selected site it just chose for
me, geared to my interest. Okay, seeing friends once in a while
was still important, but now I had exciting things to tell them, I Websites TO
was infinitely less bored when alone and I was failing calculus at Check OUt:
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a way more rapid rate.
- stumbleupon.com
riends, of course, were still crucial for general social exer-
cises, and also because it was friends that created and intro- - learningtoloveyoumore.com
duced me to Treefingers. And this idea: to live and breath for - treefingers.com
yourself is one thing, but what if you could have a whole commu-
nity of strangers that doesn’t really know you exist, but wonders
about whether you like their thoughts anyway? This is the general
suggestion at Treefingers. With the current catch phrase of “let it
out,” the Rutgers student-founded site encourages humans (with
the exception of the rare literate monkey) to post their thoughts on
little green squares, or “trees” that can be watered or weeded by
anyone on the site, causing them to turn brighter shades of green
if relished by the general public, or darken to an unfriendly brown
if excessively weeded. Topics range from desperate lovestruck
-Michael Keane
REVIEW: 2 0 1 2 :
T h e R e t u r n o f
Quetzalcoatl By Michael Keane
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mance in the second half of the book, writes a chapter in
aniel Pinchbeck’s pres-
defense of polygamy (which is embarrassing only because of the
ence in “Decoding the Past:
sequence in which these two chapters occur), and then abruptly
Doomsday 2012”, a recent His-
drops the subject. He never decides if the book is about him or
tory Channel special, is rather
his theories; he finds a way at the climax to make them isomor-
innocuous. This is in contrast to
phic, and I don’t think this serves him well. It’s an understand-
the loaded title and content of the program it-
able desire; that the profound and unique aspects of one’s own
self. Pinchbeck appears a few times throughout,
life indicate and have an effect upon events in the universe. The
quietly explaining details of the Mayan calendar
book contains a climax that will be unbelievable for some, in
while doomsday images (tidal wave! earthquake!
part because the author’s desire to pose as a self proclaiming
city on fire!) flash in the background.
Messiah were apparent well beforehand.
Pinchbeck is the author of 2012: The Return
So why read this book? Because belief in the premise, such
of Quetzalcoatl, and similar to his appearance as nar-
as it is, is negligible. It is nebulous to the extent that there is
rator on the History Channel, the book is more unas-
no real distinction between believing and not believing. The
suming than the title makes it sound: “This book ad-
way to enjoy this book (if you’re interested in prophecies,
vances a radical theory”, he admits on the first page. The
poetry, alien abductions, Stonehenge, or time, that is) is to
idea is that according to the Mayan calendar we are in the
approach the chapters as individual essays, and to soak up
thirteenth and final baktun (approximately four hundred
the meticulous research Pinchbeck has done on various
years), which will end somewhere around December 21st,
interesting subjects. The meaning here is found in
2012. What does it mean? Pinchbeck doesn’t claim to know
the details, and in then drawing your own conclu-
for sure. “It may be that we shall determine the meaning of this
sions.
imminent transition for ourselves”, he offers at one point. He
posits that a vast psychic change is occurring in humans, and he
CHOKE
When the Coen Brothers were crafted, witty, clever, dark comedy.
MOVIE REVIEW
By Dave Rothstadt cashing sympathy checks sent to him by his pertinent informa-
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Editor-in-Chief many scammed saviors. In another example of tion to leave fans
a book being superior to it’s the film adapta- unimpressed and
magnifying glass eye for detail drives tion, Choke’s ultimate offense is not what it newcomers con-
the twisted tales of Chuck Palahniuk. includes, but what it lacks. fused. Epic scenes
Novels such as Fight Club, Survivor Gregg’s lack of visual creativity hin- involving angry
and Lullaby expose society and the ders the entire movie. For those who are unfa- mobs and anal
inner workings of the human body by miliar with the novel, the plot has an extreme- beads are either
forcing readers to focus on what they usually ly bleak, repulsive, yet darkly comedic tone cut, seemingly out
turn blind eyes. His hyper-specific writing exposing the blood, shit and seamen stained of cowardice, or
style is prime fodder for any film director world of sexual addiction. Its cinematic ad- glossed over, exposing a lack of inspired film-
proficient in the construction of stylized visual aptation, though, transforms the story into an making.
