I’m the one who makes the hot dogs
Ah, I miss Opryland. I remember going there once clad in my finest white spandex shorts.
Ah, I miss Opryland. I remember going there once clad in my finest white spandex shorts.
Thanks to Paul‘s Muxtape, I have a new favorite band.
Holy hell. I just had a chance to watch the Bush-endorsing-McCain press conference. Some thoughts: • McCain looks embarrassed, like he’s had to bring his father to Show and Tell and dad’s been slamming wine coolers and won’t shut up and keeps talking over him and saying what a great kid he is now that he doesn’t wet the bed or eat his boogers anymore. • Watch at 8:49 and see if you hear him…
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, an apocalyptic, poetic love song with a Kubrick reference and a double entendre in the title — “The Temptation of Adam.” Awesome. Too bad the video’s dark and you can barely see anything. Doesn’t matter. Just close your eyes and listen.
I just watched the replay of the Republican YouTube debate from last night. As usual, I have some poorly thought out and superficial observations, based on my incomplete viewing because freaking Headline News Local Edition kept cutting in to tell me about Hannah Montana and the cold front that’s coming. • WTF is Mitt Romney’s hair made of? Cellophane? Robot cellophane? • I have always had a soft spot for John McCain, even though he…
I’ve decided that Feist is kind of the lovechild of Cat Power and Charlotte Gainsbourg. I approve of moody brunettes (shocking, isn’t it?) caterwauling and panting lyrics about trees. It’s perfect music for a transition into fall.
My new favorite band, The Octopus Project: And some archive footage set to “The Adjustor”: Love me some instrumental spacecore dance pop.
Too, too funny. HT: Joe Powell via NiT (or would that be NiT via Joe Powell?
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