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Wes Craven, RIP: The Mild-Mannered King Of Our Nightmares

By all accounts, Wes Craven was a lovely human being: a mild professorial type who made the people around him comfortable. In interviews, he came off as an excellent teller of dad jokes, and did not have an intimidating or particularly unsettling presence. But in three successive decades, the writer/director/auteur…

Sean Price, RIP: In Praise Of The Brokest Rapper You Know

If Sean Price’s rap career had ended in 1996—if his only contribution to the genre was that year’s ingenious Nocturnal, the debut album from his duo Heltah Skeltah—he would still be worthy of the respect, admiration, and mourning that has poured forth since the announcement of his sudden death this past Saturday. But…

We'll All Go Down Together: Billy Joel Says Goodbye To Nassau Coliseum

It’s a little after six on a sultry Tuesday evening, and the Champions sports bar nestled inside the Long Island Marriott is packed with an unusual crowd. The walls are lined with memorabilia from the New York Islanders, who up until a few days ago called the crumbling Nassau Coliseum next door home; beneath the…

Adios, Sucker: A Conservative Bids A Mostly Fond Adieu To Jon Stewart

Jon Stewart’s last episode of The Daily Show is tonight, and everyone promises to miss him, even if, like me, they stopped watching him religiously years ago. It wasn’t too long after he made his mawkish 2004 plea to Tucker Carlson and Paul Begala to “stop hurting America”—and, as a result, became the most celebrated…

How To Move Across the Country, One Step At A Time

Last winter, after waffling between leaving or staying in Brooklyn for close to four years, I finally bit the bullet. I decamped to Seattle. I used to think I couldn’t live without an egg & cheese from the bodega, McGolrick Park, or Pete’s Candy Store (where there’s no candy, but plenty of liquor). Now I do a lot of…

Dear Jon Stewart: Thanks For The Ride, Motherfucker

Good day to you, Jon Stewart. I never thought my first Dear Jon letter would explode with expletives, but ever since you, puckish fake newsman, hit what used to be called the small screen with your volcanic potty mouth and flagrant disregard for FCC regulations, you managed to disable just about every known profanity…

RIP Ornette Coleman, Who Confounded Most People And Humbled Us All 

“There is a law in what I’m playing, but that law is a law that when you get tired of it, you can change it.” So said incomparable musical innovator Ornette Coleman, who died this morning at the age of 85, and while his career was full of these kinds of delightfully cryptic remarks, few unpack his special genius so…

Wimpy White Dudes With Guitars Ruined American Idol

American Idol is finally dead, to the delight of those who’ve always hated it, and the relief of those who used to love it. At the peak of its reign, the show was everything to everyone: the launching pad for the pop careers of Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood, and Taylor Hicks; the linchpin of the Fox prime-time…

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Watch Jan Hooks And Phil Hartman In The Weird, Gorgeous Love Is A Dream

Jan Hooks, the fearlessly silly Saturday Night Live cast member and world-renowned Alamo tour guide, died today at 57 of a serious illness, reports TMZ. She was an integral part of late-'80s/early-'90s SNL; per the unanimously reverent Twitter chatter this evening, her best role might've been in the…

Gus Is Gone, But His Most Famous Calls Mashed Up With Internet Memes Lives On Forever

During the 2010 playoffs, David "Crashtern" Matthews, former Deadspin staffer and current production coordinator for the Sports Show with Norm Macdonald blog, put together a tribute for our man Gus, who we learned today is "parting ways" with CBS. It is Gus calling the O.J. chase, Gus calling the infamous New Mexico…