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Cosimo Matassa

Cosimo Matassa nacio el 13 de abril de 1926 en Nueva Orleans y falleció el 11 de septiembre 2014. Hijo de familia de origen siciliano, fue un ingeniero de grabación y propietario del J&M Recording Studio, donde se grabaron muchos grandes temas del primer R&B y el rock and roll. Considerado como uno de los artífices del sonido de Nueva Orleans, grabó con grandes músicos y por sus manos pasaron éxitos legendarios de los cincuenta y sesenta como  el “The Fat Man” de Fats Domino, o el “Tutti Frutti” de Little Richard.

En 1945, a los 18 años abrió los estudios  J&M en la parte trasera de la tienda de discos y electrodomésticos de su familia en la esquina de las calles North Rampart y Dumaine street en el barrio francés de Nueva Orleans. En 1955 crea su propio espacio para el estudio donde, como ingeniero y propietario, fue crucial para el desarrollo del R & B, y el rock and roll de la década de los cincuenta y sesenta trabajando a menudo con los productores  Dave Bartholomew y Allen Toussaint.

Cosimo Matassa

Grabó muchos éxitos como "Good Rockin' Tonight” (1947) de  Roy Brown, “The Fat Man” (1949) de Fats Domino, el “Tutti Frutti” (1955) de Little Richard entre otros discos de Ray Charles , Lee Dorsey , Dr. John , Smiley Lewis , Bobby Mitchell , Tommy Ridgley , The Spiders, Professor Longhair, Jimmy Clanton y muchos otros.  Fue uno de lso artífices de lo que conocemos como el "New  Orleans Sound”.  En los sesenta creó su propio sello llamado Dover Records con el que sacó con Par-lo temas como el "Tell It Like It Is"de Aaron Neville. Un éxito nacional que acabó por arruinar su negocio al no poder hacer frente a la promoción, prensaje e impuestos generados. Se retiró del negocio de la música en la década de los ochenta para administrar una tienda familiar de comida del Mercado de Matassa en el barrio francés.

Cosimo con los Meters

A partir de los noventa, su J&M Recording Studio empezó  recibir premios y en 2007, Matassa fue honrado por sus contribuciones a la música de Louisiana entrando a formar parte del Salón de la Fama de ese estado.  El 24 de septiembre de 2010, el Salón de la Fama y Museo del Rock and Roll designaba a J&M Recording Studio de Cosimo Matassa como un lugar histórico para el rock and roll. En 2012, Cosimo entró a formar parte del Salón de la Fama del Rock and Roll de  Cleveland y en 2013 en el del Blues.

Matassa era un gran hombre, con muy buen oido y criterio, pero también muy humilde y excelente persona. En una ocasión dijo: “Aprecio que la gente piense bien acerca de mi trabajo, todos los grandes músicos me hicieron quedar bien pero yo no estaba tocando, y creo que podría haberlo grabado cualquiera de esos chicos. Así que primero y ante todo, el honor es para ellos. Yo solo hice lo imposible para que sonaran bien ".

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Arrested Development's lovable patriarch Jeffrey Tambor made a new video with The Tonight Show that's super helpful if you have plans to binge-watch AD anytime soon. Whether you're an experienced AD viewer or an intimidated newbie, Tambor's tips will help you binge-watch the right way — comfort, mouth hygiene, confidence, and baked potatoes are key.

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Comedy Central just released the above blooper from tonight's @midnight featuring panelists Paul F. Tompkins, John Hodgman, and Greg Proops. Despite his perfect 1930s newsreel-style voice, Tompkins has some trouble delivering his punchlines, which leads to an interesting revelation about the birth of podcasts.

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The long-awaited television adaptation of Neil Gaiman's American Gods is moving forward, helmed by Pushing Daisies and Hannibal's Bryan Fuller. Naturally, we're nervous, but this recent interview with Fuller has calmed many of our fears. Spoiler talk ahead.

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Kink.com is the largest producer of BDSM pornography in the world. Here’s a look behind the scenes of its San Francisco headquarters.

