Scuffed Dimes March Hard
The new year has started, FD's two-year anniversary will soon be upon you all, and there are a few orders of business:
We wants ads.
As of right now, FreeDarko is willing to put paid advertising on the site. We've got no formal rates or parameters, but any interested parties should feel free to approach us. I'm sick of doing this for free.
George Karl and Allen Iverson are kindred spirits.
Walking paradoxes with immense egos. I can't really say much more about it right now, but the Brown/AI experiment makes this more, not less, likely.
The Recluse is readying us for "Blunt Ashes 2."
He was so serious about me mentioning this:
The son of music legend Lou Rawls is suing the son of Motown legend Marvin Gaye, claiming he was attacked by "four large dogs" during a visit to Gaye's Hollywood home in 2005.
I answer the critics.
I swear in this coming year to be less self-referential. Or maybe just less thin-skinned. In either case, as a last hurrah I wanted to answer two remarkably wrong-headed attacks on FreeDarko I found on the internet. Yes, I google my own blog sometimes. No, I'm not embarassed about it.
From the comments section of Reviewera:
When we both know full well, when our brains aren't clotted with 'cho grease and Jim Beam, that FreeDarko is nothing but a whiter, more transparent, more prolific, and wholly inferior version of Chauncey.
Chauncey: best titles ever:
"I am the motherfucking shore patrol, motherfucker!"
"high like giraffe ass"
FreeDarko: worst sentence about anything ever:
"we're trying to link basketball with Destroyer"
To preface: I have nothing but the utmost respect for Billups, and fully credit him with inventing whatever genre FreeDarko inhabits. Last I checked, however, we were trying to do very different things. Sorry if this is a little too "white" for you, but he's the Stooges to our Beefheart.
People who don't recognize "high like giraffe ass" as a quote have no right to call FD "white." And if you didn't like Destroyer up until Your Blues, you probably wouldn't like FreeDarko.
Which brings me to my other target: some guy commenting on True Hoop, a while back:
I was a huge FreeDarko fan for about 2 weeks, until I realised they epitomise the style-over-all method they constantly rant about (the NBA being a superstar's league, 'domination-through-style' etc.). Unfortunately, these guys don't seem to realise that they, like the Jordan pretenders they so happily mocked a few months ago, aren't Ralph Wiley, and not even Scoop Jackson or Bill Simmons. Like the supposed Jordan-aires, their game is style-over-substance. Quite often, they rant without reason, finding cause for fluffy 2-thousand-word columns that forget their thesis in the hyperbole.
It's a massive shame, because I was really ready for someone to fill Wiley's void, and I feel cheated.
We've always insisted that style the "how" of substance, that one's style is inseparable from the kind of substance they're looking to achieve. A player's identity as a competitor is part and parcel with his style; style is a means of highlighting his approach to the game, of making it explicit and feared.
That's how it should be with writing, too. Sportswriting doesn't really get into this, but plenty of other shit does. If there are ideas you want to convey, you damn well better embody them yourself. Our favorite teams and players are almost all hyperbolic, prophetic, and prone to excess; why wouldn't we write that way? Why would a blog inspired by Nash's Suns specialize in rigor and exactness?
That was shoring up our image for any potential advertisers.
Expect a real post in 24 hours or less.