I participated in a music listening with former Universal Records employee Eric Funderburke, über indie music nerd Kevin Moore, and about seven other people in 2007. Each participant brought three bands—two new ones and one oldie.
It wasn’t easy being a Nets fan in Knick country. Despite two Finals appearances by the Nets that coincided with the Eddy Curry/Stephon Marbury/Isaiah Thomas years, the New Jersey Nets never got any respect. I’d actually get jealous going to Knick games—because despite the fact that the team was a joke, the fans were always a hundred times more enthusiastic than Nets fans. The Jason Kidd years had a better showing in the Continental Arena but their best days paled in comparison to the Knicks’ worst at the Garden.
(Editor’s note: This was written during the heyday of Linsanity in February.)
And I don’t mean in a political way (this blog is politics-free) – but in a sense of expectations.
Before Obama became the leader of the free world, there were at least fictional depictions of black presidents in pop-culture.
Dennis Haysbert’s portrayal of President David Palmer provided the backbone to Jack Bauer. Morgan Freeman attempted to keep the country calm when a runaway comet was ready to obliterate earth. Chris Rock even played a president in Head of State. Continue reading “Jeremy Lin is Our Barack Obama—But Way Better”