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experiences. Palahniuk is a visual author who
Clark Gregg is not one of these direc- needs a visual director. David Fincher under-
tors. A seasoned actor of film and television, Choke’s ultimate offense is not what stood this perfectly, taking 1999’s Fight Club
Choke, starring Sam Rockwell and Anjelica it includes, but what it lacks above and beyond the original text. If only a
Huston, is Gregg’s first foray as a director, more experience director had taken the reigns
second as screenwriter and is an underwhelm- (maybe Macdonald should have called up old
ing disappointment. eccentrically romantic indie-comedy between Trainspotting friend Danny Boyle) maybe
The film stars Rockwell as Victor Rockwell and his mother’s “doctor” played by audiences would leave the theaters happy,
Mancini, a sex addicted colonial re-enactor accent-suppressing Kelly Macdonald. instead of gagging.
who pays for his mother’s hospital bills by The film inadequately pieces events
choking on gobs of food at restaurants and and flashbacks together, excluding enough
Dr. Caligari
at Coney Island experimenting with the less than 30 year
By Daniel Larkins
Writer old medium led to the 1921 Goldwyn
release of Caligari. The contorted set
On September 13, nearly one
design coupled with the chiaroscuro
hundred film lovers packed into the hard
effects of light, exaggerate the inevitably
wooden seats on the stuffy top floor of the
tenebrous shots and mirror the films’s
Coney Island Museum for the town Film
eldritch ending.
Society’s screening of Robert Weine’s
Though Weine’s frightening
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. The title
close-ups are made even more disturbing
character of this silent film, played by
projected on screen (having previously
“
a haunting Werner Krauss, exhibits a
seen the movie on my 19” TV), I still
sleepwalker, Cesare, whose
had some trepidation about attending
ominous prophecies become
mortal reality. The screening Caligari, released in the USA in 1921,
was the last of the Film features creepy shadows, unsettling wall
Society’s summer run and included
a live piano accompaniment by Liz patterns, duplicitous protagonists, and
Magnes. most modernly discernable of all,
German Expressionist films, a murderous zombie.”
like Caligari, masked sets with
absurd backgrounds to embellish the
a film screening with live musical
madness in their plot. Moviegoers should
accompaniment. I hoped it would not
recognize Weine’s influence on the horror
be too loud or right next to my seat.
films of today. Caligari, released in the
Nevertheless, Magnes piano kept the
USA in 1921, features creepy shadows,
audience engaged; it neither distracted
unsettling wall patterns, duplicitous
nor disappointed. The ambiguous
protagonists, and most modernly
location of the piano intensified the
discernable of all, a murderous zombie.
mysterious spirit of the film. Magnes’
This highly stylized film also reminds
performance also included ringing bells
us that the cinematic medium does not
and at one point, she contributed a timely
always mirror the literary arts.
scream. Unlike most theatrical releases
Early movies were unlike novels,
and some screenings, seeing this movie
sometimes resembling paintings and
was a fun experience in and of itself.
lacking the narrative structure we are
Scenes from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari accustomed to today. Filmmakers
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Poster for Alex Gibney’s Gonzo: The Life
or too many people, the summer’s blockbusters eclipsed Court- and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.
ney Hunt’s Frozen River, Sergei Bodrov’s Mongol, Alan Ball’s
Towelhead, Isabel Coixet’s Elegy, and Alex Gibney’s Gonzo:
The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. These lesser known the audience remains on her side.
films offer audiences stories of unusual protagonists told in compel- Mongol illustrates the story of a
slave child, ruthlessly battered and bruised.
ling fashion. These films urge moviegoers to explore and, in turn, Bodrov keeps the audience from suspect-
confront their own feelings on multi-faceted issues. While Elegy ex- ing that the protagonist is later to become
amines an aging professor’s tenuous grip on vitality and reality, Gonzo a triumphant conqueror. The bulk of the
explores the raw, habitually inebriated life of Hunter S. Thompson. story displays the little-known foundation
of Genghis Khan’s life, brilliantly focusing
on his childhood and celebrates the tri-
umph over harrowing odds.
