Anonymous asked: What's the furtherest you've ever gone on a first date?
I don’t know, what do you think Chris Berman?
So many brilliant recurring jokes on this show.
So it’s just after ten, and I’m feeling a little bit bad about tonight. Not because I think everyone’s having loads of fun and I’ve missed that, because I still hold the fairly strong conviction that I’d be Louis Therouxing it (you know, when you’re not drunk enough so you start acting like a snobby outsider, observing the world but not participating in it), and I don’t really care about the opinions of most of the people going tonight. Is it a secret that I only go places so people can see how really excellent I am? Probably not. Not anymore!
No, I feel bad because I’ve abandoned one of my friends to some of the most obnoxious acquaintances I know. That’s poor form, right? It’s alright, I think I can taper my guilt by doing something productive and cool, like building a companion out of LEGO. Shit, don’t have any LEGO. I am so alone.
Reasons To Go Clubbing:
- Hanging out with friends.
- Dancing.
- Mild sense of adventure from wandering around the city while all the squares are sleeping.
- Pretty girls
- Crushing guilt from letting down all my friends if I don’t go.
Reasons Not To Go Clubbing:
- Can’t choose the music (and it’s usually shit.)
- Too loud.
- No avenue for conversation.
- Encounters with the opposite sex are transient and meaningless leaving one with a pervasive feeling of emptiness.
- The awful environment makes me hate everyone and myself.
Fuck it, I’ll just stay home tonight. Dress ups, sandwiches, a nice glass of wine and my choice of soundtrack. Yep, that’s all I need.
Dolly & Laura: Lesbian Mum ft. Noel Fielding
Luke: Might go for a drive.
Jake: Where you gonna go?
Luke: St. Elsewhere?
Jake: IT EXISTS INSIDE A SNOW GLOBE
Luke: Really? Which one?
Jake: THIS ONE!
Luke: It must be the best one.
Jake: It looks pretty good.
Luke: Well I don’t think I am driving there.
1700 went as well as one would hope. I’m excited to be in the control room doing vision switching next week, I feel like I’ve got the studio-side of crewing (cameras, set, floor managing) mastered. Getting to work with Scott again was fun, but it made me regret not being able to crew on Get Cereal TV.
Much respect to the oft-maligned Metro for having timely buses to ferry people to the inaccessible train stations after half of the line went down. Sadly this giddy buzz evaporated when I found out the inept fucking builder doing our bathroom let my dog out and he has yet to return. How are there people who are still ignorant to the fact that if you leave the gate open, the dog will get out? I think he’ll be alright, it just kind of ruined my night not knowing if he’s residing in someone’s house or pancaked on the side of the highway. It’d be some consolation if the builder showed some care or remorse, but he’s completely callous (and only shows up half the days he’s supposed to). I want to put sugar in that fucker’s gas tank.
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The Strokes - Ask Me Anything
I’ve got nothing to say, I’m in utter dismay, I’ve got nothing to say.
Ever despise one of your favourite bands the first time you heard them? Since I started listening to King of the Beach about a week ago, I’ve been thinking about accessibility in music. The first time I listened to Wavves, about a week after the release of Wavvves, I fucking hated it. I couldn’t make out any of the lyrics and all the distortion was really annoying. I just didn’t get it. King of the Beach reduced a lot of that distortion while still being distinctly Wavves, and I instantly really liked it. Then I went back and listened to Wavvves and started to really dig that too. I started to appreciate the melodies amongst the reverb, and it all sorta opened up for me.
I realise this makes me the worst kind of entry-level alt or whatever, but fuck that. Gotta like what you like.
A similar thing happened with Girl Talk and rap. When I was a kid, I fucking hated rap. I was really into all these punk and ska (!) bands, and rap just seemed like a bunch of illiterates shouting at each other about how totally awesome they were. Then Feed The Animals came out, with classic rap verses over catchy pop songs, and I realised that maybe rap was kinda cool. So I checked out Kanye’s Graduation, and was really knocked out by tracks like “Good Morning” and “Champion”, surprised to find that rap wasn’t all about glocks, forties, misogyny and bullshit bravado (sup DMX?) and started to appreciate the poetry of rap, too. Then I went to Erika and I was like “What do I need to hear?” and she tells me all about Lupe and Common and “if you want to start with Jay-Z, get The Black Album, not The Blueprint” and suddenly this whole world of music I’d never heard before appeared, all thanks to Gregg Gillis.