And when I heard that anyone could go inside it — pun intended — and take a tour, I signed the fuck up.

I don't really watch porn, for long and nuanced reasons that can probably be summed up as: It's just not my jam. But still, who wouldn't be curious about this? Would I see actual BDSM scenes being filmed? Is there a Clueless-like computer that matches your ball gag to your cat-o'-nine tails?

As someone who's not a bondage porn consumer, I decided I'd make the perfect, unjaded initiant to the world of fetish video. And so, a little nervous, I made my way to the Mission, home to the Armory's five-floor, 200,000-square-foot porn palace, with a tour ticket and an open mind.

When you arrive at the Armory (pictured below), you're ushered into a waiting room that's kind of like the break room at your office, but with paintings of people getting, well, BDSMed on the walls.

My tour group consists of bunches of giggling tourists, a few couples going fairly heavy on the PDA, two lone dudes who seem like Kink.com fanboys, and me. (It was a little uncomfortable being an unaccompanied female on this tour, only because I could feel the other guests' eyes on me, trying to figure out what kind of girl goes on a bondage porn studio tour by herself. Haha! Journalism.)

Kink's mission is to "demystify and celebrate alternative sexualities," and between the main site and its 18 subscription sites, it produces straight porn, gay porn, and queer porn, including porn featuring trans men and trans women. Our guide tells us we'll see a glimpse of the 50 sets that make up Kink and reminds us to be nice to each other on our tour and not steal things: "In general we're pro-asshole, but there's a time and a place."

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LA BELLA CON VELLO

Por Hernán Migoya

La escritora Pilar Pedraza me ha deslumbrado con otro de sus irreprochables ensayos, escrito en 2009 y que pareció presagiar la victoria de Conchita Wurst en Eurovisión, un lustro después. Venus barbuda y el eslabón perdido (Siruela) es un hermoso repaso a la historia e historiografía de las mujeres con barba (éstas sí, legítimas) y la relación entre el pelo y la transgresión de lo tradicionalmente considerado como “femenino” a que nos induce.

Es cierto que para un vil heterosexual como yo no hay nada más perturbador que encontrarse frente a mujeres con pelos en lugares inesperados, ya sea el mentón, un seno o en la garganta internalgar. Más allá del travestismo e incluso la transexualidad (al fin y al cabo, la feminización siempre agrada socialmente, por artificial que sea, dado que en muchas féminas TAMBIÉN resulta artificial), el hirsutismo femenino continúa siendo el elemento que más nos incomoda a los hombres con práctica hetero, por lo que resulta muy sana su exposición y hasta su uso rompedor como provocación contra los roles establecidos. Hasta que las fronteras entre determinismos sexuales se difuminen de una vez y dejemos de preocuparnos por lo que somos o reprimimos.

Venus barbuda y el eslabón perdido contiene un buen montón de historias reales que merece la pena conocer: esa Faraona Hatshepsut que era representada siempre con una barbita de quita y pon; pasando por la alucinante Santa descanonizada en 1969, la española Librada; pero las crónicas más apasionantes son las referidas a los casos de mujeres afectadas (hasta ese verbo es discriminador) por el Síndrome de Ambras o Hipertricosis, un desorden hormonal mixto que genera el vello característico de las mujeres barbudas.

Aunque la trayectoria de Julia Pastrana también tiene lo suyo (¿cómo no va a ejercer fascinación la vida de esta mexicana pilosa que hubiera hecho la delicia visual de Tiziano Ferro?), dado que llegó a casarse con su mánager, quien no se conformó con exhibirla viva, sino que a la muerte de su esposa la embalsamó y siguió mostrando sin pudor… la esencia romántica se termina inclinando del lado de la pequeña Krao, expuesta sin piedad desde su infancia como el “eslabón perdido” de Darwin por su padre “adoptivo”, El Gran Farini, quien la recibió de manos de los Reyes de Birmania.

