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Each one of these tents? FULL OF DRUGS.

​"Officially, Bonnaroo forbids drugs. Unofficially, all kinds of drugs were as easy to find as the ice cream. Marijuana was most prevalent. As at many festivals and rock concerts, the usual laws seem not to apply; transactions that could lead to a prison term on city streets are conducted openly here. "
—The Times blows the lid off the whole "people doing drugs at Bonnaroo" story with a tsk-tsky op-ed by self-proclaimed "eclectic listener" Carrie Jerrell, who makes the above observation. Elsewhere in the piece, you'd better believe there's a Woodstock comparison! And it invokes a Kennedy in the following manner: "The kids didn't know who he was. They didn't care. They just wanted to hear more music." Kids today, am I right? I bet you everyone at Woodstock paid attention to every last political word uttered from that stage!

Perhaps today in your Internet travels you will observe a few short, surrealist videos such as the one above, abstractly depicting some sort of Björk/Dirty Projectors project, putatively titled Mount Wittenberg Orca. A date, too: June 30. Huh. No idea what this could be about. Absolutely none.

​Completely, utterly, totally self-explanatory. A real fan would've used "Counting Song For Bitter Children" though. [Mountain Goats FTW]

Meet your undertaker: Fabolous.

​Following up on the genius conceit of Fabolous and DJ Drama's There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral Service, which is basically that Fab kills rappers, and Drama is his undertaker--"Fab got the morgue, and I got the mortuary!" (?!)--comes the video for the mixtape's de facto single, "Body Ya." The concept? Fab has a serious case bodyya (it sounds realer if you say it in thick Indian accent, as his doctor does in the video), and anyone who comes into contact with him will drop dead. So what does Loso do? Take a long walk, of course. In the spirit of April Fools, we played a prank on ourselves and our valuable time and chronicled every body in the resulting death spree. Care to wager on the total?

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Discovery #1 versus Discovery #2

Buried in this Wall Street Journal piece about how allegedly "All the Good Band Names Are Taken" is a clarification of something we've been wondering about for a minute: the ongoing confusion of two NY-based musical projects named Discovery. Couple months back, walking by the Knitting Factory space in Williamsburg, yours truly noticed a show flyer for a band called "Discovery" and stopped to look. Huh? Discovery finally playing live? Zach will finally have that plastic-R&B-pop record he likes so much ruined for him? Oh wait, this band photo has a lady in it. Huh? And so it wasn't a live show of the Vampire Weekend/Ra Ra Riot side project, it was a booking for some other "Eastern European nu wave" band also called Discovery. This has happened to Sound of the City more than once, and apparently Time Out made the same mistake last fall and credited the listing to that other XL-signed Discovery, which would've been notable since the laptop-beats duo haven't played a live New York show since the release of LP.

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​Hard to see how today's New York Post item on yesterday's Black History Month menu at NBC makes the whole thing any less parodic or ridiculous. So "the African-American chef who planned it doesn't understand the fuss"? And Questlove, who Tweeted about the whole thing and thus started this whole imbroglio, was for it before he was against it, according to that chef, Leslie Calhoun? "Questlove, who I serve every day and who enjoys my food," Calhoun told the Post, "requested the neck bone [cooked in] the black-eyed peas and fried chicken, then got off the line, saying, 'This is racist.'" Which it was, or it wasn't, but we can all agree that the fucking sign looked like something Curb Your Enthusiasm would use for a gag, no? Nobody saw that for what it was? Except for Questlove. Who surely enjoys fried chicken as much as the rest of us. But might not enjoy it when its unironically paired with a big sign that says "In Honor of Black History Month"? There are reasons that would be a bad idea. No? [NYP]

This work permit would fit nicely next to the FBI logo on future CDs

​What happens to record stores in the great hereafter? They become Subway Restaurants, of course. (Unless they become discount Nordstroms, or whatever the former 4th Street Tower Records is when it's not a Halloween costume shop or an empty boarded-up eyesore.) Downtown Music Gallery abandoned their old space on the Bowery in favor of Chinatown late last year; the rent was too high, owner Bruce Gallanter told us back in June, plus down on Monroe Street, the store has a nifty backdoor you can knock on, even on days when they're ostensibly closed. Now their old Bowery location will become the city's 134th Subway, because sandwiches are just that hard to find in this town. [Fork in the Road]

​The above comes from a Villager report on the work undertaken in 2009 by Community Board 3, responsible for handling Chinatown and the Lower East Side. What exactly are people complaining about? "Community Board 3 continues to lead the city in the number of 311 Police Department commercial noise complaints -- centered around nightlife activities. It is also the number one complaint to the community board. People are also complaining about horn honking, especially from taxis and especially on weekends very late at night and early in the morning." The key word in all of that being continues. [Villager, via Eater]