The title of Ball’s Towelhead,
As the public flocked in record numbers to lure the character from her financial and unlike its other name, Nothing is Private,
see the surprisingly substantive life of Tony emotional hopelessness. Eddy lives and clearly states how this film will irk you in
Stark in Iron Man, and the tragic death of operates on borders, always on the cusp of some way. However, Towelhead’s persis-
the budding Heath Ledger bolstered box failing, her actions poignantly reactionary. tent comedy almost overshadows its seri-
office revenues for the caped crusader in Despite the oddities she comes to perform,
“
The Dark Knight, there was a population
appreciative of the “lesser-known.” Indie-
heroes, such as single mother Ray Eddy in
Frozen River and the slow-to-burgeon war-
lord Genghis Khan in Mongol, captivated Indie-heroes, such as single mother Ray
audiences in intimate and epic dramas.
River confronts dual frontiers: Eddy in Frozen River and the slow-to-
family and abandonment, work and crime,
New York and Quebec. When her husband burgeon warlord Genghis Khan in Mongol,
leaves, Eddy’s meager dreams and nuclear
family quickly deteriorate. Criminal oppor-
captivated audiences in intimate and epic
tunities in the legal gray area of Mohawk dramas.
territory, between New York and Quebec,
D i d
you get to watch Thom Yorke do his
spastic white boy dance in person?
All Points West took place
on August 8, 9, and 10 at Liberty
State Park, a place that is not quite
New Jersey and not quite New York.
A l l
The festival grounds were spacious
and flat, and the gorgeous backdrop
of the city and the Statue
By Lisette Voytko
of Liberty provided a spe-
cial air to each day’s events.
Points
The festival’s three stages
were scattered across the
grounds, with art installa-
tions and food stands dot-
West
ting the perimeter. All in
all, a decent and interesting
place to spend twelve or
more hours of your time. Emily Haines, lead singer of Metric
Of course the fes- members danced, sang, or simply closed their eyes
tival was expensive. Each day set you and let the sound envelop them. Besides perform-
Work?
back $98 just to get inside, and then ing most of In Rainbows, Radiohead hit the mark
you could spend $10 on lunch and din- both nights with fan favorites “There There,”
ner each. Nothing could compare to “Paranoid Android,” “Fake Plastic Trees,” and
the ridiculousness of the alcohol pens, “Exit Music (For a Film.”
though. Liberty State Park enforced If you were a Radiohead fan,
strict liquor control, requiring those 21 and up to or into any of the smaller acts then I definitely
stand in line to first verify their ID’s. Then a wrist- think you got your money’s worth. CSS, The
band with five tabs was secured to your wrist; every New Pornographers and Metric all stick in my
And then the hipsters rejoiced. time you ordered a beer, the bartender ripped a tab mind for putting on fun, entertaining sets.
Or so it seemed with last January’s an- off. Once your tabs were gone, so was your sense of Animal Collective was (and always will be)
nouncement of the inaugural All Points West Mu- dignity. Another terrible feature to the alcohol pens boring and nonsensical.
sic & Arts Festival. Sponsored by AEG Live and was the requirement to consume all beer inside, and As for Jack Johnson? Don’t ask me;
Goldenvoice (who are responsible for California’s there was no view of any of the stages. I rest my case. there were severe thunderstorms on the
annual Coachella Festival) it appeared as though the But nothing could remove the feeling that the third day of the festival. I was in no way
tri-state area was finally getting the multi-day music bands scheduled to play the first two days were just really risking my neck for a middling musician
good opening acts for Radiohead. Fans who arrived at the
But nothing could remove the feeling that the bands scheduled to play the first two days
were just really good opening acts for Radiohead.
festival it deserved. festival’s gate before they opened were there to score front resembling Mr. Potato Head. If I’ve
Indie music fans waited anxiously for anoth- row spots for Radiohead; they toughed out hours of baking in offended you, all hate mail can be
er month, until All Points West announced its initial the sun and a massive assault on their eardrums for two hours directed to: lvoytko@eden.rut-
lineup on February 21. Impressively enough, APW of sonic bliss. That’s dedication, my friends. gers.edu. I look forward to hearing
managed to secure Radiohead for not one night, but Other than that, scores of people didn’t show up to from you!
