bor. rowed. time.

love shitty things? check out the David Bowie bootleg Dallas Moonlight. on April 27, 1983, Stevie Ray Vaughan joined Bowie on a soundstage in Texas to personally destroy 29 of Bowie's greatest hits. wherever you stand on the Bowie fence, I defy you to make it all the way through this “bluesified” version of TVC15 without shuddering your headphones off.

and before any of you try to deflect the trauma by making jokes about cocaine descisions (we've all been there), remember that Bowie’s coke phase was in the mid-70s and was more or less excellent. this has nothing to do with white lines and everything to do with smoking white grooves. if the breathy jazz version of Jean Genie doesn’t give you chills just wait for the monumental jizz-off at the end of Star.

statutory grape

so finally, epicly, It's confirmed where I am moving to in June. here in providence, downtown-ish, sorta kinda, a 3 floor house with 8 people, puppies, a garden, and weekly family meetings and dinners. who can I thank for the hookup? sweet sweet alex from seven stars, who scarily enough, is a lot like me. her cat is named 'bodycount' (Ice T ref) for chrissakes. I've accepting having to leave behind some of the amenities of the really nice apartment I have right now. however, I also accept paying over $100 less a month. oopsy doops. looking forward to all the new friends and situations I will find here!

*and I've been way behind in my celebrity news, but um, put this is the 'least surprising thing ever' file: michael jackson has skin cancer. oh really? dude has probably put everything on his face from searing hot barbeque sauce to flaming sparks from that pepsi commercial, to brooke shields' pussy. being white is just that desirable.

**um also leaked nude pics of rihanna, obvs from chris brown and his camp. normally 'leaked celeb nude pics' mean nip slips in the ocean or rump shots from calendar shoots. but rihanna is straight bent over from behind and you can see her ladyfingers n' stuff. plus her boobs (nipple ring, plus one) and abs (minus 1). this is what jay-z jerks off to while beyonce is off pretending to give a shit about kids in hospitals.


**also, youtube or google the clip from a recent weezer show, in which they cover of kids by mgmt, with a pokerface by lady gaga INTERLUDE people (plus rivers in funky shades). who out of those people should be ashamed? I'll just wait for Mark D to start that weezer cover band.

*** in predictable-hipster news: I am majorly feelin' the new Wilco and new Grizzly Bear albums.

***less predictably, I have boy drama. man drama. little sister baby mama drama. no no no.
let's all just listen to 'Brick' shall we?


TELL YOUR FRIENDS 'PEACE, LOOK, I'M BOUNCIN'

the ironing is delicious

from the desk of the hilariously ironic:



this picture of Billy Corgan and Tila Tequila from Bravo's A-List Awards.........

I don't even know what the A-List Awards are, and I'm a pop culture junkie. what are they doing at any awards show? why do they look so happy? does Billy have a mustache? I mean, one is famous for fucking both chicks and dudes on mtv, and the other is famous for fucking himself so many times he's no longer on mtv. just sayin'.

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I played frisbee for the first time in 3 years today. I suck at it. it is very fun. I understand why dogs are often animated in cartoons doing this.

I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you

first and foremost: I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together.

secondly, and in the background: I am made of hard rock and blue sky and I will live this way forever.

thirdly, and way far way: there are a few things that are definitely next-level right now.

* the fact that my crazytown hilarious beautiful depressed younger sister has taken the 'failed child' label away from me by moving in with her unemployed, drop out boyfriend halfway thru her senior year of high school. The H is O! this actually really sucks, but it's nice to call home and have my father speak to me like a human versus a cylon for once. roswell that end's well!

* finding someone to do a Wear Dare with. A Wear Dare is when you take a friend/lover/mortal enemy to the thrift store, and you each pick out five of the ugliest, most chronicles of ridic outfits you can find, $50 total maximum. obvs you can reuse items, or set a lower budget. now for the week, you and your friend have to wear the 5 outfits: no wussing out, no explaining what you're doing if people ask. no matter what the event. we're talking button-down LAN party flame shirts people. denim overalls, Life Is Good tshirts, SHORTS. on your mark, get set, CLOTHES! so, any takers? trust me: I will find someone.