Las imágenes de Krao son de una dulzura incomparable y despiertan esa empatía humana que por suerte desmantela cualquier “reafirmación del yo ‘normal’ -puagh- frente a la otredad -doble puagh-” que quiera esgrimir el más intolerante observador. Cuántas emociones habrá escondidas entre tanto pelo para ser deshilachadas en incontables ficciones.

El ensayo se completa con un análisis de películas con mujeres animalizadas como personajes centrales, desfilando bajo el ameno y certero bisturí de Pedraza títulos tan queridos por mí como el mágico La mujer pantera de Jacques Tourneur, el poético En compañía de lobos de Neil Jordan y el arrebatador Ginger snaps del canadiense John Fawcett. Además, se acuerda de mencionar la extraordinaria miniserie de TV Un ángel en mi mesa, de la demasiadas veces desdeñada Jane Campion, una directora que en sus filmes expone a la mujer tal cual, con naturalidad y desprendida de convenciones masculinas, al tiempo que mira la guerra (y paz) de los sexos de frente y, lo que es todavía más meritorio, filma sus efectos mejor que nadie.

Pilar Pedraza acaba de lanzar otro ensayo de elocuente título, Brujas, sapos y aquelarres (Valdemar) que espero caiga pronto en mis manos.

 

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Contestants Marianne Baba (L), Lois Conway (M) and Ruth Swenson (R) posing with their trophies and X-rays. Photo: Wallace Kirkland/LIFE via Google LIFE Archives

No slouchers here, ma'am! Just winners of the Miss Correct Posture beauty pageant.

In the 50s and 60s, American chiropractors held a series of rather unusual beauty pageants where contestants were judged and winners picked not only by their apparent beauty and poise, but also their standing posture (backed with X-rays of their spines, of course).

The contests were a publicity stunt, Reginal Hug, past president of the Association for the History of Chiropractic, told Scott Hensley of NPR, and was meant to burnish the reputation of the profession. The message, he said, was that good posture led to good health and that chiropractors could help with that. "In those days, nobody was concerned about radiation," Hug added, noting the use of X-rays to check for spinal structures.

Lois Conway, crowned Miss Correct Posture 1956, standing next to her X-ray.

Chiropractors checking the posture of contestant Marianne Baba - notice the plumb bob used to check the straightness of her back.

Miss Correct Posture 1956 contest winner Lois Conway posing next to a model of the human spine with a chiropractor.

Contestants standing on two scales to evaluate her weight distribution - a correct posture would yield the same reading on both scales.

Why not contests for men? Actually, there were some but they weren't as popular and didn't last very long. "The guys always slouched," Hug added.

Like many things that were hot back in the early 20th century (like flagpole sitting, goldfish swallowing and phone booth stuffing), the popularity of the chiropractic beauty pageant waned. The last big contest was held in Chattanooga, Tennessee, in 1969.

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I was curious what was the best place to find old pics from back when myspace was still a thing. I had a pic of this little (maybe Russian) kid wearing a suit or plaid and glasses, holding a briefcase and an AK-47. anyone have an idea? 


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Despite the fact that many of their movies are specifically targeted to little girls, Disney has always had a bit of an issue when it comes to depictions of women. There’s the gaggy “princess” thing, sure, but also the fact that the mothers in these movies are so often either absent or killed off…or, if they are stepmothers, pure evil.

I have always figured that this was primarily due to the fact that this was so often the case in the source material. Having been one of those kids who simply had to point out all the inaccuracies in “The Little Mermaid” (“It’s supposed to be like walking on shards of broken glass! And she turns into sea foam at the end! SEA FOOOOOAM!”), I’m not big fan of changing the plots of classic stories unless it’s an purposeful twist meant to make a statement of some kind.

In an interview with Glamour magazine, Don Hahn, the executive producer of “Maleficent,” explained the relative lack of significant maternal figures in Disney films in comparison to paternal figures.

Glamour: Maleficent felt like one of the first Disney movies where you had a motherly presence that’s usually missing. Ariel didn’t have a mother in The Little Mermaid; Belle only had her dad in Beauty and the Beast. Why is that?

Don: I’ll give you two stories that are the reasons. I never talk about this, but I will. One reason is practical because the movies are 80 or 90 minutes long, and Disney films are about growing up. They’re about that day in your life when you have to accept responsibility. Simba ran away from home but had to come back. In shorthand, it’s much quicker to have characters grow up when you bump off their parents. Bambi’s mother gets killed, so he has to grow up. Belle only has a father, but he gets lost, so she has to step into that position. It’s a story shorthand.

The other reason—and this is really odd—Walt Disney, in the early 1940s, when he was still living at this house, also bought a house for his mom and dad to move into. He had the studio guys come over and fix the furnace, but when his mom and dad moved in, the furnace leaked and his mother died. The housekeeper came in the next morning and pulled his mother and father out on the front lawn. His father was sick and went to the hospital, but his mother died. He never would talk about it, nobody ever does. He never spoke about that time because he personally felt responsible because he had become so successful that he said, “Let me buy you a house.” It’s every kid’s dream to buy their parents a house and just through a strange freak of nature—through no fault of his own—the studio workers didn’t know what they were doing. There’s a theory, and I’m not a psychologist, but he was really haunted by that. That idea that he really contributed to his mom’s death was really tragic. If you dig, you can read about it. It’s not a secret within their family, but it’s just a tragedy that is so difficult to even talk about. It helps to understand the man a little bit more.

The first part I totally get. Almost all children in fairy tales are orphans. I cannot even think of a movie in which Shirley Temple was not an orphan. I get that this gives the character more responsibility and room to grow. Not only that, but at the time many of these stories were written, death in childbirth was extremely common.

However, given that Walt Disney has been dead (or cryogenically frozen) for several decades, I’m not sure the second reason holds up. I can’t imagine that later producers thought to themselves “Gee, I’d like to have a positive maternal figure who is not dead in this movie, but, you know, Walt Disney’s mom…”

Given that Disney stories don’t just draw from fairy tales anymore, I can’t quite see why it would be so impossible to create a female maternal character that would be neither evil nor absent nor dead. Get creative!

It’s kind of problematic to begin with that, so often, mothers are not portrayed with a lot of nuance in cinema to begin with. There are cruel mothers like in that awful lie of a movie “Mommie Dearest,” pushy mothers like Mama Rose in “Gypsy,” self-absorbed mothers like the moms in “Harold and Maude” or “Night of the Hunter” and “good mothers” who either die–often as a grand sacrifice for their children–or who unselfishly let their children go so they can have “a better life” (“Stella,” “Imitation of Life,” “Madama Butterfly”… I’m sorry I don’t actually watch a lot of movies made after 1980.).

Given that there are myriad ways of being a good mother without having to die or give your child up forever. It would be cool if Disney or some other studio could explore this more often.

 

A new blog called Subtle Dildo is posting candid photos that feature an enormous dildo hidden somewhere within them. It’s basically like a sex toy version of “Where’s Waldo?”

According to their sarcastic description, the site is “an installation art project about the place of rubber in our lives.” They’re on Tumblr and Instagram. You will spend way too much time trying to find a few of them. It seems like so much thought and care went into hiding the dildo in the perfect spot in each photo, they should be given a Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Subtle Dildo

Subtle Dildo

Subtle Dildo

Subtle Dildo

Subtle Dildo

Axel Alonso admits to The Telegraph that male characters aren’t as sexualised as female characters, but that Marvel is “making efforts to change that trend as it exists.”

Marvel Comics has come under fire recently for their depiction and sexualisation of their female comic characters. The latest incident involved this variant cover of over of the Spider-Woman comic by Milo Manara.

Marvel's editor-in-chief, Axel Alonso, apologised for the variant cover, saying that Marvel "realize that the message this cover sent was not the one we meant to send. And we understand — and respect — the concerns of those who expressed a negative reaction to the cover, I want that to be clear."

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They’re so cute when they’re little, but do you know what they are?

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.@acciowandspells It’s a pine marten.

— J.K. Rowling (@jk_rowling) September 10, 2014

With all this recent talk of patronuses (patroni? patronees?) lately, it only stands to reason that someone would think to ask the Harry Potter creator about what her own happy thoughts would eventually conjure. So, now that we know… what the heck is a pine marten? Is it like a Housemartin*? And more importantly, will I want to cuddle it? The answer to that last question is a resounding yes.

To begin, here is a picture of a pine marten in Gairloch, Scotlandaaaah noooo LOOK AT IT

This cute lil’ guy is a member of the mustelid family, which includes minks, weasels, badgers, wolverines, otters (which is Hermione Granger’s patronus, by the way), and ferrets (as in amazing bouncing ones). It lives mostly in well-wooded areas of Northern Europe—although there are similar marten species in North America, most of which are endangered or almost extinct—and are about the size of your average house cat.

Also, sometimes they bounce around and it’s the cutest thing ever.

Unfortunately humans have historically been a big threat to the pine marten population, as they were once prized by trappers for their fur and their habitats are often disrupted by deforestation. Now they’re pretty rare in Ireland and Scotland, and almost unheard of in England.

But remember this, Potterheads: pine martens are wild animals, and carnivorous ones at that, with sharp teeth and retractable claws. They’re also a protected species in the UK under the Wildlife and Countryside Act 1981 and the Environmental Protection Act 1990. So no, you can’t own one, and you certainly should not try to hug any that you come across because they will probably bite you. But maybe you could transfigure one of your rivals into one if you try hard enough, and that’s just as good, right?

*Yes, we know the house martin is actually a real bird. Shhh. Let us make ’80s English rock band jokes.

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There are few things in the world more glorious than a meal that you prep in the morning, forget about for a few hours while you go to work or run errands or watch 6 back-to-back episodes of Project Runway on OnDemand (I can’t be the only marathon-TV-watcher here), and put the final finishing touches on a few minutes before sinking your teeth in.  Thank you, slow cooker, for doing all of the hard work for me when I’m feeling exceptionally lazy and hungry at the same time.  You’re a real pal, and I am forever in your debt for many a delicious meal.

But the most delicious meal of all to ever come out of my crock pot?  It’s hard to say, but it just might be these Crock Pot Carnitas.   I know what you’re thinking.  Carnitas in a crock pot?  But carnitas must be tended to, lovingly, and basted in lard until they reach that perfect flavorful crispiness!  Well, that’s what I thought, too, until I found a recipe from Gimme Some Oven that changed the game forever.  No lard.  No hours spent hovering over a hot stove.  Still very-much-so man-approved.

Can I just tell you that James has been RAVING about this pork for like 2 weeks now?  He was picking at the pork in between the broiling stage and kept moaning over how good it was– it was hilarious.  He also kept coming up with excuses to eat more.  “You don’t need this piece, it looks kind of funny, I’ll just go ahead and get rid of it for you… by eating it.”

“I think maybe I should taste-test this again.  You know, just to make sure it’s good.” Sure, buddy.  Have at it.

He hardly spoke while eating the tacos, his concentration focused entirely on trying to pace himself and getting the perfect carnita-pickled onion-chipotle cream ratio in one bite.  I could see it in his eyes.  But afterward, I’m pretty sure I got about 5 times more “I love you”s and “You’re the best”s than usual.  The way to a man’s heart…

It wasn’t just James who loved them, though.  My whole family did, and yours will too.

I’m definitely going to make a repeat batch of these for the next football game, and probably for the “Classy Housewarming Party” that I was just invited to. (The invite reads, “We have the TV, stereo, and ping pong table set up – so we’re pretty much ready for a party.”  Bachelor-level-class right there, haha!)

Really, after you make these once, you’ll just be looking for reasons to make them again and share them with everyone you know.  Try them out for yourself and see!

 

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So some guy in a plane took an aerial photo of “Episode VII’s” Millennium Falcon this week–who cares? The internet jackholes known as The Auralnauts dished out a pretty funny clip of the finale throne room scene in “Episode IV: A New Hope” but without John Williams’s attention-starved score.

And “Star Wars” isn’t their only victim.

“We believe that every movie is supposed to be a comedy,” according to the Auralnauts’s mission statement, “but sometimes they forget to put the jokes in, or remove them intentionally. It is our mission to attempt the reintegration of humor into films where we feel it should have been. Occasionally, without warning, we will attempt to make you dance.”

There’s no inspiration to dance here–just a brutal reminder that Leia was oddly eye-fucking both Han and Luke in utter silence–good for her!

Burger King has just released a new all-black goth burger in Japan. It’s a burger as dark as your soul.

The burger—officially dubbed the Kuro Burger—features buns made from bamboo charcoal, onion and garlic sauce made with squid ink, and a black cheese made with some kind of gipsy curse (or maybe they left it out behind a radiator for a month or two?). It comes in two styles, Kuro Pearl (plain) and Kuro Diamond (with all of the toppings). It will be available only for a limited time.

Presumably, the burger is for people who just want to be left alone, to eat while listening to The Cure and smoking cloves behind the high school.

h/t Kotaku

Last week, the crowdfunding site GoFundMe axed a campaign to raise funds for a young Illinois woman’s abortion. Though the woman, identified only as Bailey, was not the first to attempt to use the site for this purpose, her frank and unrepentant description of her reasons for needing these funds drew the ire and attention of the anti-choice community.

“Aside from having no desire to raise a child, she is economically unstable and can barely afford to support herself, which means having enough money to pay rent, smoke cigarettes, drink rockstar, support her friends in prison, and if she’s really busted her ass, maybe go to a show or two.”

Because, I guess, not only was she raising money for an abortion, but it wasn’t even the “good kind” of abortion, and she did not seem regretful enough about planning to have one. I suppose.

After taking down Bailey’s campaign page, the site then instituted a new policy banning women from raising funds for abortions, and, supposedly, all “content associated with or relating to” abortion in general.

GoFundMe claims that this policy has been instituted to “protect [their] brand from certain materials and subject matter whose proponents span the political spectrum.”

However, that seems not to apply to campaigns meant to raise funds to ban abortion, Salon reports that there are several active anti-choice campaigns still going on at the site, including ones from Personhood Alabama–which actively seeks to ban abortion in the state of Alabama–and a campaign to “Help Replace Planned Parenthood…the largest abortion provider in the world.”

Although the site now claims that pro-choice groups can raise money for “rallies or protests,” that is certainly not the same as actively raising money to ban the procedure. If groups can raise money to ban abortions, women should be able to raise money to have them.

Keep in mind, funds for medical procedures are the most common use of GoFundMe (because, you know, yay America)–and abortions are completely legal medical procedures. Keep in mind that abortion is listed in the restrictions under “Termination of Life”–the term used by anti-choice groups and not Obstetricians–rather than on the list of prohibited medical procedures.

Also keep in mind the fact that GoFundMe was literally just used to raise legal funds for the defense of Daniel Holtzclaw, a cop who sexually assaulted 8 women while on duty, as well as for Darren Wilson, the Ferguson cop who shot Michael Brown.

Abortion is, and always will be, primarily a class issue. At the end of the day, it will never be illegal for rich women. The only women ever really hurt by these restrictions are poor women. Abortion funds and fundraisers are one of the only ways we have to ensure that this right is protected for all women.

Along with many other pro-choice women, I will not ever be donating any money to any GoFundMe fundraiser ever again–as the site gets 5% of any money raised and I have no intention of supporting a company that does not support women. There are myriad other crowdfunding sites around, and I would much prefer to give them my business. GoFundMe can Go…well, you can finish that yourself.

If you care about preserving women’s choice, and believe in preserving that choice for all women–not just the rich ones–you can donate to an abortion fund today.