a two-night engagement as headliners. Jack Johnson spend the day at APW. A congenial air pervaded the grounds; If All Points West can put
was booked as the third and final headliner, a move sunbathers and shirtless guys tossing Frisbees were plentiful. together a more cohesive lineup
considered by many (by “many,” I mean the trolls on Others danced to the music in remote spots from the stages, and and convince Liberty State Park
APW’s online forum) to be not only boring but con- then some people simply watched. to relax their rules on liquor,
fusing. Nothing could compare to the crowd’s energy I foresee the festival to be not
Other acts for the three day fest included when Radiohead took the stage on the first night. Opening with only profitable and successful.
(among others) Underworld, Kings of Leon, Ani- “15 Step” off In Rainbows, it set the pace for the combination of Maybe I’ll see you next
mal Collective, Metric, Cat Power, The New Por- sex, sublimation, and trippiness embodied in their music. Audience year?
F
or the bored hipster this summer, ball court allows the pale, skinny kids to Such shows provide artists with an op-
there was no better destination get over their high school nightmares. portunity to gain new fans, as not many
than Brooklyn: home of Williams- Tight-pants-wearing, moustache-sporting, people will think twice about attending
burg, The Hold Steady, and the an- tattooed-covered youth would flock in the a free show, even if they don’t know the
nual Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. thousands every Sunday to experience band playing. Furthermore, the music
And if the hot dogs weren’t enough of a these parties. Just a few of the notewor- lover working with a low budget can fi-
draw, there was always the possibility of thy bands who played for free over the nally see many of his favorite bands with-
a free show at McCarren Park Pool. last three years: Blonde Redhead, The out spending $300 for a day at South By
The colossal pool was built in 1936 Hold Steady, MGMT, Deerhunter, of Southwest. Is the dream of this young-
with the capacity to hold 6800 swim- Montreal, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, ster of less importance than a swimming
mers, but was closed in 1984 after it fell and Yo La Tengo. pool? I hope not.
into disuse. Yet in the summer of 2006, But because all good things must
the rusted gates of McCarren Park Pool come to an end, this summer marked the
were once again thrown open, and it be- last of the McCarren Park Pool Parties.
came the bustling arena of fun and friends The Landmarks Preservation Commis-
that it had been 70 years earlier. It was sion voted unanimously on September 9
reincarnated; not as a pool, but as an to restore McCarren back to an actual
outdoor performance venue. The most pool. The new design includes plans for
notable of these outdoor performances a swimming pool, a diving pool, an ice-
were the Jelly NYC Pool Parties. These skating rink in the winter, and an indoor
events could only be considered “pool community space. The Open Space Alli-
parties” in the sense that they happened ance is searching for a new location, but
in a pool – or the remains of a pool. At nothing is certain as of now.
the front of the pool a giant stage is set The Village Voice Siren Music Festival
up for the myriad of bands scheduled to in Coney Island also provided a free day
play. To one side of the stage a 25 ft- of fun and music this summer. But after
long Slip n’ Slide invites concert-goers to 8 years, Siren’s future looks as bleak as
get wet. And to the other side, a dodge that of McCarren Park Pool. On Sep- Black Lips
Choke Soundtrack the film’s trailer, but only appeared for approxi-
mately 30 seconds in the real deal.
Victor understands that random anonymous sex is
what makes him feel alive after years of maternal
by Lisette Voytko “Navy Nurse” by The Fiery Furnaces
would have been a fantastic integration into
emotional neglect. When Thom Yorke sings the
opening lines (and Victor begins to have sex with
Choke director Clark Gregg needs to take Choke, if only Gregg had the ability to artfully
reconcile the film’s raunchiness with the song’s
an anonymous woman in an airplane bathroom) I
don’t feel his sexual acts are depraved and wrong.
a cue from Zach Braff about the importance of
film soundtracks. buzzsaw bassline. Like when Victor (Sam Rockwell) They feel beautifully correct and pure, a form of
OK, OK, so it was Gregg’s first time was having sex with fellow sex addict Nico while salvation for a man who thought he had none.
directing. The thing is, I don’t care. He completely using anal beads. See what I mean? Then again, it’s pretty hard to fuck up
underutilized the amazing song selection from when Radiohead is involved.