* I watched I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, the Wilco documentary last night. shit was too hot! I was diggin' on the fonts, the editing, the tuneage, and of course I was lovin' me some Jeff Tweedy! he is soooo00000oooooo dreamy ladiez. I hadn't heard any screamage from him like some of what was featured in the doc. TMI alert: I had a dream of sexual nature about him last night. we were marrieds and in love and he wrote a song about me that Rolling Stone cited as extra good in their review. now, Rolling Stone suxors so why I fantasized about this is super gross and pretentious. hey kinda like me! next on the movie plate is either Palindromes by Todd Solondz (also on my list of Most Dangerous Movies to review) or Helvetica, a documentary about the font, graphic design, and culture.


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Got a box full of letters
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see
But they're all addressed to me

Wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I got a lot of your records
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear
But I guess I'll give 'em back

I wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
All these questions
Being directed at me

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

read music speak spanish

I suppose normally my posts have some sort of rhyme or reason, but the rain has seeped into my brain and I am just going to write some random junk, which is really all this blog is anyway. that'll do pig, that'll do.

lez start with this band I like. okay with you? on kanine records (grizzly bear, chairlift) Drink Up Buttercup "build you up with the post-Beatles harmonies of the La's and the post-Beatles surrealism of Electric Light Orchestra or Super Furry Animals." okay nothing could ever be that awesome, but I can dig it! their single 'Mr. Pie Eyes' is certainly worth a listen if any of that strikes your fancy. you won't get burned. okay you might get burned if you're one of those folks who 'knows' about 'music'.

the widget may or may not show up below, because this computer 'belows' heh, but if not google the bitch.

bold statement alert:
I like Ricky Gervais' 'Extras' more than 'The Office' (uk). wowza! credit to Mark D for letting me borrow the series. it will be rewatched many times.

** Thom Yorke recently said something super cool. duh. Miley Cyrus publicly (on Ryan Seacrest or something) was complaining about how at the Grammys she tried to meet Radiohead but they ignored or said no to her request for a private meeting. Miley said 'they will pay', and I assume she didn't mean for any of her shitty walmart merchandise. after the public bemoaning, Yorke replied that "Maybe after a few more years of life Miley will learn not to have such a sense of entitlement".

I love this. I feel with my generation as a whole (although I guess Miley is not considered my generation) there is a HUGE sense of entitlement that only gets worse as we go along. what exactly are we entitled to, I don't know. nothing.


also, if you love me, buy me old issues of sassy from ebay. kthx.

'an interesting intersection' or, 'how I can still be eco-friendly while selling my art to an insurance company'

so here's a semi-interesting modern tale:

about a month ago I got hip to this new esurance commersh (the ones with the gross animated ads featuring people who look like tackier bratz dolls and a bizarre super-hero backstory) prominently featuring a song by a band, Cloud Cult. the ad is basically just a mini animated music video and doesn't even really mention insurance. the song, 'Lucky' is pretty tacky too, and the band's name is splashed on the bottom of the screen, labelled as an 'Esurance Favorite', like the cats at their offices fancy themselves indie rock connoseurs. 

fast forward to a couple weeks ago when I was in Mark D's car, cd's typically strewn everywhere, on the way to nowhere in particular. mid-sentence, I exclaim 'omg, you have the cloud cult cd!', and then he asks me not to change the subject. but c'mon it was really weird to me that he had that cd. admittedly, my pal has a very very eclectic music taste, and he has a great time going back and forth with his friends about the hilariously bad music they used to listen to, or rediscovering old gems from high school. I knew nothing of Cloud Cult other than that ad, and immediately thought they were one of those throw-away type bands and I wasn't sure why he was listening to it, except maybe as research for a future conversation at Tortilla Flats. 

on the excruciating 2 hour long ride home from Frightened Rabbit, the truth was uncovered: Cloud Cult is actually an experimental, extremely eco-conscious indie rock group from Minnesota, one that his band The Brother Kite saw at SXSW and is revered by a few of the guys. fittingly enough for a band with a song in an insurance ad, these guys have a bunch of sincere gimmicks, if such a thing is possible: they feature people within this collective painting onstage along with the music, producing a finished painting at the end of each show. the lead dude also has his own record label, embarassingly called Earthology Records, which he runs on his organic farm. they tour in a biodiesel van, keep track of their carbon footprint, and everything having to do with the band is recycled, etc. basically Cloud Cult makes us all look like assholes. 

