December 2009
78 posts
“There must be a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know...”
– the Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath. (Thanks, Ry.)
“Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss and shadowy eyes and blue-black hair...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Jelly Bean, from Six Tales of the Jazz Age.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-27) →
Yeasayer (136)
Ryan Adams (68)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (56)
Passion Pit (36)
Elizabethtown (26)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
… that ridiculous clusterfuck of Yeasayer plays in one week? Not surprising.
I forgot all about this, but -
- at Dubstep Circus the other night (an occasion all too sickkk in its entirety), just as things were winding down around 4, I remembered that I had a blue glow stick salvaged from the trenches of the tiled dance floor, chilling in my boot from earlier that night. Having no use for it, I flung it vertically into the air, and as I watched its descent I was anxious it would hit (and...
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makes for great times, and then great inconveniences after they’re gone.
“You can’t live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.”
- Bessie Glass, Franny and Zooey.
Better Things, Passion Pit; one of the best off...
Jesus Christ. →
The fact that this is so close to home makes it so disturbing. The fact that I took this very Amsterdam-to-Detroit connecting flight back from Germany this summer makes it even more so.
Wow. →
Remember that shit? I haven’t been on that site since middle school.
“I remember making love on a Sunday, like...
“You just think you’re the hippest motherfucker in town now, don’t you?”
– My mom. (via afez)
When he starts a sentence with “My mom was like,” it’s usually a good one.
Next time you're on drugs. →
uffiesbangin:
Mr. Oizo — Steroids ft. Uffie
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“we have what they all want, got the fam and the band all around, we goin jam...”
– Drew; Friday night rumpus to Saturday morning (afternoon) breakfast with all the right people where you want them. This (in a sense) is home.
wepostmusic:
M.I.A. vs. Daft Punk
New...
So long, so long.
I left State last week. It felt strange, returning my room keys and selecting “will not be returning” on the check out form. As much as I try to remember all the reasons why I wanted to leave (predominately due to the failing film program), I’m still reluctant to acknowledge that these last few months at State were the best ones. (Let’s not get sentimental, now.)...
