A Radio Movie: Ghost Rider Spirit of Vengeance
February 25, 2012 § Leave a Comment
An improvised, full-length radio movie originally aired February 22, 2012 on WXYC Chapel Hill.
Produced by Reilly Finnegan. Directed by Alan Smithee, Knox Harrington, and Ellis Driver. Starring Reilly Finnegan, Peter Szulc, and Ellis Driver. Special thanks to Nicolas Cage.
Mipso Trio Poster
January 16, 2012 § Leave a Comment
The Best Albums of 2011
December 20, 2011 § Leave a Comment
By Reilly Finnegan
This is a list of the 15 best new albums of 2011, according to me, a nineteen year old with fickle tastes and biases who spent the year DJing under names like DJ Pizza and DJ Philip Seymour Hoffman while most of you were sleeping. Some of the below listed were technically released or leaked to the internet in the twilight of 2010, but still, their year of relevance and acclaim (according to me) was 2011. Also included are my favorite tracks and the three words I think best communicate each album. This way I don’t have to write any lengthy music reviews and you don’t have to read any.
1. Hiss Golden Messenger- Bad Debt (blackmaps)
Home. Guilt. Mortality.
2. William Tyler- Behold the Spirit (Tompkins Square)
Winter. Warmth. Wizard.
3. Peaking Lights- 936 (Not Not Fun)
Fuzz. Glow. Shoes.
4. James Blake- James Blake (Universal/Polydor)
Click. Space. Gravity.
5. Madlib- Madlib Medicine Show #12: Raw Medicine (Madlib Invazion)
Tweak. Fiend. Animus.
6. Frank Fairfield- Out on the Open West (Tompkins Square)
Porch. Wood. Wrinkle.
7. Matana Roberts- Coin Coin Chapter One: Gens De Couleur Libres (Constellation)
Slave. Blood. Power.
8. Ty Segall- Goodbye Bread (Drag City)
Play. Blonde. Intoxication.
9. Bon Iver- Bon Iver (Jagjaguwar)
Pause. Breath. Growth.
10. Colin Stetson- New History Warfare Vol. 2: Judges (Constellation)
Jungle. Swirl. Restlessness.
11. Cave- Neverendless (Drag City)
Order. Drive. Groove.
12. Zomes- Earth Grid (Thrill Jockey)
Hypnosis. March. Bedtime.
13. People Like Us- Welcome Abroad (Illegal Art)
Smirk. Splice. Twist.
Welcome Abroad- What Will I Do
14. Mikal Cronin- Mikal Cronin (Trouble In Mind)
Crunch. Catch. San Francisco.
15. The Caretaker- An Empty Bliss Beyond This World (History Always Favours The Winners)
Specter. Thought. Echo.
Cheers From Middle School Basketball Games As Remembered By a Nineteen Year Old, Former Star(ting) Power Forward Who Recently Found His Sleeveless Shoot-Around T-Shirt and Is Now Wearing It Under His Clothes.
November 28, 2011 § Leave a Comment
By Reilly Finnegan
UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
THE TROJANS ‘BOUT TO BRING IT TO YOU
UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
(Usually saved for the team’s grand entrance: bursting out of the locker room, arranged from shortest to tallest, racing through the “tunnel” created by two lines of Ferndale Middle’s cheerleaders, snaking around the blue-tiled court and executing a basic layup drill to perfection. On more than one occasion, Coach had used his dry-erase, coaches’ clipboard to diagram the entrance for the team, yet still, on most nights, it was somehow botched by a moonfaced 7th grader. The meaning of “it” in the cheer can only be inferred, but if my memory serves me, I would suggest that “it” might refer to some sort of slapstick, improv comedy.)
D-FENCE
WE-HAVE
GOT-TO
PUMP-PUMP-PUMP PUMP IT UP
(I specifically recall the sexuality of this cheer’s accompanying gestures. Just use your imagination, perv. I would give it the superlative of “Most Inappropriately Sexual Middle School Cheerleading Cheer” and I assure you that is saying something.)
WHOOOO ROCKS THE HOUSE? clap-clap stomp-stomp
WE ROCK THE HOUSE
SAAAAID
WHOOOOO ROCKS THE HOUSE? clap-clap stomp-stomp
WE ROCK THE HOUSE
(More often than not, this was only an option for the first quarter of the game for Ferndale’s cheerleaders. Or the pre-game fifth quarter, which was a made-up, exhibition quarter created so that all the benchwarmers would get to play, though occasionally, the extremely embarrassed, starting power forward would be forced to suffer fifth quarter shame because “someone had to do the jump ball.” For the remaining three quarters, there was typically a much different response to the cheer’s question.)
T—R-O—J—S
WE ARE THE TROJANS
T—R-O—J—S
WE ARE THE BEST
(This is my personal favorite. My guess is that a team like the Lions used this cheer originally and the pesky, extra letters in the word “Trojans” were not enough to stop the avant-garde “Troj” cheerleaders from stealing it. That’s called artistic license.)
Musings on the Occupy Wall Street Movement, Transgender Identity, Polish Cinema, and the Oxford Comma
November 17, 2011 § Leave a Comment
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New Mexico #1
November 15, 2011 § Leave a Comment
By Reilly Finnegan
“To find the shade out here
you’ve got’to dig a hole,” the biologist said,
“like a Bolson tortoise.”
The scientists catch and weigh the pregnant dinosaurs
while I splinter old fence with a mallet
and flatten the terrain with my boots;
the desert need be level or they flip.
Ten minutes upside down
and their insides bake in their oven-like shells.
I wonder about the eggs.
“Drink tomato juice,” they said.
“It’s got more salt than Gatorade.”
I dig rows for new fence with a scoop,
making a fist to test the width,
reaching my arm down the dark face
of the canal to pack the sand
and to give my browning skin a break.
My hands blister. The landscape seems assumed
around its empty edges.
Made of dust and dirt,
heat-cured, the fossils breathe
and feel, but don’t think.
Appearing just like the cracked earth of the mesa,
lying still since the Pleistocene,
until a barefaced woman with a hand mirror
reflects light into their den,
and we build a cage around them.




