57/60/71

this blog is dead

2010-02-22T20:16:00.000-08:00

let's wake it the fuck up.

-d.p.

An Old Phrase

2010-02-12T23:10:00.001-08:00

What is the opposite of pro?

- Con

What is the opposite of progress?

- Congress

Chew on that for the weekend.

- 57/60/71

Techno Jeep

2010-02-11T06:43:00.000-08:00

Hint: Click the picture to make it BIGGER.

- Luke Seale, East Coast Perspective

Therapy Session 1.1

2010-02-10T20:04:00.000-08:00

Mr. Totschlager's worst nightmare is to become a cannibal like his father.

His doctor prescribed #10 on this list.

- Joshua H. Coronado

Tommy Wiseau: American Poet

2010-02-09T12:10:00.000-08:00

Oh, hi Mark.

I used to tell people my favorite movie was Adaptation, but now I've been enlightened. Now I've seen The Room.

-d.p.

In Defense of Fifty Cent

2010-02-08T20:30:00.000-08:00

Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it

My songs belong in the Bible with King David

Curtis Jackson, better known as Fifty Cent, started selling crack at the young age of twelve when his parents thought he was at after school programs. 50 Cent once said that he would have voted for Bush in 2004 if his felonies didn't prevent him from doing so. He took in about $100 million dollars when he sold his share of Vitamin Water. The infamous G-Unit soldier has also been in a few Hollywood movies. A few years after he got shot nine times from point blank range -- and easily survived after only two weeks in the hospital -- he sold about twenty-one million records.

And yet for some reason, most music elitists dismiss Fifty Cent as the "love you like a fat kid love cake" or "we're going to party like it's your birthday" guy. Fuck that.

That's like saying Obama is "that half-black president," as if nothing else defined his existence.

It's easy to insult Fifty Cent by quoting two of his most commercially successful songs. It is difficult to insult his musical talent after listening to two of his albums.

So here's the challenge: go download Get Rich or Die Tryin' and Power of the Dollar and listen to each album in its entirety. It might help to skip "In Da Club" and "21 Questions." Afterwards ask yourself why you don't like 50 Cent.

What you'll discover is this: the heavy synth beats that make up Get Rich or Die Tryin' are uniquely suited for 50's soothing voice. The biblical references in his work make any Sunday School vet feel nostalgic. It is actually possible to have a gun-shot in every song, sometimes as the actual beat. 50 Cent raps about more than getting shot 9 times or drinking bub.

Any song is a roller-coaster ride. Take for example "Patiently Waiting," off Get Rich: "In this White Man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel / lookin' for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut," coming a few lines after, "God's a seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain / I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame."

You'll be pleasantly surprised. The depth, complexity, and fun go well beyond Da Club.

- Adam T. O'Neal

I don't get it!

2010-02-07T20:50:00.000-08:00

Photography by Nikki Reginaldo

-57/60/71

Liar

2010-02-07T09:42:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I was walking along Diamond Bar Boulevard and I passed an older Indian man. He was about the height of a computer programmer, wore a thin mustache above his lips and his hair thinned at the top -- very typical.

As we approached each other, I anticipated that he would nod and continue on down the sidewalk. We eventually made eye-contact and I nodded. He looked at me and said, "SUV flip over. Crazy!"

"What?"

I looked over and about a football field's length down the road there were red and blue lights flashing. There was an accident.

He continued, "Craziest thing I ever saw. SUV flipped over on side and one small Ford car crash into it and then a nice Honda crash into Ford. I don't know how it happen."

"Maybe the roads were still wet?"

Hardly, there were just a few puddles left. I saw him gazing at the roads too.

I looked at him and said, "Weird."

He replied, "Weird."

Then we parted ways without saying another word to each other. Upon my arrival at the scene of the accident, I became a bit unnerved. It wasn't a SUV flipped over; it was a mini-van.

I trusted him.

- Adam T. O'Neal

What's Punk? with Dan Perdomo // Ep. 2: No York

2010-02-06T00:19:00.000-08:00

Television - "Double Exposure" (Rehearsal, 1974)

Talking Heads - "Warning Sign" (Live at CBGB, 1975)

Ramones - "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You" (Live at CBGB, 1977)

DEVO - "Smart Patrol/Mr. DNA" (Live at Max's Kansas City, 1977)

Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers - "Leave Me Alone" (Live at Max's Kansas City, 1979)

Next Episode: Manchester

-d.p.

What's Punk? is a public service of I'm Into CB

I hope he doesn't kill us.

2010-02-05T19:00:00.000-08:00

Substitute Teacher.

He has no credentials, no.

But he has our trust.

He could be anyone; He could be your grandfather.

