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I’m back from New York. Actually, I came back Monday night, but I’ve had a lot of work-related drama since then that I’m still recovering from. Also, my sleep schedule’s all screwed up, and my RSS feed has been overtaken by bloggy young Democrats. So expect more postings starting tomorrow, including the Lady Gaga essay I promised.
In the meantime, here’s some quick newsy things that I’m catching up on:
This awesome-sounding tour, which may be coming to a town near you. [via $pread]
Stefano DiMaria’s famous English son EJ might be the Soap Hunk of the Year. I’m starting to think I might agree. He is kinda hot by soap opera standards. [via Hunk du Jour, who normally posts shirtless pictures of shiny people I've never heard of but who went with Adam Levine and Barack Obama these past two days.]
Todd Solondz is making a sequel to Happiness, one of my all-time favorite movies. Although in general I don’t like really gross comedies, Happiness has both Cynthia Stevenson and a really funny joke about a Tamagotchi* dying. On the other hand, I hated Solondz’s Storytelling movie so much that I haven’t seen anything he’s done since then, including that movie where eight different people played Dawn Weiner’s cousin. [via Art Fag City]
Elisabeth Venticelli pretty much echoes all my thoughts about bleak Swedish fiction, the new Democratic applause-o-meter, and Miley Cyrus’s See You Again.
The Manic Street Preachers might be an interesting choice next time you need to teach a gender studies class. [via Condemned to Rock and Roll]
Banksy’s been in New Orleans. [via Wooster Collective]
Kris Van Assche would like to remind you of those Levi’s ads circa a wicked long time ago.
And, finally, my alma mater’s getting poppy.
[*I just had to look up how to spell Tamagotchi. Jeez, I'm getting old.]
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I mean really.
Or old Saint Etienne, I guess. A Xenomania’d update of Burnt Out Car will be released in mid-September, according to their Myspace.
I first heard Burnt Out Car when it showed up on a Saint Etienne best-of mixtape made for me by somebody on Lipgloss, the mailing list for Pulp fans, right around when I discovered the group after hearing The Bad Photographer on the radio. Burnt Out Car didn’t stand out much, but the whole tape was awesome, so that doesn’t mean much. And I like Xenomania’d anything, really, so I’m pretty excited about it.
A week later, another best of will be issued. Apparently it’s the first official best-of since 1995–I didn’t know they didn’t plan Travel Edition themselves–and will come with a DVD featuring all of their videos. Yay!
Anyway, here’s one of their most obscure songs, although one I think you’ll recognize.
Saint Etienne, I’m Too Sexy
(PS–I’m still waiting to get the hell out of here… Arrggggh.)
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Today: Luiz Trainini, unbending trees tracey thorn, oliver north boy choir, “michael phelps is gay”, tracey thorn, peyton eli manning naked
Yesterday: “michael phelps is gay”, kavic swim, phelps + kavic, flattop gay, “michael phelps” cock, phelps cock, “unbending trees” tracey, phelps kavic photo fina, “phelps kavic”
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I’m heading out this afternoon. I still need to pick up my laundry, go to a rally, test some speakers and DVD players, and figure out how the hell I’m going to be able to afford five days in Le Big Apple. Especially when I haven’t bought any clothes or records in months and months.
I have an essay-ish thing about the new Lady Gaga CD that I might post over the weekend when I get a chance, but other than that, C U Next Tuesday.
So, importing these songs just nudged my itunes folder to over 5000 songs. I guess it’s fitting then, that the song that did it was something off an album I’ve had for a long time but kind of forgot about until I reorganized and refiled all my CDs last week. My bedroom is so much more organized-looking now (despite the American flags, Santeria candles, unframed art and pile of beach sand which are still on my floor.) Naturally, I waited until two weeks before I start a new radio show to do that–and chaos will again ensue pretty much the day that starts.
Anyway, here’s this week’s mix. If you like it, buy it. Preferably from somebody that could use your money, and that actually likes music.
