Boston’s 2024 Summer Olympics bid will require some fairly extensive construction, and said glittering monuments to pseudo-amateur athletics cannot be erected without knocking down some existing properties. Trouble is, the Boston Globe’s Casey Ross and Don Adams report some of those local businesses are earmarked for demolition/relocation, without any owners being consulted.
Vendors at New Boston Food Market off Interstate 93, where Boston 2024 is proposing the main Olympic stadium, said organizers have falsely represented that their property is for sale and the businesses are open to relocating.
“We don’t want to move. We’re happy doing business right where we are,” said Jeffrey Corin, owner of Robbins Beef Co. and president of the cooperative that manages the property. “It’s kind of mind boggling when people say, ‘We’re going to build it here and just move these businesses someplace else.’ Nobody’s even talked to us.”
Several other landowners, including those whose Dorchester properties would be part of the proposed Athletes Village, said Friday they, too, have not heard directly from organizers.
Corcoran Jennison Cos. owns several properties adjacent to the Bayside Exposition Center, which is owned by the University of Massachusetts and would be the center of the Athletes Village. The company owns the Bayside Office Center and the DoubleTree Hotel, which is slated for a $28 million expansion. It is also planning a $40 million residential complex. But Boston 2024 proposes using those properties for housing, a media staging area, or retail shops for competitors.
“We were under the impression that [the Athletes Village] was only on the UMass Boston portion of the property,” said Michael Corcoran, an executive at the firm. “They haven’t contacted us, and we have no intention of slowing our projects.”
Boston 2024 said in its planning documents that it has “engaged all owners in ongoing dialogue about permanent control of all land required” for the stadium and other venues.
Would you settle for Roger Cedeno Driving School? How about, “It’s 10pm, Do You Know Where Your Children Are (Because Paul Lo Duca Is Especially Interested In One Of Them”)?
Commissioner elect Rob Manfred announced a near-total overhaul of baseball’s hierarchy, replacing seven of the eight members of the powerful executive council, with Cardinals general partner Bill DeWitt (not coincidentally his biggest supporter in last summer’s contentious election process) the lone holdover. Forming the new executive council are Yankees general partner Hal Steinbrenner, Twins owner Jim Pohlad, Rays owner Stu Sternberg, Rangers co-chairman Ray Davis, Pirates owner Bob Nutting, Braves chairman Terry McGuirk and Cubs owner Tom Ricketts. Among those coming off the council are White Sox board chairman Jerry Reinsdorf, Red Sox owner John Henry and Reds owner Bob Castellini, all of whom — perhaps also not coincidentally — opposed Manfred last summer. In addition, two longtime Selig allies — Mets owner Fred Wilpon and Royals owner David Glass — came off the council but were appointed as chairmen of two important committees — Glass for business and Wilpon for finance. Manfred also appointed new Padres chairman Ron Fowler to head up the labor committee.
– Bill Madden, NY Daily News, January 17, 2015
Last weekend, Disney’s ESPN debuted it’s first programmatically sold advertisement during an overnight edition of “SportsCenter”. If you’re wondering what that actually means, MediaPost’s Tyler Loechner attempts to explain :
The ad took its own 30-second block — almost like a Hulu ad block — and was shown from within the “SportsCenter” set. Also unlike traditional TV ads, the Turbo Tax ad was never given the full screen.
Along the bottom of the screen, the ESPN news ticker can be seen running throughout the spot, and a 30 second countdown clock is displayed directly above the ad. These decisions allowed ESPN to keep its “SportsCenter” themed wall in the background and display the ESPN and “SportsCenter” logos on screen — as well as the ticker — while the ad played.
Thanks to some photoshopping, we can tell you that the ad took up about 31% of the TV screen’s pixels. That — coupled with the fact the ad was shown at 1 a.m. — clearly exhibits that ESPN was simply testing the waters; the network was treating its programmatic ad much differently than it would a “standard” ad, not to mention a “premium” ad.
A non-full-screen TV ad played from within the studio at 1 a.m. during a non-conventional commercial break is a premium TV broadcaster’s equivalent to “remnant” display inventory.