“If one of us sings it, we probably wrote it,” usually reserved for more seasoned acts. It was only July
Sullivan said. Along with current Helloids that they convened in the basement bedroom of Small Arms
punk percussionist Josh Wolpert, who also Dealer Phil Latterman to record their first seven song demo
has a hand in writing lyrics, Little Lungs suc- and have it picked up for distribution a month later by De-
cessfully blend their styles and create an in- troit based label Salinas Records.
definable sound primed for New Brunswick Even though their number of performances can eas-
basements. ily fit on one hand, exciting news came late September
Sullivan admits the group has a ten- when No Idea Records invited Little Lungs to join the
dency to name certain parts according 250+ bands playing at The Fest 7, located in Gaines-
to their influences (“Oh, that’s the Jaw- ville, Fla. The three-day Halloween weekend festival
breaker part” or “Deerhoof part”) but will feature well known acts as Atom and his Package,
pride themselves on keeping their music Bouncing Souls and Ghost Mice while also including
from being compartmentalized. “It keeps New Brunswick staples Screaming Females and The
people from hitting their full potential,” Ergs. It seems that Boylan will have to pull double
Sullivan said, adding how their separate duty since Cheeky are also making the trek down.
influences should allow them to have a “I’m surprised…not scared,” Sullivan said, “…and
constantly evolving song. “It’s going to grateful.”
get weirder.”
Compared to the amount of time Make sure to check out Little Lungs October 10th
they have actually been making music, at Courtlandt-land, along with Sea Creature,
Little Lungs are receiving the attention Pregnant, and Baby Guts.
For the past eight years, Amanda Palmer’s eccentric style has acted as the foundation
for her work with Weimar punk cabaret two-piece The Dresden Dolls; her signature wailing
and piano key banging fuel such tracks as “Girl Anachronism” and “Missed Me.” However,
on her debut solo album Who Killed Amanda Palmer, the singer/songwriter embarks on a
welcome exercise in artistic advancement.
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Palmer has always been noted as a strong lyricist
and along with the help of producer Ben Folds, Who Killed
- Brendan Riley
Bicycle Thieves
in the Night
By Paige Gregory
Writer
Art by J. Sullivan
Hazy eyed and half dressed, original state from a picture of us together. that’s okay. But then one day, I happened
I stumble down the stairs of My bicycle now rests on the small of my upon a possible bicycle thief, and more
my apartment building. I open back, peeking out whenever I (frequently) specifically, my possible bicycle thief.
the front door, checking to see wear belly shirts. New Brunswick is The I made some moves to replace the
that the day has been occurring Bermuda Triangle of forgotten and stolen stolen wheels of my bike. I got tired of
without me; sun glaring in bicycles. having to relocate the bike corpse from
my face. My vision is blurry, the fog of I’m curious as to the identity of the car to the kitchen, from the kitchen
too many cheap beers the night before my bicycle thief. What’s his/her major? to the car, under the bed, etc., every time
lingering around my head. I glance at my Is he/she a fervid reader of 19th century my neurotic mom came to visit or pack
bike, chained to the lone, scraggly urban literature? Is he/she obsessed with my car with clean laundry and mounds
tree in front of the head shop next door. Derrida, or Foucault? Or is he/she a parent of toilet paper and pita chips. She would
All’s well. The door closes. with six children trailing behind him/her, kill me if she ever found out that the bike
A hesitant realization comes to using my bicycle wheels in lieu of a car that she had purchased me, the bike that
me: the bicycle doesn’t look ‘whole’. The that he/she cannot afford? I may never she warned me to guard with my life, has
delay probably occurred because of the know my bicycle thief’s identity, interests, been dismembered and left for dead on
uncommon nature of finding one’s bike inner secrets, or desires. And I guess the streets. So, one day as I was walking
in a partial form. It’s unheard of; or is it?
