The video of this man singing Kelly Clarkson’s I Do Not Hook Up is a million years old now in internet years, but this is worth watching if you haven’t seen it yet, But mainly for the last five seconds.
As for the song, which is supposed the be the second single off Clarkson’s album, it doesn’t reach the amazingly wonderful heights of My Life Would Suck Without You, but it’s not actually bad, either.
Filed under: personal
I’m so very bored right now. Apparently now that I have a computer and groceries and a working television and no work I’m just going to spend my entire days trying to look at every porny thing in my Google Reader until I explode.
This joblessness thing is really fucking annoying.
Anyway, after the jump a survey of all sorts of things I’m sure you didn’t want to know about me.
(more…)
Nothing really exciting this week, though I wonder if the person searching for “video of my mom sucking me” really wanted to find himself as a result…
Today
having a spritzer with eliot spitzer
twodeadsluts wordpress
my boyfriend naked
“sophie ellis bextor nude”
video of my mom sucking me
Yesterday
slow sex dance
sexercising
ryan dempster tattoo
singer sarah connor -terminator
literature songs list
Sunday
coed naked hockey
flo rida nude pics
sex google street map
“pansy division” + “josh zuckerman”
lady gaga pubes
Saturday
“music for sex”
why do italian men cut a haircut on st.
rich franklin sweating pictures
jincey lumpkin nude
macedonian/escorts
Friday
karen o topless
boy pops a boner
karina pasian pics
“what’s love got to do” + marching liste
striper gay
Thursday
flight attendents unifom
nineties “forgotten hits”
joe rogan tattoos
nerdy glasses johnny knoxville
“follow my ding ding ding” lyrics
Wednesday
alicia keys drunk!
italian gay love songs
someone put my phone number craigslist
gay pics !glasses
love in a time of bird flu
Filed under: design of a decade, lists, music | Tags: 2001, design of a decade, lists, low
9. Low, Dinosaur Act
Socially, there were few highlights during my freshman year of college. I lunched weekly with the French professors and helped organize the film festival and that’s about it; I didn’t go to parties and didn’t really talk to anybody and lived in a very elaborately constructed closet where I made up a girlfriend just for something to do.
But at least I had a radio show, albeit one at a station run by indie fascists. DJs were continually reprimanted for playing too much Radiohead and not enough Pedro the Lion. When Low’s Things We Lost In The Fire was released they told us it was the second coming. Immediately I resented it, especially after it was the #1 album at the station for three months straight.
Then, of course, I actually heard it. There’s bleak music, and then there’s bleak music when you’re stuck on top of a snowy hill outside of Utica. It really was like the second coming! Low even played at our school, and Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker were cute and funny and charming. Sadly, though, almost nobody from my school actually went to that show; it was full of people I never saw before or since, cute boys with matted-down side parts and Rivers Cuomo glasses.
Low were less preachy than fellow Mormon Pedro the Lion, with whom they were touring. But they were no less dour. I often think it’s lame to talk about bands in the context of what city they’re from, but I have a feeling Things We Lost In The Fire really is the sound of Duluth.
Dinosaur Act is, I guess, the closest the album has to single material; it’s slow and plodding and kind of loud. But it’s god a hook, dreary though it may be, and it’s the standout track the first bunch of times you listen to it.
As much as I like Low, though, Things We Lost In The Fire; is their only album I can really get behind. Their earlier stuff sounds a little weaker to me, and I got really annoyed by the production on their later albums. (I highly recommend their b-sides box set, though. It’s totally worth whatever you have to pay for it.)
Low, Dinosaur Act
Bonus Tracks:
Low, Medicine Magazines
Low, Like A Forest
States I’ve Visited:
The ones I’ve spent any time in–at least four days, say–are in brown. Though that five days in Chicago did at least give me some grasp on the middle 80% of the country. More about that tomorrow.