Alright, well, that’s one way to distract from the real story.
I’ve noticed with no small fascination that the recent trend of cruises-with-iconic-bands (Kiss, Weezer, the Black Lips, Jack Russell’s Great White) has now extended to rail travel (there’s an LA to Seattle train journey featuring Robyn Hitchcock, John Doe and Exene).
While not begrudging anyone the right to spend their vacation dollars as they see fit, these packages are awfully expensive for the average music fan and with that in mind, i’ve put on my entrepreneurial helmet for the following alternatives for the budget conscious :
1) RIDE THE MEGABUS TO HOOGIE BOOGIE LAND – $75
Complete’s Curt Low will be your host on an Austin-to-Dallas bus trip that will provide musical memories to last a lifetime.
2) OUTSIDE OF TIME / INSIDE THE “F” TRAIN – $30
the one and only cosmic interceptor VON LMO* will delight you and a crowded (?) subway car traveling from Midtown Manhattan to historic Coney Island. Special hologram appearance by Stephon Marbury.
3) LOADING OUT, HEAVY LYFTING WITH AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS – (price negotiable)
Travel from such rock landmarks as Red River between 7th & 8th or perhaps 12th and Chicon to an undisclosed location in South Austin, but not before being allowed to carry heavy equipment used to entertain a select audience mere hours earlier. It’s a rare glimpse behind the curtain that may or may not afford you a long soliloquy about the merits of the night’s other performers. (RIDE HOME NOT INCLUDED)
TRAPPED IN A SUBMARINE WITH MAC DEMARCO (cancelled – turned out to be quite expensive, liability issues up the kazoo, etc.)
(Editor’s note : the following item originally ran December 15, 2009)
Awful Announcing found the above Xmas ornament via the Boston Herald earlier today, and it is very safe to say Sportress Of Blogitude‘s Weed Against Speed isn’t going to shell out $16.50 to hang one on the S.O.B. tree.
You have got to be shitting me. Who in their right mind would want one of these? Better yet, who would be willing to humiliate themselves and walk into a Hallmark or Kohl’s store and purchase one of them? I don’t care if for some reason or another you find yourself with a half-witted, mouth-breathing, ham-fisted mongoloid on your holiday shopping list that would actually want one of these abominations, don’t go and buy one. This will not stand. This affront to Christmas will not stand, man.
I’m a bit less offended, but do hope at the very least, Vince Doria’s family got a few of these for free, what with his likeness being used.
A recent American Express commercial features a number of NBA stars describing their best & worst Christmas presents, with Cavs C Kevin Love explaining an uncle on his father’s side once gave him a stapler. After considering this might be a rather cheap/shitty gift for a child, Ball Don’t Lie’s Kelly Dwyer puts on his genealogy helmet :
A quick bit of internet research reveals that Kevin’s father, former NBA and ABA forward and all-around mensch Stan Love (who spent a chunk of his post-playing career trying to protect his cousin Brian Wilson from assorted hangers-on), only has one brother.
That brother’s name is Mike Love, whom you might know as the guy in the hat from the Beach Boys.
This seems perfectly in line with something that Mike Love – who rightfully fought for and won significant songwriting royalties on endless Beach Boys hits during Kevin Love’s youth – would do.
With former Mets OF Darryl Strawberry still owing the Internal Revenue Service unpaid taxes from 1989, 1990, 2003 and 2003, the latter will auction off the former’s remaining annuity from the deferred compensation o
Shame there’s not some kind of an internet search engine out there would allow potential employers, subscribers or investors to get a full flavor of the ticking time-bomb that is former Sirius/XM sports host Dino Costa (above), but perhaps they’ve not introduced the internet to Hackensack, NJ yet. That’s the home of businessman Anthony Menicola, the latest person to pledge his financial support to Costa’s fledgling webcast operation. Plagued by myriad technical difficulties from the start, “The Dino Costa Show”‘s biggest hurdle to overcome, was of course, the host’s less than winning personality, though it would also be fair to say his views on any number of current events were not widely embraced (perhaps the general public is very happy getting Rush Limbaugh and Alex Jones’ respective brands of crazy for free without sports muddying the conversation).