When I take a second look out the door, I
realize that my bicycle wheels are missing.
There is a bicycle frame and a seat, but no
wheels. I have some friends who have had
their bicycles stolen in New Brunswick;
yet, before this moment I have felt safe,
or separate, from their experiences. My
$300 bicycle will never leave my side. I
can strap it onto anything for days with not
a single worry about its well-being. New
Brunswick is a respectable town, filled
to the brim with respectable students and
community members, who respect each
other’s belongings. At this moment, as
I stand here on the stoop of my mangy
apartment building looking out at this
lifeless tree with a bike frame hanging
onto it by a blue bicycle lock, I am deemed
incorrect. I was an optimist. I enjoyed
touring the side streets of New Brunswick
on my bicycle, admiring the urban buzz as
it blew my hair back, penetrating my inner
soul. I am now a misanthrope, walking
around these damp, polluted streets with
an aimless vengeance. I have even gotten
a tattoo of my bicycle, modeled after its
Sam On Rye
musty basement. A New
Brunswick basement: asbestos
coating the ceiling like
homemade cake frosting,
tickling my head as I avoid
the random puddles of Art by J. Sullivan
unknown liquid on the cement floor. And
there before me: the bicycle graveyard. So
“I’d be the last person to gone. Like I took my teeth out
this is where you all go to die, I silently put a pair of shades on my head. once, left them on the sink, them
say to them. This is where you go to rest. I mean what’s the point? If I ain’t things disappeared overnight,
Fragments of all kinds: wheels, tires, tiny using them, then why the hell swear god, cross my heart hope
helpless pedals, reflectors. While I am
compelled to find this entire operation do they have to be on my head to die! I walked around an entire
skeptical, criminal, and personally for, I mean damn it’s just stupid. week without teeth. You know
offensive, I remind myself that stoners There’s plenty of places to put what that’s like? It’s hell! It’s
don’t steal bikes. Right? Nugs, but not
bikes. He looks like a dude who clasps his
them. A pocket for one. Shirts like crossing streams. You know
hands together when he tucks himself into come with all types of pockets what that is right? Like you run
bed at night (or his mangy sleeping bag), right above their chest. Pants to the bathroom and all the stalls
and meditates upon those four words. pock-…have you ever wished you are a taken, but there’s like this
Maybe this guy steals bike parts;
breaking up families, ruining lives. Maybe could fit everything you need in regular toilet, like a communal
not. I may never know. I do know that I’ll just one pocket? Like keys, num- toilet, where everybody’s cross-
probably find some replaceable wheels in bers, address books, an extra set of ing streams you know. Sort of like
this decrepit basement. Maybe this is just
the cycle of life; well, maybe not life life, keys, loose change, a purse…like Egon, Ray, and Venkman crossing
but the bicycle’s life. Like the butterfly, all in one pocket you know? Ah streams, it’s a bad idea man. You
or the Plague. If this is, in fact, the natural shucks man, you know of a good make all sorts of bad friendships
course of things, then maybe we should all place to get some more rye? Oh, when you cross streams. Bad
rest a little easier at night, as we lay our
heads upon our relative pillows. Just know where was I? Oh yeah key’s man, news, that’s all that is man. We
that if your bike is missing in the morning, I lose so many damn keys, I feel done?”
it’s not in the demonic pit of fiery Hell. like I got a black hole chasing me. -As told to Dwayne Huggins, by
It’s probably (and hopefully) lying on a
pile of its kind in this man’s basement, Everything I need man is lost, Samuel Winslow.
baking in the fumes
of asbestos and
marijuana.
