Before we start with the pop cult vivisection, your Uncle Grambo would like to provide the FOW Nation with the handiest piece of info you’ll hear this week. Okay, say you’re a bit lost and you want a quick way to find an address or phone number. Rather than dial 411 or pop open your phone’s redonkulously slow web browser, try this hottness instead. Send a text to GOOGLE (466-453) with the name, city and state of the establishment that you are looking for. Within 10 seconds (give or take), Google will text you back w/the establishment’s address and phone number. Not only is it forFREE, it is also forREALZ. Technology! [credit: that random in the west village who taught The Senator and I this trick last night]

Now that you’re in possession of the handiest piece of information since Yahweh knows when, we can get on with the show. Bullet stizz. Natch.

• First things first. Take a look over in the first of the two right-hand sidebars. See that little section called “Catching My Eye”? Even when your Uncle Grambo gets to be the busiest busybody in the Eastern Time Zone (coming REAL soon), I will be sure to update that section at least a few times a day with prime time besteverness. Just so ya know.

• Second things second. While stranded in NYC this weekend (don’t ask), your Uncle Grambo managed to shake off the blahs long enough to catch a late Saturday afternoon screening of “Dead Silence.” While the film didn’t really deliver the kinds of scares that I was hoping for, I must say that it hit all the right notes when it came to setting the mood. From the use of the old-timey Universal Pictures production logo in the opening credits to the creepy funhouse score, the filmmakers hit the same kind of atmospheric notes in the film that you used to see during the Saturday afternoon Creature Features of the 1970s (yo Count Scary, holla atcha boi!). If yr into that sort of thing, “Dead Silence” is def worth Netflixing. Even if the twist makes no sense whatsoevs.
  RELATED: So! Jealous! of the “Dead Silence” swag that showed up on Lisanti’s doorstep.

• The Onion’s AV Club got Win Butler of Arcade Fire to break down why he broke his guitar on SNL a few weeks back, which you’ll recall set off massive reverberations in The Blogosphere™. [via Gawker]
  RELATED: Amy Poehler … Revealed! NY Times steez.

• The evidence continues to pile up pointing towards “Knocked Up” as the runaway comedy sensation of Oh Seven.
  RELATED: Your Uncle’s has already boldly predicted that “Knocked Up” will turn Katherine Heigl into America’s Next Top Sweetheart. But since it was posted during while this site was still in development, I thought I would resurface that buzz now. Obvs.

• Best interview evs? The Grizz interviews The Miz … now on video! Howevs, The Grizz loses points for not asking The Miz if he TF’d Coral’s bombs.

• Not watching Brotherhood 2.0 everyday? For SHAME. That means you missed your Uncle Grambo’s cameo AND John Green’s trip through the abandoned buildings of Dee-Troit. Easily the best vlog since Congdon’s tees got co-opted by Disney.

And finally, last Thursday night saw the much anticipated return of “The Showbiz Show With David Spade.” Everyone who’s ever read this here site knows how gay I am for “The Showbiz Show”; trust you me, last week’s episode did NOT disappoint. Although my fave bit¹ is not yet online, this segment entitled “While We Were Away” sums up the last six months in pop culture in fanfreakingtastic fashion. Sit back and laugh, yo.

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Getting hacked? Not so fun, especially when your “programming” expertise is limited to writing “a href” tags. Even after reading this forum, I still have no idear what happened or how to prevent it from occuring again. Buzzless. Anyway, onto the hottness…

Let me set the scene for you. So there your Uncle Grambo was, minding his own biznass with some friends at a lounge-y type establishment in SoHo on Saturday night, when I received a text from Lindsayism that said “What arcade f did kinda ruins them for me. I’m shaking my head. I’m disgusted, honestly.” You see, words this strong were CLEARLY meant to pique my curiousity about Arcade Fire’s performance on “Saturday Night Live” (see Nummer’s complete review). And so they did — I excused myself from the evening’s proceedings approximately 45 seconds afterwards and grabbed The 6 back home.As for what I saw on the DVR when I got home? Total besteverness, plain and simple.

You see, Lindsay’s original text was in reference to when Win Butler smashed his guitar after completing the band’s first song, “Intervention” (see YouTube link at the bottom of this post). While she felt it was “a cheap, unoriginal cry for attention” (that’s a quote), your Uncle Grambo felt it was one of the more impassioned moments that I’ve ever seen on live television. Not only was their entire performance built on equal parts conviction, honesty and vulnerability, it was delivered on the kind of emotionally raw plane that no other band in their generation seems capable of achieving (with possible exception of Bright Eyes). As for the guitar smashing, it felt less like a contrived piece of performance art and more like a genuine moment born of frustration and fervor after his guitar strings snapped during the song’s climax. But then again, Linds always tells me that “you love EVERYTHING”, so I’ll let the FOW Nation judge for themselves [thanks to Brooklyn Vegan for finding the vid below].

RELATED: The only thing better than Arcade Fire playing next year’s Super Bowl halftime would be if the Springsteen rumours are true!

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