Having Conquered Music, LCD Soundsystem's James Murphy Turns to Java

Some greats of artistry and competition have that Michael Jordan DNA where once they've officially conquered their chosen field, they turn to a secondary field to continue to chase the high of total domination. You could probably argue that James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem "conquered" music—and since we stated as much in the article title there, let's go with that—before officially retiring with a series of much-hyped New York concerts last spring that even had a documentary about them and everything. Now, it's onto another, arguably more lucrative industry: Bean Juice.

Yes, James Murphy is getting into the coffee game—espresso, to be exact—and all of Brooklyn should be trembling in trepidation. (Can you hear the coffee cups rattling from where you are?) "I make a lot of coffee," Murphy said to the Grub Street section of New York Mag. "For my birthday, my girlfriend got me a training course with the world champion. That's what I'm going to do when I get back to London." His passion for java, Murphy says, will soon become a business venture, as he plans to "just go to a roaster who lives near me and start tweaking beans and temperatures... I have beans that I like. I like this sometimes and that sometimes."

Of course, this is a pun-courting development if ever there was one, and Stereogum asked their readers to share their best. The best was probably a tie between "Decaff Is Brewing At My House" and "New York, I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Grounds," but all we can think about is rewriting the entirety of "Losing My Edge." "I hear that you and your café have sold your Cappuccino machines and bought French presses. You wanna make something real. You wanna make a Macchiato."

Sometimes, the Maid of Honor Barks

Chicago Sun-Times July 11, 1992 | Suzanne Fields The bride wears green silk and a radiant smile. Her maid of honor wears a white chiffon scarf around her neck, and that's all she wears. The maid of honor, Tomasina Cassandra, is the bride's best friend, a golden retriever.

A quiet jazz piano plays as the guests arrive for the ceremony in the house the bride grew up in.

The judge talks about the wedding ring as "the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual bond that unites you." The bride wears a ring her grandfather gave her grandmother.

The maid of honor, who has been in ecstasy through the ceremony because the bride has been idly scratching her ears, gives a joyous little "wuff-wuff." Alexandra, my firstborn, is now Alexandra Fields Collin, wife of Carlos Collin.

This was a simple wedding with only 10 guests and it may not have the seal of approval in a Victorian etiquette book, but it was intimate, moving and modern. web site maid of honor

Everyone talks about the trauma experienced by the Father of the Bride. But what of the Mother of the Bride? She not only watches the new generation move on and away, but in an instant she must take on the ignominious title of mother-in-law.

Champagne melts the lump in the throat as new mother-in-law relives the memories "for better and worse" of how Alexandra suffered and triumphed as she learned to skip, ride a bicycle, master the times table and groan through adolescence.

Tis the season for idiosyncratic and "intime" wedding ceremonies. The president's daughter marries in a ceremony that newspapers and television commentators call "the stealth wedding" because reporters and photographers are not invited. How refreshing. The story goes that George Bush forgot his clothes, so his togs included a cowboy shirt, pinstripe pants, a blazer and a tie borrowed from the groom. maidofhonornow.com maid of honor

Anyone who watched Spencer Tracy or Steve Martin in "Father of the Bride" knows the pitfalls of extravagant weddings. It's not coincidental that the latest version of "Father of the Bride" takes place in California, where weddings grow to such expense that in a fit of fear for his own pocketbook, Daddy winds up in the pool of the groom's parents clutching their bankbook.

As it turns out, most weddings leave lots of room for happiness to follow. What does it matter that the maid of honor retrieves the bridal bouquet? Didn't someone say every dog has her day?

Suzanne Fields

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