T
here is a stretch of land
that runs parallel to the
Raritan River. It is foreign
to those unfamiliar with
New Brunswick. This particular
area is not on the city’s, “List of
things to do while Downtown”. In
fact, it may not be on anyone’s lists
of things to do, except of course
for the . This gaggle of fishermen
spends their days fishing for various
fish of all kinds, while enjoying
the occasional brewser. So in an
attempt to document the life on the
river’s edge, Patrick (our on the
field correspondent) and I, set out to
introduce this unknown world to our
readers. been British but I think otherwise.) Hank’s rescue or exhibiting a sense
There we were in the thick Then a scuffle ensued almost of right from wrong, I walked the
of it on the edge of the Raritan immediately. Hank pleaded with opposite direction and needless to
River Banks. While the scenery was Chuck that he was misinformed, say Chuck worked out his issues
tranquil, filled with bicycles of all while Chuck began shoving the with Hank down at the river’s edge.
sorts, tackle boxes and trees swaying terribly skinny man dressed in rags. Pat and I considered turning
in the midday breeze, the action Thinking it had been just a around, but we trudged through in
that was about to occur before our simple argument, Patrick our own a cautiously fashion, determined to
eyes was just the opposite. Charlie, the field correspondent and I, walked document life on the banks. What
better yet, “Chuck”, apparently does straight-faced past the debacle. questions should we ask, who should
not like to be short changed. And All would have been fine, but in we question? Our next local resident
“Hank”, a mild mannered fisherman, that split second as we passed, a turned a blind eye, and simply said,
“ ”
was a few dollars short. Off into body rolled down the slope into the “No” when Patrick accosted him.
the brush, Chuck yelled, “I came water and made a splash. I turned The next local told us there were no
around and upon sight Chuck shoots fish in the river at all. The peculiar
However, what happens down by me a dead on look (somewhat thing was that he said on Sundays he
the river’s edge goes virtually only because, he sounds slightly would fish all day if he had no work.
inebriated) and yells, His story seemed full of holes.
unnoticed to most. “You want some of this too!” Why fish at all, if there is nothing
I was locked into his gaze catch? Even Chuck and Hank both
here with twenty pounds, now I’m and from inside the words barely had lines casted and poles positioned
walking with fourteen.” (Patrick and escaped my mouth. “No, nah man, securely in the dirt.
I have no idea what pounds he was I just wanted to make sure nobody Then we happened upon
talking about. Possibly pounds of died. Is he alright?” “Tolstoy”. He and possibly those
building materials, food, drugs, your Chuck quipped, “Yeah he’ll be just other men were members of the
guess is as good as mine. However fine when I’m down with him.” “”. (I assume they left out the two
my editor suggests he may have Instead of running over in thousand eight, to generate that new
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generate that new millennium feel, he’s out by the water getting the piss
or possibly the inhabitants of the beat out of him. “I gotta go.” he
HUMOR
“
River Banks were actually living in says and Tolstoy jets, but not before
two thousand.) he concludes our
He assured us his [Tolstoy] took great pains to tell us adventure and
name was Tolstoy, leaves us with
and by his Rusky of the “Twenty-four inch catfish”, this comedic
accent I of course he caught just the other day, while gem. We say our
believed him. It goodbyes and
would be a stretch also slipping in that the River Rats as we turn our
for a man dressed
2000 are the leading anglers of the backs, he calls
”
in faux Army out: “I got a joke
fatigues to be region, possibly even the state. that I want to
using the author share with you
of War and Peace as a fake alias. guys.”
Tolstoy offered a different “A little boy walks into a
perspective on the fish situation and small store with a broken light
took great pains to tell us of the 24- bulb and asks for another. The
inch catfish he caught just the other shopkeeper doesn’t believe the boy
day, while also slipping in that the has a lamp and tells him to come
River Rats 2000 are the leading back with some proof. Next day, the
anglers of the region, possibly even boy brings back the lamp and the
the state. man sells him the light bulb. The
He also went on to tell us, that next time, the boy brings in an empty
Sammy, a friend of his, is renowned can of cat food and asks for another.
for his mastery and knowledge of The man doesn’t believe him again
the river. As it turns out, Sammy and tells him to prove it. The boy
was a seven year angler and from brings in the cat, and the man sells
Tolstoy’s description he sounded him the cat food. This time the boy
like the man being pummeled by walks in with a bag full of shit, and
Chuck from before. I asked, “Is he the store owner asks, “What’s this
bald, really skinny, hangs out by the for?” and the boy asks him, ‘can get
river… really skinny.” He agrees a fucking piece of toilet paper?’”
and says, “That’s him.” I tell him
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