Filed under: design of a decade, lists, music | Tags: 2001, a newfound interest in massachusetts, design of a decade, helicopter helicopter
[Sorry it took me so long to get to posting this; I'm dumb. Now on with the top 10 of 2001!]
10. Helicopter Helicopter, Bottom Of The Ocean
I’m really glad I started doing this project, because it gave me a chance to rediscover Boston quartet Helicopter Helicopter’s awesome 2001 album By Starlight. It’s so good!
I came across Helicopter Helicopter’s music in the local bin at Newbury Comics; I picked up their Squids and Other Fishes (1999) on a whim when I was going to Boston a lot and thought it was important to support the locals. (Funny that at the time I thought Boston was local, whereas now I go there maybe twice a year.) The group excelled at slackery indie-pop, singing about boredom and drugs but coating them with infectious melodies you’d get stuck in your head and starting singing aloud ad inopportune moments. But for all that I liked Squids and Other Fishes–and I did, quite a bit–By Starlight was miles better. Full of melodies that would make a Weezer enthusiast swoon, the songs explored adulthood in a way that seemed remarkable to me. (Mind you at the time I was twenty; in college, but relatively friendless and living with my parents and not old enough to drink my cares away.*) Bottom of the Ocean is By Starlight’s best song, and it’s sort of a culmination of all the dirty slackerdom that the group encompassed. You can’t not bop around to it, even as singer Chris Zerby sings jollily about bugs dying from apathy. In many senses, this was the last hurrah for Boston’s alternative movement. It wasn’t a hit or anything, but it came out on the local Lunch Records and it wouldn’t be wrong to lump By Starlight in with the girl-centric rock hits of the previous decade, from alternative groups like Letters To Cleo and Fuzzy to slightly weirder cult faves like Morphine and Jen Trynin.
Helicopter Helicopter, Bottom Of The Ocean
Bonus Tracks:
Helicopter Helicopter, Moveable
Helicopter Helicopter, Unfortunate
On the other blog I write for–the non-music one where I periodically mention Rihanna–there’s been a crapload of comments lately, all of which seem to be made by robots, saying things like “Chris Brown is a good person he does not have a history of violence..cant wait til this is over and he is with a new love” and “i loved this song wen i first herd iy. now i love it more” and ”I love you christopher brown.” They’re also all getting through the spam filters, somehow…
It was the first one that bugged me especially. I’ve been debating whether or not to voice my opinion on the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna thing and don’t think I can, really, unless it’s a really long post. And I don’t know if anybody would want to read that, or if that’s a dumb thing to do publicly anyway.
Today:
terry richardson penis
naked kate moss
lady gaga loving muffin
naked boxing
gay gaywads penis
Yesterday:
get it? safe … sex
” moppets and teens” magazine
what does this mean leather and jeans ga
karen o fake
“jenny’s boobs”
Sunday:
iran dissolver
dominican guys fuck hooker and film it
nerdy square glasses
“poke comin through”
huge list of gods
Saturday:
singing detective
wicked hot
olivia newton john nude
starfucker definition
canadian girl guide songs
Friday:
“damien crosse” and “drug”
steve prefontaine logos
lube it up
flo handy rar blog
your woman white town
Thursday:
barrett long
“rentdad”
boobar come back to me lyrics
dick comparison
is their a kalomoira sex tape
Wednesday:
big guy
skate up my ringy dingy ding i love you
sea of love phil phillips
mia had a baby?
average looking
Filed under: mixtape, music, this very blog | Tags: 500, celebrations, mixtapes
Some celebration is in order, as this is Mixtapes For Hookers’ 500th post. I know most blogs, if they get this far, tend to bore one with highlights and stats and whatever, and I’m going to briefly do the same. But first, a new mixtape!
I’m actually sort of in a rush, as I’m leaving for Chicago on Wednesday and I’m, oh, let’s say very far behind with my project. I’ll be pulling an all-nighter tonight and probably be working on it all day tomorrow.