1. Johnny Cash, Kneeling Drunkard’s Plea
2. Cerys Matthews, Arglwydd Dyma Fi
3. BLOW, I Know Where There’s A Gaping Hole
4. Cast, Walkaway
5. the cranberries, Disappointment
6. Brandy, Can We
7. Elvis Costello, Leave My Kitten Alone
8. Belly, Broken
9. The Avengers, I Want In
10. Alkaline Trio, Blue Carolina
11. Fountains of Wayne, It Must Be Summer
12. Juliana Hatfield, Universal Heart-Beat
13. Dinowalrus, Photoshoppe
14. Hayden, Nights Like These
15. Echobelly, Something Hot In A Cold Country
16. Ellie Greenwich, This Kind Of Boy You Can’t Forget
17. Susanna And The Magical Orchestra, Enjoy The SIlence
18. Gene, London, Can You Wait?
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Is two parts gin, one part sweet vermouth, one part dry vermouth, and a whole strawberry.
My take on the drink, which doesn’t involve strawberries but does involve a splash of bitters, is currently nameless. Although I’m generally good at naming cocktails, I’m sort of at a loss for this one, despite the fact that it’s the drink I’ve made myself to take to bed every night this week.
It’s not quite a Palm Desert Boulevard, and I don’t think it’s exactly a Romp In The Hay. It tastes sort of like a Maud Gonne, maybe, but I feel like a Maud Gonne would involve Bailey’s. If I were naming it after a Saint Etienne song it would be a 4:35 In the Morning, but that seems sort of clunky for a drink name. It could also be a Panopticon, but I don’t think that conveys the deliciousness of this drink…
Ideas, anyone?
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Back when Heath Ledger was Not Yet Dead, I used to have a theory that he and Charlotte Rampling were the same person. So stony, so inexplicably popular, with dark eyes set way back in their sockets like they were both wearing very heavy, very pale masks.
Anyway, I don’t know if you heard or not, but Heath Ledger is No Longer With The Living, so it’s probably tacky to claim that he and Charlotte Rampling are in fact the same person. Especially when he’s getting all sorts of post-death buzz about his performance in The Dark Knight (which I still haven’t seen, since I only ever go to movies in the winter.) And now she’s in Babylon AD, alongside Gerard Depardieu and sorta-hot-in-a-Bulldog-face-way Jerome Le Banner and Michelle Yeoh and lovably hunky Vin Diesel. It’s directed by Mathieu Kassovitz of La haine and Gothika fame and based on the novel Babylon Babies by Maurice Dantec. Here’s the trailer and the poster, which looks like the poster for every movie ever.
I should mention that the only reason I know about this movie is because the book it’s based on was put out by Semiotext(e). I haven’t seen any trailers or anything, because the few things I watch on TV (lately limited exclusively to the Olympics and Days of Our Lives) don’t ever show any, and I never think to watch them online.
[PS--I'm sorry that my French has deteriorated to the point that I couldn't come up with a clever or particularly grammatical title for this post.]
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Karina Pasian, too. Sadly I’ll be in the backseat for the upcoming New York trip and doubt I’ll have any control over the music selection. So it won’t be like the last time I went to the big city, right after the Lil Mama CD dropped. It’ll be more like the previously non-existent time that I sat in the back seat and probably got car sick and leg cramps while the high-powered people around me all talk on their cell phones.
We’re also allegedly leaving at 3 PM, which I think means we’ll hit the worst of all possible traffic in Providence, New Haven, Bridgeport, Stamford, and, of course, New York itself.
Yay.
So, this marks my 250th post on the site. Woot! I was hoping that would coincide with my finally getting to 5000 mp3s on my computer, but I’m at 4958 and my computer is saying that it’s dangerously low on memory, so i may not actually make it to 5000. But, um, I just hit 200 Facebook friends. So I guess that’s something.
Anyway, that’s all. I sort of thought this would be a momentous post, but I can’t really think of much to say. I’m listening to Nelly Furtado’s last album. After two years and a month I still love the heck out of it.
Okay, back to work on the film festival…
