hbo is always on top of their game. it’s not tv, mayne. in deep with the wire- wrapping up season 2. i regret half-assed watching this series the first go-round. treme, david simon’s new baby, premieres this weekend. familiar faces from the wire/the corner and a southern don’t-give-a-fuck john goodman. also, very excited for boardwalk empire. dreaming of buscemi speaking all gangster-like. “yeah, see, yeahhhh….”
i’ve been really obsessed with this dilla joints mixtape by the roots. also jamming this good “eldritchtronic” (“chillwave,” “glo-fi,” whatever made-up genre naming you prefer) mix.
really good article about grrrl power, media and enlightened sexism- girls gone anti-feminist. the guardian also has two good articles about privilege and modern feminism. interesting article about the proposed healthy media for youth act. and this article from the NYT is just plain annoying. female body hair as unkempt? are you kidding me? considering it poses no health risks, is the natural state of human bodies and is only criticized on women/feminine aesthetics, i find it ridiculous that it is even a topic of conversation. further proof that journalism is in decline. RIMSHOT.
don’t get me wrong- i will never give up on rock. it’s in my blood. my dad was embarrassed to merge his record collection with my mom’s record collection when they moved in together. after all, how can alice cooper and jackson brown possibly sit side-by-side? more importantly, how could he want to fuck some chick who actually spent her minimum wages on this sappy bullshit? it’s just gonna spell trouble down the road.
mom’s favorite bands: allman brothers, fleetwood mac, talking heads, dr. john
dad’s favorite bands: black sabbath, led zeppelin, supertramp, zz top
yes, we are the generation of nostalgia. records not cds, film not digital video, thrift shops not department stores. everything is always better 30 years ago- not so “fake?” “marketed?” “ingeniousness?” romanticizing at it’s best.
i can’t get into rock at the moment. maybe i don’t even know where to look anymore. maybe this epiphany is needed- maybe these “high status blogs” that can make this obscure noise notable are really just seeing exactly how much bullshit people will hype. one giant research experiment conducted by ex-college radio employees still not showering or shaving blogging from macbooks about “who’s who.” yet, i embarrassingly read it daily. yet, i’m always so over it. i remember rolling my eyes and thinking my folks were really lame for not knowing about modern music. “no, smashing PUMPKINS, mom. SHUT UP THAT’S NOT A DUMB BAND NAME!” maybe i’m going through musical menopause.
i’ve been listening to funk. soul. hip hop. rap. afrobeat. house. dubstep. electronic. everything else. it’s just more interesting at the moment. maybe this is an example of how your taste buds change after so many years. i used to hate spinach. i used to hate ketchup. and yes, in high school i even used to hate beer- now, i am spending laundry quarters on 40’s at the bodega. desperate times, desperate measures?
in my quest to waste time at my desk AND on the information super highway, i discovered a great chicago blog: gapers block. they featured this little gem, which will distract me from cover letters and dirty dishes in the sink.
apparently the gugg OK’d this animal collective/danny perez acid mind fuckery. friend’s response: “a good way to get some wannabe hipster pussy.” can’t argue with that, brah.
fuck the haters, i like sasha grey. the girl has a refreshing point of view… and have you seen her fuck?! just look at this tool interviewing her- the man can barely keep his pants clean.
"she be grabbin’, callin’ me biggie like shyne's home…” so ridiculous.
documentary on razorcake fanzine. d.i.y or die, dude.
i’m pretty sure i was figuring out why girls wore bras when i was twelve… not attending fashion week. i am pretty much in love with tavi. lil’ bitch dyed her hair gray!
crooks & castles always has good threads. SO MUCH WANT. it IS hard to think about summer/spring fashion when i’m lacing up snow boots.
recently visited northwestern university to see the 1960’s chicago art/political collective afriCOBRA exhibit. small acquisition, yet really amazing pieces.
title ix means improvements in girls’ education, work and health. thanks, patsy mink! equal rights… who knew.
obsessed with soul jazz records. someday, i will store the entire collection in my swanky loft and laugh over martinis about how i fulfilled my mid-twenties debonair wet dream. mark ainley is co-founder of dug out, new reggae re-issue label. Been listening to a lot of dubstep recently- i’m not sure what that says about my current state of mind.
speaking of wet dreams and hipster pussy, why i am just now discovering erotic quarterly jacques? visually… uh… stimulating. yeah, stimulating.
i really like the 2010 oscar nominated logorama by françois alaux/herve de crecy. LOL consumer culture. KILL YR IDOLS.
i will always and forever lovekathleen hanna. she is invited to my theoretical dinner party- hell, bring ad-rock, too.
and a very, very, very HAPPY DRE DAY! now sit back, relax and strap on your seat belt…
i can’t wait for “sir luscious leftfoot: the son of chico dusty” to drop. "shineblockas" is the jam (GUCCI!). also, check out "fo yo sorrows." people are all on andre 3000’s dick, but i happen to jock big boiiiiiii.
We will continue to grind and continue to hustle even in the midst of hate.
FINALLY- I’ve been waiting for this “pre-prision” mixtape. Then again, I am a pretty big T.I. fan. Think more “Paper Trail” kinda jams. Nice appetizer while we wait a year and a day, minus Kanye using his “Kinda Like A Big Deal” Clipse verse on “On Top of the World.” So nice you had to lay it twice? Whatever.