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It just took me eight tries to remember my WordPress login. Uh-oh.
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Actually, though, the party’s a week from Thursday (the 12th).
We’ll be celebrating the new issue at Kings Cross on the Bowery, just about a block away from site of the seedy nineteenth century male brothel Columbia Hall, which features in the issue. We’ll have cheap drink specials, MR MORRIS (from Rhode Island!) doing the DJ business, and homework.
The party’s on the early side (7-11pm) because the idea of hosting anything until 4am is still so foreign and daunting to me. Which is funny, because it’s not exactly like we’re early-to-bed people. It’s free and open to all and people that live in at least six states will be there.
The story of my first-ever attempt at group sex is up now at Salon. I’ve already gotten one (very sympathetic) e-mail from someone else who went to one of the same parties.
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…Paul Newman!
I wrote a little blurb about him on the Tumblr. Also up there, since the last time I wrote, are descriptions of the hotness of a few dozen other guys, some of which are longer than others. (I can really go on about Ewan McGregor when prodded. Or not even prodded, I suppose…) And I interviewed Kennedy Carter and Jesse Jackman and Aaron Tone, whose name you might not recognize but who placed in the Top Ten of the Hottest Men Ever (so maybe you should know him.)
Expect more posting here soon, now that that’s over, and now that I’m in my generally-more-productive annual Lenten sobriety phase. I feel like there’s so much to catch you up on…
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More soon.
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Hello,
Just a quick note to apologize for the complete lack of posting lately. I’ve been a little busy releasing the new Headmaster and also starting work on the third issue (already!) but also I’ve been frankly a little dumb lately. My Drafts folder is more full than it’s ever been–thoughts about my personal life, about news events of the past month, about music that I’ve been listening to lately, about professional wrestlers that may have made me gay, about movies I’ve been and books I’ve been reading, and about the not-new-but-still-fascinating-to-me phenomenon of Ben Cohen (see above). But nothing is very good. I am going to be kind to myself and blame the disgusting humidity of a Rhode Island summer rather than blaming my personal woes or mental
To make up for these things I’ve been diving pretty deep into entertainment, reading two books at once and watching movies every day and pulling out old albums to listen to. In general this makes me more critical and makes me think more and will eventually (hopefully) snap me back to my old self.
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Happy Canada Day!
In honor of our neighbors to the north, here’s an impulsively-made top-ten list of my top 25 favorite pop songs by Canadians. Loreena McKennitt’s “The Mummer’s Dance” isn’t one of them, but I thought that deserved special mention because remember when that song was popular? Aiiieeee.
For the sake of your browser loading time I’m splitting this into three posts:
25. France Joli, “The Heart To Break The Heart” (1980)
“Come To Me” is her classic, of course, but I’ve always been a little more partial to the lead single from the Quebecois disco singer’s follow-up album.
24. Dragonette, “Take It Like A Man” (2007)
Dragonette, who are on the radio now, were a big part of my summer of ’07. At the time I was more into “I Get Around,” but multiple viewings of this video have made me think that this is possibly their classic.
23. Snow, “Informer” (1993)
Yes, yes, I know. But it’s so catchy!
22. Ashley MacIsaac, “Sleepy Maggie” (1995)
The nineties were so weird. Like when the modern rock/alternative radio stations used to play Enya, and Natalie Imbruglia, and Pavarotti duets with Bono, and weird bekilted Nova Scotian fiddlers with lady friends who sang traditional songs in a folk-rock style. This song is probably horrible, I have no doubt, but when I was fifteen I liked it so much that I can sort of still only hear it with those ears.
21. Bran Van 3000, “Drinking In LA” (1997)
My boyfriend has this album and still plays it. It was another odd, odd hit on modern rock in the nineties, a sort of “Scooby Snacks” for boozebags instead of stoners. The part where the DJ asks people to call in with the Bran Van guy’s favorite cheese is a highlight.
20. Finger Eleven, “Paralyzer” (2007)
Oh be quiet this is good.
19. Jane Siberry, “One More Colour” (1985)
Jane Siberry, who apparently goes by Issa now, is not what you might call a “singles artist.” However, her 1985 album The Speckless Sky is one of my favorites for zoning out to arty eighties pretension. The video is also something.
18. Hot Hot Heat, “Get In Or Get Out” (2004)
I thought Hot Hot Heat stayed good for longer than people gave them credit for (I like Elevator!) but this early song, which I first heard on some kind of British music magazine CD sampler, is still probably my favorite.
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[This is another one of those internet things that you're either tired of by now or haven't heard of at all yet. I didn't mean to spend half my morning writing about it, but here you go.]
Earlier this week The Grid, a six-month old Toronto weekly owned by Canada’s largest newspaper, published an article called Dawn of a New Gay, and boy did it upset certain quarters of the internet. A lot. Paul Aguirre-Livingston, the 24-year old writer pictured above, approached the magazine a while back with the idea of profiling the “post-mo,” the current generation of gays who are less into activism than their elders. What are they into, then? Mostly their own wealth, it turns out:
We’re tattooed and pierced and at the helm of billion-dollar industries like fashion and television. We vacation with our boyfriends in fabulously rustic country homes that belong to our parents, who don’t mind us coming to stay as a couple.
Now, let’s not forget that rich people are people too, and that they have feelings like anyone else. (Sure, they get cover stories for personal essays disguised as journalism, but they that does not make them inherently evil individuals.) And the writer is not 100% wrong. Lots of people have accepting parents and some of them even have parents with country homes that they are allowed to describe as fabulous, in print, without any editorial distance whatsoever. It Has Gotten Better, as they say.
But I was very bored and mildly annoyed by the time I was about a third of the way through Aguirre-Livingston’s 3,000 words. What a narrow worldview he has, I thought! He is writing a trend piece about himself and only himself with no irony or distance whatsoever! And there are so many bow ties! And seriously, does the world fucking need the word “post-mo”? (A: No.)
After a very, very jam-packed week I am looking forward to a few days of nothing and then this. Rumor has it that I may even show up in drag, something I’ve only ever done once before.
I may even have to play Zoli Adok:
The Deal sisters, Kim and Kelley, turn the big five-oh today, so I thought I’d remind you of the existence of “Off You,” my favorite Breeders song and one of my favorite songs ever written, basically. I’ve mentioned it here before, but it is worth repeating, particularly since the band’s 2002 Title TK album didn’t do particularly well commercially.
Many years ago, back in the era of flickering torch gifs, there was a website called RockInBoston.com, which was run by a guy named Joe Harvard. He had lengthy and (I thought) fascinating stories about pretty much every rock musician to pass through Boston during the eighties and nineties, and he had this whole story about Kim Deal and about how you should never, ever give her pot because she just wasn’t very good with it. When Title TK came out and there was that song “Sinister Foxx” about the iguana, and how in interviews she explained that the song was about how pot dealers always had pet iguanas that always seemed to be escaping from their tanks, I was genuinely confused. For years.
Two more Breeders favorites plus a Kim-led Pixies classic after the jump:
