Jumping in late.

Read Ted Rall's latest.

Read Roger Ebert's latest.

Great reads.

This should have been done sixty years ago.

Obama should bitch-slap Olympia Snowe and all of the other sell-outs.

This is like freeing the slaves. I don't own a slave, nor do you, but it's the right thing to do.

And I will stand by that.

^I'll trade you Lieberman for Olympia Snowe.

ANY other running mate would have been a better choice for McCain. Olympia Snow or Kaye Bailey Hutchison both come to mind. Why o why o why he picked Palin among the list of qualified applicants we'll never know. Pressure from his own party? maybe
or
maybe he's just a crotchety old man without enough sense to pick a qualified candidate to run with

You've bookmarked it and playlisted it, so all that's left to do is vote for it.

[edit] thanks dude!

There are Republicans I respect and admire, but most of them are either dead/retired (Lincoln, Nixon, Bush I) or never on the airwaves (Olympia Snowe). Most GOP supporters on TV now are idiots or liars, or just mundane enough that their videos wouldn't be sifted.

Yes, the Lies channel and its friends are dominated by Republicans, but I welcome any videos of lying Democrats.

>> ^critttter:
OK, I love their music, but they were arrogant and rude to whoever was in that elevator.


Dude, have you ever tried to perform live music? I'm the biggest ass on the PLANET when the show needs to start. Maybe some musicians are chill and humble, but I don't listen to them.

Plus, don't forget they were in Paris where this time of behaviour is to be expected.

Original source - http://www.blogotheque.net/Arcade-Fire

Some background on this glorious *rocknroll *bravo session:

"Win Butler had to slouch a little to fit into the freight elevator. He went directly to the back, leaned against the iron door, turned around, and taking a look at the grudging space, asked us: «Think we can all go back now?» Then he smiled a smile that a kid would give, so pure and honest like he had just found his hiding place. in Butler smiled, and five weeks of work seemed to crumble before us.

During those weeks I had been in continual contact with Vincent Morisset, who runs the Neon Bible site. Win and Régine had been responsible for coordinated our Take Away Show. We had discussed dates and places, imagining the Madeleine at night, the knoll at the Île de la Cité, an old café, a roundabout behind the Olympia...We checked the weather every day, put to despair by the cold front that’s passing through Paris. We had surveyed the entire inhumane neighborhood from top to bottom, trying to anticipate the crowd, the will power of the group, the cold, and the fatigue. Then suddenly we had a plan. Win asked if there was a freight elevator. We found it, he smiled, and the Take Away Show was no longer in our hands."


Some more after the cut:


We knew that the Take Away Show with Arcade Fire wouldn’t be like the others. The project was born for them because they’re of a different kind, a different essence. We had spent the afternoon with them and suddenly we realized, in a flashing instant, that «yes, this group is different.».

We had been playing the role of outsider the entire day, like a foreign body that latches onto the daily grind of these magnificent musicians. We had to adapt, through astonishment and wonder, as the band took up their tools and started to play. But Arcade Fire didn’t take us as outsiders. It seemed to unfold naturally: we entered into their logic, as they awaited us and eventually swallowed us up. It was now Win Butler’s Take Away Show, and we followed.

It was too cold to play outside after the show, so we initially thought about playing in the entrance hall during Electralane’s performance, but the Olympia didn’t allow it. All we had left was the freight elevator, and we had to do a little convincing to make it happen. On the other side of the elevator there was a door that would lead us into the concert hall. They could go back to the pit in the Olympia by exiting through there, and then re-exit through the door near the stage. Win wasn’t so hot on the plan...the venue was a little too big and it the whole thing sounded complicated. It took us about 20 minutes to convince him, not knowing at all what was waiting for us at the other end of this crazy idea. Win went back to tell Richard and Will to follow him to the elevator, with everyone asking when to play, or whether this was going to happen before or after the show. It’s going to be before. Régine was the only one who thought differently and there were a couple seconds of exchanging furious looks, which immediately settled and eased into resolution. The big guy won, and everyone went back to reconfigure the set-list.

Arcade Fire is a unique group. Everyone’s split up during the day, managing and wandering through his/her own affaires in the dressing rooms and corridors. No one seems to move about as much as Win, who manages everything, knows everything, watches everything, and hears everything. Afterwards, as show time approaches, everyone slowly comes together again, each still folded into him/herself. A couple notes sound from a bugle, Régina taps on a box, Jérémy amuses himself with a drum, and Tim does a little Monty Python dance. A mobile cacophony, a music that takes form, several people coming together, and some random and various snippets of songs to come. Everyone is concentrating alone, but at the same time following a trace towards the group’s uncanny unity. As the orchestra tuned and grew powerfully aligned, we started towards the elevator.

The rest waits on film. We all bunched into the elevator, and I took my position at Richard’s feet. They started off with an enchanting version of «Neon Bible» and then door opened, allowing us to approach and penetrate the massive torrent of fans. I didn’t think about anything more. I was taken by the fervor, watching Vincent Moon with his camera, screaming in silence, and thinking over and over again:

«We did it. Shit, we really did it!»


Amazing. I dare you not to feel *happy watching this bit of *shortfilms.

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This was a great show. Anyone remember Farnsworth from the Olympia beer commercials?

thanks for the inspiration, it drives me nuts when I dont hear about these things.

http://news.aol.com/newsbloggers/2007/11/21/they-fought-the-war-in-olympia-washington/

In reply to this comment by eric3579:
May be of interest to you

http://www.videosift.com/video/Stop-Wars-a-day-of-struggle-in-Olympia

May be of interest to you

http://www.videosift.com/video/Stop-Wars-a-day-of-struggle-in-Olympia

Love this one. It's from my hometown - Rochester, NY.

Greece is the NW suburb of Rochester where I grew up. This happened at Greece Athena High School. I went to Greece Olympia, right down the road.