But enough about me. Here’s some tunes for you. They’re largely inspired by the fact that I got Rough Trade’s 25th anniversary set and Cherry Red’s Forever 1999 compilation for $3.99 each at Newbury Comics the other day. (The Cherry Red one has Tracey Thorn, Everything But the Girl and the Marine Girls on it. Obviously I couldn’t resist.) The Momus song breaks the five-minute rule, and I’m sorry about that, but I’ve had that song going through my head lately. The mix as a whole is 59:54.
Side A (zip)
1. The Chicks, Jandals (Radio Ad)
2. Marden Hill, Cadaquez
3. Ainah Ahmad, The Look of Love
4. Alton Ellis, A Whiter Shade of Pale
5. The Bangles, The Real World
6. Momus, Flame Into Being
7. Benoit Pioulard, Triggering Back
8. Björgvin & Ragnhildur, Dagar Nætur
9. Lipps Inc, Funkytown
Side B (zip)
10. Electronic, Getting Away With It
11. Giorgio Moroder, Baby Blue
12. The Knife, You Take My Breath Away (Emmon Remix)
13. Bad Dream Fancy Dress, Foreign Muck
14. Aztec Camera, Oblivious
15. Sweet Sensation, Sincerely Yours
16. Felt, Penelope Tree
17. The Golden Hours, My Feet Beneath The Water
18. Mary Lou Lord, Some Jingle Jangle Morning (Original Version)
And now, for the stuff you probably don’t care about:
This blog was started in September of 2007, which means that I’ve posted more or less once a day for eighteen months now. Since it started (with Silent Pillow, a service I went with based on a Craigslist ad), I’ve switched hosting and now have two domain names (mixtapesforhookers.com and autonomyboy.com). According to WordPress I’ve used 493 tags, though in general I forget to click the ‘add’ button when I tag posts so most of them are unmarked anyway. There are 296 comments, the most recent of which is from an actual musician whose song I posted on my last mix. (!) My busiest day ever was in February, after I called someone hoity-toity and then she mentioned it on her Twitter. (And Melissa Gira Grant reblogged it, too, though I couldn’t tell if it was in a “hey check this neat blog out” way or in a “hey check out this jackass” way. Either way it was one of the biggest things to ever happen to this humble little corner of the ether.) Traffic’s been up lately, mainly because I once mentioned Barrett Long and he’s involved in some sort of scandal these days, though I actually haven’t paid any attention to it and only sorta recognize his name in the first place.
The mix above marks my thirty-fourth compilation, I think, not including the epic five-volume mix I made for my birthday last year.
And… that’s all. I’ve got some stuff to say about this Beau Breedlove nonsense, and also about a few more personal things, but I wanted to get this mix out before my trip. If I get a chance tomorrow or Wednesday there might be more, but I doubt it.
Otherwise, I’m on vacation until Monday. Happy spring, everybody.
Filed under: heterosexuals, music | Tags: awesomeness, franz ferdinand, videos
Not the best video concept, but expect this song to rocket up The Pop Chart in the coming weeks. I don’t think I’ve raptured here about how great Tonight: Franz Ferdinand is, but it’s far and away my favorite album of the year so far.*
Here’s the video for the second single, No You Girls, which is one of several amazingly wonderful disco anthems on the album:
Their first album was full of great singles and so-so album tracks, their second CD was better overall but didn’t have much in the way of standout tracks, but this new album is completely fabulous in every way. No You Girls (and What She Came For) are basically perfect, as is Live Alone, the song I’ve been listening to on repeat pretty much every day since I bought the album a couple of weeks ago. Also, I might just be dizzy from the album, but I think Alex Kapranos is also looking a lot cuter than he ever has before.
(*Since we’re about a quarter of the way through the year, I might as well make a top 5 of the year so far. In no particular order after the first one, it’s Franz Ferdinand, Yes Please, Iran, Lily Allen and maybe either Gliss or Julie Doiron.)