El Asesino

2010-02-04T20:15:00.000-08:00

Here we have the no-budget action film El Asesino in its fullest, purest form. The movie stars the movie stars Steven Roso, Joshua H. Coronado, Adam T. O'Neal, Steven Roso and Nina O'Neal.

-Adam T. O'Neal

PS - If you read us, follow us!

Dr. Sanz

2010-02-04T18:57:00.000-08:00

When Dr. Sanz rides the bus he pretends he is you and thinks it is so strange not to have a large beard to keep you warm.

(If you're lonely: click here.)

- Joshua H. Coronado

Dear Sir or Madman

2010-02-04T12:20:00.000-08:00

Byron Smith/The Jersey Journal
Bayonne High School teacher Irene Nally tears up as she and students watch President Obama finish his inaugural address.

I want to be a high school teacher
—to rephrase:
I want to be a high schoolteacher.

"Techno-rap from South Africa?"
"I'm sorry, you didn't answer in the form of a question. Rich Mulligan, you have the board:"

-d.p.

Lizard Man, A Modest Man

2010-02-03T20:01:00.000-08:00

This is Lizard Man, he is a modest man.
He has desires and regrets and cold blood.

(Below him is a haiku.
A haiku is a poem.)

- Joshua H. Coronado

Benefit/Doubt

2010-02-02T19:42:00.000-08:00

Someone once told me that they'd give me the benefit of the doubt.

Literally, the benefit of the doubt is the gift of not believing. If that's the case, isn't this just a gift that we generously give to people who are different than us? If that's the case, we're actually more generous than we thought.

It's true. We see things that we want to see and then tell ourselves that we can't see anything else because it's unclear to us. We're not blind; but we refuse to see. Doubt isn't something that you give people. It's something that's instilled in us and makes us intolerant. The best we can hope for is that doubt will not define us. What we can hope for is something to believe in.

Maybe we're not asking for change. Maybe we're looking for someone to give the gift of believing in us. If that's the case, the benefit of the doubt is clearly no gift. It's just giving us an excuse to judge people.

I am no optimist, but I've realized that sometimes it's nice to give someone some of the benefit and not just the doubt.

- Whitney Hua

What's Punk? with Dan Perdomo // Ep. 1: Fuck Modernity

2010-02-01T22:45:00.000-08:00

The Velvet Underground - "Venus in Furs" (From Andy Warhol's Exploding Plastic Inevitable)

The Monks - "Oh, How To Do Now" (Live on German Television, 1966)

Iggy & the Stooges - "TV Eye" and "1970" (Live, 1970)

Next Episode: No York

- Daniel Perdomo

There's More

2010-02-01T16:49:00.000-08:00

The above photo was taken by a good friend of 57/60/71. She'll be dropping photographs here every so often.

Nikki Reginado
"I'm in a pickle."

-57/60/71

Championship Bonus Drop in Bucket

2010-01-31T21:11:00.000-08:00

NEW YORK -- In about a week’s time, the Indianapolis Colts will face the New Orleans Saints in Super Bowl XLIV. Per tradition, players from both teams will receive bonuses for their success throughout the season.

A bit of history: In Super Bowl I, the winners from the annual game would receive $15,000 each, while the losers would earn $7,500. These bonuses came during an era when players were considered “underpaid” and didn’t have access to the Players’ Union and agents the way professionals do now.

In the loose Sixties, the bonus was considered to be similar to an “employee of the month”-like paycheck, because the players were just honest men trying to make an honest living.

In this year’s championship game, the checks have reached $83,000 for the winners and $42,000 for the losers. Naturally, an uproar has been begun – from the players.

Football players from both the Saints and Colts have come forward to complain that the bonuses have not been adjusted appropriately for inflation over the last forty-two years. NFL players are worried that these extra paychecks will not be enough to afford food and shelter for their families.

Reggie Bush, second overall pick in the 2006 NFL Draft, running back for the Saints, scoffs at the petty bonus he will receive. “I mean shit, I could make more money in a weekend back at USC. This is just pathetic. If Pete [Carroll] heard about the NFL trying to pull this bullshit on us, he’d fucking throw a fit.”

Bush’s girlfriend, Kim Kardashian, was also alarmed at how little players receive for taking their teams to the Super Bowl. In a telephone interview, she told 57/60/71, “If [Commissioner] Goodell can afford to go hiking in the Himalayas, then he can afford to pay his players a decent salary. Things aren’t as cheap as they used to be. We’re in a recession for Christ’s sake. How does he expect his employees to survive on so little?”

When asked his opinion via iChat, Detroits Lions Head Coach Jim Schwartz responded, “Do you really think I give a fuck about what players at the Super Bowl get paid? Do you really? Fuck you and your stupid blog. You’re a fucking asshole. We’ve been having a few rebuilding seasons you prick.”

