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.

Shepard or Astronomer

February 6, 2012 § Leave a Comment

By Reilly Finnegan

Lithograph. 2012.

Mipso Trio Poster

January 16, 2012 § Leave a Comment

By Reilly Finnegan

A screen print.

Originally commissioned for the Mipso Trio concert at the Cat’s Cradle, these 12×18 posters were hand-printed in Reilly’s studio loft. If you are interested in purchasing one of the few remaining posters, please contact Reilly at rbfinnegan@aol.com.

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.)

October 2012

November 21, 2011 § Leave a Comment

By Reilly Finnegan

Musings on the Occupy Wall Street Movement, Transgender Identity, Polish Cinema, and the Oxford Comma

November 17, 2011 § Leave a Comment

By A Tyrannosaurus Rex

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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.

Pizza DJ: WXYC Chapel Hill

November 10, 2011 § Leave a Comment

By Reilly Finnegan

Screen printed poster for WXYC Chapel Hill.

North Carolina in October

October 25, 2011 § Leave a Comment

By Reilly Finnegan

There’s just about a week left in my twentieth North Carolina October and I’m just now realizing that there might not be a better place-month.  North Carolina October is it.  Loosely organized reasons in some particular order:

  1. The “normal” high for the month of October is 70, and the low is 48, which, if I may be so bold, is perfection.  Shade’s not a necessity anymore but it still means something.  The same goes for a nice fire. This is porch weather and porch weather is the best.
  2. With such pristine weather, everyone is afforded the choice, the luxury, of wearing whatever clothes they look and feel best in.  Jeans or shorts.  Socks or no socks. If you’ve got the muscles for it and/or the swagger you can keep at your Augustware most days.  Let some skin show.  After all, it won’t snow.  For the rest of us, time to break out the cardigans.  It’s a fact that it is much easier to be stylish when cardigans, sweaters, and light jackets are back in the rotation.  Lumps are hidden, sweat is a nonissue, and you look so damn collegiate. Plus, you don’t need more than two pieces of fly outerwear because it’s outerwear and you can wear it back to back and so on.  Also, scarves anyone?
  3. I’m pretty okay with girls wearing tights as pants and if dudes were so inclined I’d be okay with that too.
  4. The aforementioned freedom to look and feel your best makes everyone happy and nice.
  5. The adjective autumnal abounds.
  6. The above reasons all result in everybody being at their most attractive at the same time as everyone else which means everybody is happily trying to get into everyone else’s good looking pants, tights, shorts, etc.  There’s something really nice about that and it makes everyone happier and nicer still.
  7. The impending winter and the fleeting perfection is an underlying impetus for seizing the sunshine and rolling around in the grass and picnicking that always makes October hum.
  8. The above reasons are results of Mother Nature taking a welcome break from her whole drama queen routine.  For North Carolina October she’s more like a cool Uncle Nature who’s down with being your wingman.  Or like your Friend’s Mother Nature.
  9. Babies start wearing puffy jackets.
  10. Babies start wearing their relatively enormous boots.
  11. In October everything starts tasting like pumpkins and I’m more than just okay with it.  Pumpkin bread.  Also, iced coffee and/or hot coffee.  Or frozen for God’s sake.  That’s right, given the weather, it’s also the month of drink-your-pick-me-ups-at-whatever-the-fuck-temperature-you-see-fit and no, that’s more than just a minor perk because yes, your any-temperature-pick-me-ups can and should taste like pumpkin too.
  12. I’d say ol’ Nature is looking her best in North Carolina October as well.  Leaves are only just starting to change.  There are some dashes of yellows and oranges in the still full NC canopy but they remain compliments, highlights in the lush, full-range of greens.  Contrast is high. You get a more interesting spectrum, a dazzling palette and still nothing’s dead yet.  Leaves aren’t yet covering the sidewalks or lawns so the grass is still visible, green, and inviting.  After a short rain, nature still glows with that springtime, almost post-coital sort of smile on its face, with a satisfied exhale that says something like, “Can’t argue with that.”  Just like when you say “Ahh” after a hot (or cold) sip of pumpkin-spiced something.
  13. Appalachia in early fall.

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