On Friday, following a month spent co-hosting a sports show in a Jacksonville suburb where his co-host paid the station for airtime, Costa’s internet show failed to reemerge. Menicola, who apparently owns the domain name to the show’s web archives, deleted existed content and issued the following statement (since deleted) :
What a ride it has been. Exhausting is the first word that comes to my mind. Not exhausting because I had to work, thats the easy part that I’ve NEVER been afraid of like some people. Exhausting for other reasons that I’d rather not get into. Your imaginations can take you where you want to go I’m sure, if necessary.
Yes, the show is over. Contrary to what the host tweeted only a few days ago, we did not have 1000 subscribers, nor did we ever eclipse that of 1000 subscriptions. A flat out lie we will call it. To date, our highest paid membership number was 543. Not a bad number however, in my opinion, considering. Definitely a substantial foundation. A foundation that we could have built a tremendous future on. But it just wasn’t in the cards. The turbulence was only getting worse and this flight wasn’t landing safely in a warm climate destination with beautiful views from your beach front bungalow.
in the end its about quality of life and this show was too taxing on mine. I don’t NEED the Dino Costa Show. Last I checked, the Dino Costa Show NEEDED me, but some people just didn’t understand that. I did this as a long shot, knowing there was uncertainty, with the possibility of there being something big. Well the uncertainty has now become a distinct reality and I’m out close to 200k. I guess we shall see if the dino costa show really needed me or not in the coming weeks, as i have suggested previoulsy. It wont be under this domain name, I can assure you of that.
At any rate, Im not gonna throw stones. I made some mistakes along the way as well. Not knowing who Ryan Patrick was, in which I found out today, a fairly large one. Dumping 200k into someone thats been fired 6 times, a pretty bad one too, but hey your supposed to learn from your mistake aren’t you??? You have to have a little bit of respect for a guy who is consistent and believes in what he stands for and without humor, I really do have tremendous respect for him. But sometimes you need to realize your stupidity and grow up and recognize you have a family to support. Hell, if you guys can convince him to chill out, do the show for 3 hours/day 6 days/week with no intermittent changes for 1 year, i would be stupid enough to back him again. But its just not possible.
I wish nothing but the best for him and his family. I will pray that one day he realizes that he does, in fact, need other people, smarter than him most importantly, around him for him to be successful, because he is a hell of a talent, but something tells me that this western ends badly with John Wayne getting shot on Dollar out in the Arizona desert.
The Kansas City Star’s Glenn E. Rice reports there’s a St. Joseph, MO bar facing criticism for offering “a Michael Brown special”, ie. six shots for $10. No word on how many shots (or blows to the head) Mug Shots management consumed before coming up with this idea, but at least one of the responsible parties admits, “I should have thought a little bit more about it.”
A bar co-owner, Rodney Stapleton, told the St. Joseph News-Press the idea for the special was borrowed after he saw on Facebook that it had been successful at another bar. The bar later removed the sign.
Stapleton could not be reached for comment Monday.
However, his marketing ploy drew about 20 protesters to the front of the bar Friday night. Police increased patrols in the area, but there were no reports of violence.
“It was silly,” said Janet Christmas, who manages a nearby gas station. “They should have never done that, but it has been blown out of proportion.”
According to social media, the bar posted a response to the criticism that said: “Just wanna thank everyone who is going on about our shot special. Its just giving us free publicity. Everyone will know where the cheapest drinks are now. It also shows everyone that we believe our slogan, ‘WHERE SARCASM IS ALWAYS FREE.’
The message concluded, “We have never been hateful to anyone because of race, class, sex or sexual preference.”
(maybe if these dudes had a crew, a bus and some proper lighting, they’d be sufficiently wild and crazy)
If you’ll allow a momentary digression from more important national events, the duo Pomplamoose —- whose appearances in a series of 2010 Hyundai commercials have been charitably called “the worst thing that ever happened to television, Christmas or cars” (by me, anyway) have published the financial results from a recent month-long tour. Despite selling some $100K in tickets, the tour lost over $10,000.