The point, obscured by these boring anecdotes, is that if you want to get someone into your favourite band, you might need to take an indirect route. Teach them to doggy paddle before you throw them in the deep end. It’s admirable to want to sonically challenge people, broaden their horizons, but if you can give them a little taste of what they’re in for, they’re probably gonna be that much more eager to talk to you about how much better looking Nathan Williams is than Ezra Koenig (jk they look exactly the same).
If anything, this supports the thesis that he’s the voice of the generation.
Just gonna change the name of my blog to “Reblogging Pitchfork Reviews Reviews”. It was nice having original thoughts for a while but we might as well expedite the process:
okay you know how sometimes you really love a song and you listen to it over and over and then one day you realize you have no idea what it’s about? so yesterday i was listening to this on-the-go playlist i made and the song Walk of Life by Dire Straits came on and it is probably my #1 absolute favorite song all-time i think, i know statements like that are stupid but it’s how i feel and i listened to it like 550 times according to iTunes and i realized i don’t know what mark knopfler is singing about!!!
This was “Stuck Between Stations” by The Hold Steady for me. I’d listened to Boys And Girls In America off-and-on for a few months, totaling like fifty listens, but never really absorbing it. The first line that tweaked for me was “She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend,” and I thought “Hey! My ex was a damn good dancer but wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend!” I mean, I was hardly the very model of a modern major gentleman either, but that’s not the point. When I looked up the lyrics and found beat poet references and “You’re pretty good with words, but words won’t save your life” and all the rest of it, The Hold Steady quickly became my favourite band.
“I was never really sold on Girl Talk. I’ve always felt he was third-rate mashup artist that just happened to stumble upon a zeitgeist when the mashup craze came along. To be honest, I’m still kinda surprised that he’s still famous.”
— Martin Douglas. I think that’s fair (by the way, totally open to suggestions on second- and first-rate mashup artists, MD), but he was the first mashup artist I heard and I still find Feed The Animals and Night Ripper super easy to listen to, so every now and then I’ll throw ‘em on and bop my head, y’know?
On the current state of referential culture via Girl Talk:
It’s like people cream every time they recognise something from our pop past. That’s why those shows are so popular, the VH1 programs: it instantly makes a person feel like they are part of something and simultaneously superior to those that don’t get the reference. It’s all very self-validating - and believe me, I am a part of it - but I think it really hinders culture from moving forward. It’s collective narcissism. We look back at a reflection that isn’t even really us, but we pretend it is, and no one knows the difference. But instead of giving the past credit, we pat ourselves on the back instead. It’s disgusting.
Girl Talk is the perfect analog for the current state of pop culture. He is thoroughly post-modern, reveling in the process of making new things from old things. I think it’s a great thing! If you start by admitting that everything’s been done, you’re free to subvert and comment, and make some pretty enjoyable music/movies/art along the way. Sure, it can be misused in the most crass, revolting ways (sup Date Movie/Epic Movie/etc.), but that’s true of any medium. I think there’s a lot of potential in the so-called remix culture.
“I am now off to peruse your blog fully!”
— Jillian. Her favorite breakfast meal is a Bloody Mary or anything she can put tobasco sauce on, and you should start following her immediately. Just read her front page! It’s really good!
Re: the quote, though: I react similarly to people telling me they’re reading my blog to people telling me they’re coming over in five. I start freaking out because everything’s so messy and awful. Blogs are a representation of the self, so if someone doesn’t like your blog, does that mean they don’t like you?
Via Firmuhment:
I chose this doodle because the rainforest is in danger and it is not fair to the plants and animals. I love everything except spiders and snakes, but I would still save them.
I’ve never really bought into the adoration of children, since the day I was born they’ve always seemed like stupid little assholes, but sometimes I enjoy the contradiction of their wisdom in naivety.
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