Indulge me one more cross post (which I guess isn’t even technically a cross post since I’m just linking, but whatevs, I’m exhausted). One of the things I never thought I’d be able to say is “Snoop Dogg’s entourage spewed champagne on me,” but, well, life is full of surprises. (I was too busy protecting my lens to get a photo of said spewage, so, in its stead, please enjoy this photo of Snoop strutting.)…
Okay, kids, once again I’ll be down at Music Fest this year, logging photographs and observations of the goings-on. I’m pretty excited since I’m actually getting to go all day, all three days. Usually I either have to skip a day or go down for partial days. Of course, I’m sure I’ll be sick of it all by the end of the weekend, because three days of anything is enough to make me spontaneously develop…
Usually Minglewood sports these neat purply black lights that kind of hurt my eyes as I pass, but tonight they were rockin’ the clown lights. I dig, a lot. Still never been there for a show. I thought for a long hard minute last night about buying tickets to the MGMT show in June, but then just as soon as I could think about that, I decided on a lark to go to Bonnaroo with…
Today’s anthem (sorry the video quality is so jankleicious): If there is a God (and I have been good enough), ze will reincarnate me as Kathleen Hanna next time around. Or at least let me make out with JD Samson a little.
Goddamn, this is good: 1:26-2:03 is my favorite part. That buzzing bug and the lyrics are perfect: In between What I find is pleasing/And I’m feeling fine Love is so confusing/There’s no peace of mind If I fear I’m losing you/It’s just no good, You teasing like you do HT: Randal’s shared items
Happy Monday, you magnificent suckers. You’re probably reading this while I’m fast asleep (it’s my Sunday morning — BOOYAKASHA) because I have set this post to, uh, post automatically at 8:15 a.m. Actually, I had my garçon’s intern set it to post, but just because he was all, “You never let me do anything fun!” Sheesus. Anyway, I heard this song for the first time in a long time yesterday (HAHAHAH, today, really) and remembered…
Love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me Then I’d know the force with which she adored me The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares When I wake up in screams, that’s how I know that I really care — The Blow, “The Love That I Crave” [Project 365]
MTV Shows Kind of the best thing ever, right?
I’d like to nominate this for official anthem of neurotic people everywhere: Up with caffeine and down with a shot. Constantly worried about what I’ve got. Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop and my confidence on and my confidence off. And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top and I think to myself that I do this a lot. World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes…
I have a real hard-on for this band lately: Also, I can’t stop using the phrase “I have a real hard-on.” This is problematic for obvious reasons. It’ll pass…
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