For those who might question the wisdom of such an endeavor (replete with a crew, 42-foot bus, commission paid to a large agency), Pomplamoose’s Jack Conte (aka One Of The Two People Who Ruined Christmas 2010) writes, “we could have played a duo show instead of hiring six people to tour with us. That would have saved us over $50,000, but it was important at this stage in Pomplamoose’s career to put on a wild and crazy rock show.”.
I’m having a little difficulty figuring out by what possible measure Pomplamoose’s presentation could be considered wild or crazy (though if either are willing to emulate Alice Cooper and behead themselves via guilotine, I can see how that would be crowd-pleasing on some level). Coming in an era in which Quiet Company call their new album, ‘Transgressor’, I guess we’re seeing all sorts of radical redefinitions. But here’s the funniest part of Conte’s revelations :
Sponsorship from Lenovo. Thank goodness for Lenovo! They gave us three laptops (to run our light show) and a nice chunk of cash. We thanked them on stage for saving our asses and supporting indie music. Some people think of brand deals as “selling out.” My guess is that most of those people are hobby musicians, not making a living from their music, or they’re rich and famous musicians who don’t need the income.
I’m not sure who could possibly accuse Pomplamoose of “selling out”; presumably you’d have to stand for something (anything!) ; what’s to co-opt? Musicians or not, most reasonable persons understand that Lenovo would have to do a fuck of a lot more than give Pomplamoose a few thousand bucks to “save indie music”.
The folks at Ebaum’s World consider the heavy security measures employed to prevent the shoplifting of the Just For Men product to the far right (above) an example of “Accidental Racism”. Maybe the real truth of the matter is that Walt “Clyde” Frazier’s fans of all races will go extreme lengths — including but not limited to stealing — in order to possess any item bearing the likeness of their guru.
With all due respect to former Manhattan/Louisville G Chris Smith and the persons working hard to make Fightball a success, I will remain loyal to SLAMBALL until death.
(above, Shitfucker, shown at their very successful audition for Carnival Cruise Lines)
I’ll admit I’ve not had a ton of time for SonicBids over the years, mostly because I’m totally allergic to any enterprise that wants to shackle the naive and gullible to some upwardly-mobile fantasy existence that’s really just another version of pay-to-play in disguise. My own health issues aide, SonicBids’ Shaine Freeman recently posed the question, “Is Your Band Name Killing Your Licensing Opportunities?”, an essay that if nothing else, should have members of the Bhopal Stiffs and Barney Rubble & The Cunt Stubble re-examining their priorities. Aside from claiming Toronto’s Fucked Up have missed out on “millions in licensing and corporate partnership revenues” over the years (why not say “billions” or “zillions” for all the hard research that went into this citation?), Freeman seems to be under the impression the sole reason one might form a band is to get paid.
Imagine if Coca-Cola had chose to name its beverage company Shitty-Cola in 1886 when the company was introduced to the public. During an era where profanity was deemed unacceptable, Coca-Cola’s founders would have offended their targeted consumers and likely went to jail for it. So, why any musician would choose to use profanity in the name of their business truly baffles me.
When I say the names Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, N.W.A., or Marilyn Manson, you instantly understand that major corporations will likely never partner with these artists. Two of them are associated with gangs, one is associated with a murderer, and all of them are associated with drugs. While these artists did find some commercial success, they never truly reached their earning potential while operating under those names.
Changing your band name can take a lot of work and will likely require the assistance of a publicist if you’ve established a large fanbase. But, it’s not impossible to make a successful transition from one name to another and keep your audience intact. One way to do this is by getting your fans involved in choosing a new name for your band. This way, they feel even more connected to the restructuring of your identity and will continue to be supportive of the new change.
Freeman makes an excellent point. It’s totally impossible to imagine, for instance, a major automotive campaign featuring Marilyn Manson…except it happened in 2009. And certainly, an association with NWA members Dr. Dre and Ice Cube would give pause to any mainstream commercial enterprise. Imagine how many more billions Apple would’ve paid for Beats were it not for this blot on Dre’s resume?