Others disagree with Bush and Kardashian. Peyton Manning, NFL MVP and All-Pro quarterback for the Indianapolis Colts, thinks that the bonuses are more than enough. Manning, of course, promotes Kraft “Mac ‘n Cheese” on television and radio. Even more, he claims to make the affordable snack the majority of his meals.

“Who could blame Roger [Goodell]? I mean, we’re in a recession right now, people need to cut back. And if that means players eat macaroni and cheese twice a day for a couple months, so be it. We can all do our part. Oh, and by the way, Reggie Bush is a fag.”

[UPDATE: 2-1-10 10:15 AM PST] Reggie Bush has formally responded to Peyton Manning's remarks: "I will crack you. You fucking cracker."

- Taylor Kirchgraber, Sports Analyst with Adam T. O'Neal

Chase: Part I

2010-01-31T12:35:00.000-08:00

Here we have an exclusive clip from the soon to be released Chase. It stars Adam T. O'Neal, Joshua H. Coronado, the scantily-clad Steven Roso and Adrien Parker behind the camera. Expect more clips from Chase in the near future.

A Dubious Drive: Part I

2010-01-30T08:55:00.000-08:00

Part I of VI

It must have been past midnight when I arrived. In a city that supposedly never slept, I didn’t think it’d be too hard to find a quaint little diner to have some coffee and a quick meal. I was starving and dead tired. Vegas was exactly what I needed.

I didn’t want to go near the strip. The food was probably better but the stop lights would kill me. Instead, I moved east of the strip, the type of place my parents would tell me to avoid. It was the type of place that Creed would place himself intentionally just for the sake of being there.
I didn’t know where I was but I did know that given the amount of melanin in my skin, it probably would be wise to turn down my music when driving through this part of town. Finally, I came up on a diner that was exactly what I wanted.

As I pulled into the gravel driveway I could hear the little pieces of earth crackling under my car.

Just as I was about to park, I noticed that the Atmosphere song I had been listening to was about to end. I was hoping for the bass to peak out as I pulled into the spot and for the song to end entirely as I turned off my car. I was too late and the next track started, maybe next time. It could happen one day – music was always playing in my car.

The lot was nearly empty but I still locked my car and walked in.

The diner was more barren than the parking lot. I sat down in a booth in the corner and removed my hat. I looked at where I was sitting.

The booth was made of thick red cushion. I could feel the grease everywhere. I don’t think it had been spilled directly onto the table, just built up over the years instead. I could feel the fat and oil in the air. It filled my lungs.

While I waited, I played with my hat’s brim. The waitress approached me and read me instantly, “I’ll get you a coffee.” I didn’t even ask. She came and left the pot. I liked this one. She left me alone too, only came by to fill my coffee up.

Just as I was finishing up an older man walked in.

He was either a veteran or just out of prison – maybe both. The messy, salt and pepper stubble growing out of his cheeks and under his chin didn’t agree with the figure of his muscular and imposing body. He was rigid and well-built, like a lineman, yet he had a frailty in his more sensitive features. To one degree, this man looked as though he’d been hurt; to another, he looked like he had done the hurting.

For some reason, I felt the desire to talk to him. I never felt something like that before and I don’t think I ever felt it again. As if he sensed what I was feeling, he walked over and sat down next to me.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Aron.”

“Mind if I sit down with you?”

“Not at all.”

“How was the drive?”

I was surprised but responded quickly, “No cops all the way from LA to here. It was fantastic.”

“I made that drive a few times myself,” he said as he looked down at the pot of coffee on the table.

The waitress looked over at him and brought a cup. He looked at me. I looked back at him.
Up close, he looked almost as bad as me.

He looked over and asked, “What happened?”

I shook my head and looked down at my plate, “Who are you?”

- Adam T. O'Neal

The Argument

2010-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00

Two men cross a small urban park and sit together at a bench. Man Number One turns to the other and says:

I am made of robots!

Man Number Two looks at him.

I am made of living cells.

Mine have lasers.

Mine can adapt, self-replicate, and heal.

Man Number One thinks.

Mine give me super-human strength and resistance to heat and cold, as well as radiation, dehydration, and starvation, he says confidently.

I have a soul, Man Number Two says. He stands, and walks away.

Man Number One sits in silence for the rest of the night.

- Daniel Perdomo

From the Ghetto

2010-01-29T21:29:00.000-08:00

Hello,

We are going to post content here to entertain. Who is we?

57/60/71 presents:

"There's No More You and Me, Just Us"

Adam T. O'Neal
"I want a shining SUV; people see me differently."

Taylor Kirchgraber
"I'm not as hot as you think."

Daniel Perdomo
"Do I have to do it?"

Joshua H. Coronado
"If not now, when?"

Whitney Hua
"That's what she said."

Luke Seale
"Pomona is a sketchy place but O'Neal is there so it's cool."

We'll start posting tomorrow. In fact, check back daily.

- 57/60/71