I really wanted to know how and why the Esurance commercial came to pass. according to an interview with aforementioned lead dude, they've gotten tons of offers over the year to liscense their music out, but because of the stringent eco-ethos they have, they had to turn it all down, despite the much needed money. Esurance apparently asked them, dude did some research, and felt like he could support the company. Esurance had helped make a fest the band played earlier 'green', and also became the green-sponsor for the band's current tour, paying for the bio-diesel and picking up the tab for the carbon offset. 

I guess my cynical self can suck it, and we can all ethically jerk off to Erin Esurance now. I mean, there is really nothing negative I can say about this, and I look forward to seeing the Cloud Cult documentary coming out later this year. 

if this blog was tv guide, the song would get a jeers for being kind of lame, but the story in general would get a cheers. here's to next levs.

joy!

"Watchmen fans rejoice!

The Fox vs. Warner Bros. dispute that threatened the theatrical release of the flick has been resolved!

On Thursday night, the rival studios confirmed that they've reached a confidential deal and the long-awaited movie will be making it onto the big screen.

Watchmen will be in theaters on March 6th."

yeeessssss!!!

and with that, I'll leave you with this piece of gloriousness:

most dangerous movies #2

another movie off of the 25 most dangerous list:
Dancer in the Dark (2000)


dancer in the dark is one of those movies that either makes you lose all faith in the entire human race and shove your head in the oven, OR, reignites your wonder of all the beauty in the world and reminds you that the meaning of life is simply that it ends. therefore, this movie is great! not many flicks can illicit that kind of duel emotional response. it makes you angry, sad, and then angry again.

on the outside, this could appear to be another tale of a weaker-willed character struggling against all the evil in the world, but I see it as so much more. DITD combines elements of documentary-esque storytelling/cinematography, straight drama, and of course musical. oh and bjork in the lead actress, and the one doing the most of the singing. oh hai, BJORK. only a woman responsible for some of the most quirky, unpredictable and enchanting music ever could pull off selma. sure, chicago is a musical (and a decent one at that), but this is cut from an entirely different cloth. somehow, bjork manages to make even industrial music seem soft and lit from within.



I don't know wtf this picture is but it makes me laugh......NEWAYZ

a quick synopsis from imdb:
Dancer in The Dark tells the story of a single mother, Selma Jezková (Björk), a Czech immigrant living in Washington State (though shot in Sweden) with her her son, Gene Jezek (Vladica Kostic). They live in a trailer on the property of town policeman Bill Houston (David Morse). Selma and her friend Kathy, whom she nicknames Cvalda (Deneuve), work at a factory and go to the local cinema together to watch Hollywood musicals. Selma is pursued by a timid coworker, Jeff (Peter Stormare). She suffers from a congenital eye disease which is gradually causing her to go blind. She is saving all her money in a tin can to pay for an operation which will prevent Gene from suffering the same affliction. Selma frequently falls into reveries involving elaborate musical theater numbers. When Bill steals all of her savings, Selma Björks out (with the help of a gun), seeking her own justice in a corrupt world.

I don't really have any negative criticisms of this film, which is very unlike me. I love that bjork was totally emotionally drained after her role, because bitch killed it.

the director, lars von trier, founded this filmmaking style called dogma 95: "the goal of the dogma collective is to purify filmmaking by refusing expensive and spectacular special effects, postproduction modifications and other gimmicks. The emphasis on purity forces the filmmakers to focus on the actual story and on the actors' performances"....

so apparently the handheld camera and other lo-fi techniques are part of this master plan. this type of filmmaking definitely fits in with the marxist tones of DITD (seriously, reread your abridged marx theory and compare folks, shit is next levs).

watch dancer in the dark if nothing else than for bjork's performance. she's in company with bowie as one of the few musicians who can also act.

5/5 stars!

hollerday wishlist part two

dream item number two

the book, How Sassy Changed My Life

sassy was a women/girls magazine from the 90's that instead of posting shit about what your guy's sleep position says about him, and articles about the fucking jonas brothers, wrote third wave feminist articles about the stuff the cool girls were into: sonic youth, 'cute band alert', kurt cobain and courtney love on the cover, riot grrrls, interesting style, chloe sevigny, etc. sassy's ultimate cute boy was lou barlow, not zac efron. for child of the 90's such as myself, this is essential, and represents everything I still love. basically, shit is too hot.