Wednesday, December 21, 2011
International Pillowfight Day: A holiday worth having
I just learned of a thing called International Pillow Fight Day. Presumably all you need is a pillow and someone to hit with it. It all sounds very cathartic, though many innocent pillows were sacrificed this day...
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Christmas was better in the 80's
"The snow was deeper in the '80's, and everyone used to play."
My new favorite holiday song. The Futureheads will be a Christmas classic. I love the sentiment behind it, and it's a catchy tune.
Ahhh, the 80's...
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Oh, You Pretty Things.
Starman.
Rebel Rebel.
Young Americans.
This is David Bowie's very first day in the United States. Jersey to be specific. That's it, nothing else tying these images together. Just purdy, is all.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
"Rescued from Oblivion" The Spanish Tinge
Pitchfork: There's a song on the album that I like very much called "Back in the Crowd", and it's almost disarming in its simplicity.
Tom Waits: Well, that song was an attempt at some of the-- you know what they call it-- Spanish Tinge. It's actually a musical category, like "Under the Boardwalk" is Spanish Tinge. "It's Over" by Roy Orbison, Spanish Tinge. It was done in the 60s. You can still hear it, but most people don't even know that expression. [Los Lobos' David Hidalgo] put castanets and claves on it-- My wife had this melody on a tape recorder, just something she sang in the car or wherever, all by herself-- [sings a melody]. Like that. And I just rescued it from oblivion. Sometimes words are just music themselves. Like "Chicago" is a very musical sounding name.
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/features/interviews/8691-tom-waits/Saturday, October 8, 2011
kay neilsen illustrations
Lovely quotes from The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
"Her voice left the flavor of honey and gunpowder in the air"
"His chuckle sounded like matches striking."
"There was the smell of lightning about the unicorn when the woman had finished her spell."
"He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man--untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom."
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"I'll stuff you with misery until it comes out of your eyes. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams."
"Under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them."