Whether Cavs owner / Quicken loans CEO Dan Gilbert is a comic sans enthusiast with a trigger temper or a predator lender whose vaunted endeavors in Detroit and Cleveland aren’t entirely altruistic, it cannot be an easy situation for Cleveland reporters who wish to speak freely about Gilbert’s history. Cleveland Scene’s Vince Grzegorek and Ryan Felton profiled Gilbert on Wednesday and found a businessman fond of cultish sloganeering (“there is no they”, “we eat our own dog food”), abiet one with a serious case of rabbit ears :
Back in early September, Plain Dealer sports columnist Bill Livingston was a guest on Tony Kornheiser’s radio show in Washington D.C. on ESPN 980. In the midst of a wide-ranging conversation on Cleveland sports — Johnny Manziel! LeBron’s coming back! — the topic of Dan Gilbert came up and Livingston didn’t hold back his feelings while touching on Gilbert’s infamous letter and more.
“I could understand playing to his base,” Livingston said. “But this is not the first time that he had released statements like this that weren’t pretty… They were sent out late at night, and draw some connotations from that if you will.”
He continued, leaving the vagaries behind.
“He can have a bit of a hair trigger,” he said. “He can become influenced by all the things that a late night would engender. I think probably alcohol probably played a part of it, just to come out with it. It’s just suppositional on my part, but he’s sent out messages like this before, to Plain Dealer people on the casino issue, that were over the top.”
Livingston was speaking the truth, as three media sources have told Scene over the years, describing similar interactions with Gilbert and worse. The billionaire can unleash torrents of spite when reporters question his decisions, and this time he went straight to Livingston’s bosses at the Plain Dealer with his complaints. They, in turn, would tell Livingston to write a letter of apology to Gilbert, a sanctioned snipping of one of the few who dare call Gilbert to the carpet.
(above : actually a photo taken at ABC No Rio, but this seems to be how one businessman recalls the old Maxwell’s)
Hoboken, NJ’s Maxwell’s was eulogized in this space last year (“The Place That Ran Contrary To (Almost) Every Negative Rock Club Stereotype : A Fond Farewell To Maxwell’s”) thusly : “even before CBGB’s booking turned into an orgy of indifference, Maxwell’s took a curatorial approach to the old & new in a manner that respected the intelligence of the audience & performers alike. In stark contrast to barns like City Gardens or The Ritz, Maxwell’s felt like a place that was owned & staffed by persons who thought the players and paying customers were friends and peers. As opposed to, y’know, targets & tools in the all-important struggle to sell more beer.” Of course, times change, neighborhoods get pricey, and a new generation of monied types have their own ideas of what does or doesn’t constitute quality entertainment. Enter the co-owner of the new Maxwell’s, Peter Carr, whom the Hudson Reporter’s Carlo Davis credits with turning what used to be a tremendous performance space for 30 decades + of pioneering bands of local and international import into a home for “trivia, stand-up comedy and fantasy football.” For better or (mostly) worse, Carr’s decided to reintroduce live music to the mix (a random assortment of “American Idol” runner ups, cover bands and would-be Blues Hammers), though he hilariously claims, “we’re trying to get back to some of the roots of Maxwell’s”. I wonder what he thinks those roots are?
In the old days when Maxwell’s was at its height,” said Carr, “it was primarily punk rock and grunge, and that was kind of back in the day when the artists could afford to live in Hoboken. Some of that’s changed and the demographics are a lot different than they used to be so we’re trying to cater to the demographics that we see in the town.”
“It’s not an old broken down stage with PA systems and your feet sticking to the floor because the floor hasn’t been washed in two weeks,” said Carr. “The old place was a dive.”
In seeking a new upscale concept, Carr holds little nostalgia for the Maxwell’s that was. “The place has been completely redone,” said Carr. “It’s nice, it’s clean, it’s open, the food’s good, so it’s a whole different type of atmosphere than the old Maxwell’s, where you would have the people…come in and have a hamburger and drink and spill stuff all over the floor and go into the back room and jump up and down and get their ears blasted out. This is a lot higher quality.”
Alright, this (dopey) entrepreneur is more than entitled to try and make a buck however he sees fit, but any characterization of the old Maxwell’s as either a) a punk/grunge HQ or b) biohazard-central is pretty off, especially the “dive” comments. By the standards of real dives, Maxwell’s was one of the cleaner, best maintained, more hospitable live music venues in the entire country. It’s mostly the booking that made it special, but the room itself was great (the P.A., especially). Was it a “punk” club, you ask?.Only the hardest of the hardcore. I nearly sprained my ankle trying to stage dive at a Richard Thompson show ( because the entire audience was sitting quietly on the floor and I kept tripping on people).
The irony is that Carr is dissing a place that by most rock’n'roll standards (at least those for clubs too small to have VIP viewing decks) was pretty upscale (yet very welcoming to all who played or attended). It’s very likely there’s been enough turnover in Hoboken that there’s few persons remaining who’d be offended at Carr trashing a local institution that generated so much goodwill (and curiously, a brand name he still wants to milk). But it’s not great P.R., and the Hudson Reporter’s willingness to let Carr’s claims run unchallenged isn’t great journalism, either.
The persons behind the Facebook group “We Are Darren Wilson” had promised to sell the above t-shirts at a St. Louis sports bar in advance of Saturday’s Game One of the National League Championship Series between the host Cardinals and the visiting Giants. At some point yesterday, they changed their mind.
“**Due to heightened threats/violence in the St. Louis City area our team will not be physically present at Barney’s** *SHIRTS-HATS-WRISTBANDS* update: If you’re local, pick up at Barney’s Sports Pub, 6027 Chippewa St, St Louis, MO 63109 (wristbands $5, hats $10, blue/silver badge shirts $15). If you already sent a check to Barney’s, we’ll still send your wristband by mail. Otherwise, we’re discontinuing mailings at this time. For a variety of reasons outside of our control, we were unable to continue with the red shirts. Thank you for your continued support of Darren Wilson and Law Enforcement!”
One of the “variety of reasons”, “beyond their control” might be use of the Cardinals name and colors without the permission of Major League Baseball.
For a mere $39.99 (marked down from $60), Touch Of Modern will sell you the above Citi Field blueprint, featuring “hand-drawn artwork of the park including a plan view, signature elevation view, and architectural details.” I am certain none of this blog’s readers would dream of using such materials in the planning or commission of a violent and/or treasonous act that may or may not bring a particularly evil regime to their knees.
There’s no truth, by the way, to the rumor Jon Koncak has offered to serve as Chief Diversity Officer for not one penny more than his average annual salary from ’89-’95.
Newark’s Bears & Eagles Riverfront Stadium was vacant this past season as the Can-Am League’s Newark Eagles failed to field a team after years of financial struggles. On Saturday, The Record’s Joan Verdon reports TV marketing maven A.J. Khubani (above), founder of Telebrands, the company behind the Pocket Hose and the Slice-O-Matic, is interested in bringing a new team to Newark. Verdon warns however, that Khubani, “has tangled with the Federal Trade Commission and the state Division of Consumer Affairs over advertising claims and practices, and in August the state filed a complaint accusing Telebrands of violating the Consumer Fraud Act.” So in other words, why isn’t he partnering with Fred Wilpon?
“As I get older, like most people, you start to think about their legacy and what they’re going to do with the money they’ve accumulated,” Khubani said.
“I’m a Jersey boy,” he said. “I love this state. The goal is to bring that team back and support it. It’s something that’s good for the state.”
Al Dorso Sr., one of a group of investors who last year acquired Skylands Park, a 4,200-seat former minor league stadium in Sussex County, and who is working to put a team in that stadium, said he wishes Khubani luck in his efforts but that operating a team in Newark is a challenge. “It’s a difficult stadium [to fill]. There’s a lot of competition. And they didn’t have a lot of community support. They really need the community behind it.”
Khubani said he is confident that he could develop some strategies to sell tickets in Newark. “I happen to have some expertise in getting people to buy things,” he said.
No matter how many titles Oklahoma City and K.D. might win in the future, they’re never match the meme-anticipating insanity of Seattle’s Predrag Drobnjak television advertisements.
The Connecticut Post’s Amy Graff reports clothing retailer Zara has taken a children’s pajama top off their shelves after someone pointed out, y’know, it kinda looked like a concentration camp uniform.
The Wild West-inspired top was meant to look like a sheriff’s uniform with dark horizontal stripes and a bright yellow star over the right breast. In fact, the word “sheriff” is emblazoned across the star, but in online images the title isn’t visible. Outraged Twitter users pointed out that the six-point star looked like the Star of David and the blue-and-white horizontal stripes resembled those on Holocaust prison wear — even though concentration camp uniform stripes were vertical.
After a social media explosion, the Spanish retailer with outlets throughout the world ditched the shirt and released an apology.
The top’s availability earlier this week is uncertain but many news sites are reporting that it was sold on a number of International sites including those selling to customers in Albania, Denmark, France, Israel, Sweden and the UK.
A little more than a year ago, Bleacher Report co-founder Bryan Goldberg’s attempts to “transform Women’s publishing” with the newly launched Bustle.com received widespread criticism, including the suggestion from this corner (“The Web’s #1 Content Farmer Finds Out That IUD Isn’t An Acronym For “Internet Underwear Deputy”) he was as credible a champion of feminism as Luke Winkie.
Fast forward to this morning, and Slate’s Amanda Hess surveys the commercial success of Bustle (rivaling Jezebel for traffic) and Goldberg’s skill in mollifying some of his more prominent foes (some of whom have not-so-coincidentally accepted payment from, uh, Goldberg). Still, while Goldberg has convinced some in the web world that he’s not the biggest creep on Silicon Row, Hess found at least one person unwilling to high five the man she calls “The Bro Whisperer” :
“It’s nice not having to code-switch as I would with a male boss,” one contributor told me of working with all female editors. A former intern described the office dynamic as an “all-girls summer camp feel,” where Goldberg typically stayed tucked away in his office, and the crew of relentlessly kind female editors “felt like counselors” to their young charges. In fact, Bustle’s office culture vibe is so by-women, for-women that one former contributor didn’t recognize Goldberg’s name when I raised it in our conversation. “I had no idea a man was behind Bustle,” she told me. “Weirdly, that makes me like it much less.” She had assumed that her low pay rate was the product of a fledgling female-run startup that had struggled to secure funding from venture capitalists. When I sent her Goldberg’s now infamous PandoDaily announcement, she looked at the headline and said, “There’s $6.5 million behind it, and this is what they’re paying me?” I told her that Goldberg had since raised an additional $5 million. “Jesus,” she said.
…but that doesn’t mean he can’t try. Days after the New York Times profiled São Paulo busing magnate turning record hound-to-the-extreme Zero Freitas and his efforts to snap up collections faster than his interns can archive ‘em, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette’s Scott Mervis reports Jerry Weber (above) of the legendary Jerry’s Records is keen to talk turkey. Or records for cash, as it were.
“I heard whispers about [Mr. Freitas] for years,” Mr. Weber says. “He was a little sneaky about it. He didn’t want people to know what he was doing.”
“I’m sorry to see the records leave, it’s kind of sad that they’re leaving our country to go to Brazil, but those records have been out of circulation. We weren’t allowed to look at them, they were too expensive to buy.”
Mr. Weber, who owns 2.5 million albums between his store and warehouse and has been featured on “best record store lists” as well as on the A&E show “Hoarders,” admits that he’s a bit jealous of the Brazilian operation, which he estimates at around 8 million pieces.
Not surprisingly, he’s conflicted about his collection, built over three decades, saying, “I don’t want to sell them to Brazil. I’m patriotic. I think people in Pittsburgh should be able to hear them. But I’d have to be a fool not to do it.”
He has five grandchildren, he said, and “my kids would never forgive me” if he passed on a deal like that.
Nonetheless, Pittsburghers shouldn’t worry too much about the disappearance of Jerry’s, because collecting is in his blood.
“I just turned 66, so I’ve got four, five years,” he laughs. “I would start all over again. The way I buy records, I could build it back up in no time.”