r.i.p.

r.i.p.

on the tombstone in slaughterhouse-five:
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

this just in...

another video for the video break!

break for love

i'm tired. i'm sick. i'm sick and tired. spring feels like it's never really going to get here. so cold, so cold!

time for a video break.

please enjoy.




young folks... this song is everywhere right now, i think because it feels fresh and happy and not jaded.



sigh, the noisettes are doing *everything* right. this is what my punk band (mittens and valium) will be like when i find some people who play instruments.




matt & kim: can you watch this video and *not* smile?

incidentally, the flosstradamus remix of this track is great too.


last one:



supposed to be seeing placebo tonight if i can stop blowing my nose and feeling like crap.

looking good....

my swing dancing instructor and his girlfriend are on the sartorialist... looking good!

reach out and touch faith

well one thing that happened last week was i had to pack up my cube since we're moving to a different floor. i had to take down all my tearsheets and pictures. not sure which ones will go back up yet.



i used flickr notes to annotate this one, click here if you're interested.







friday we found ourselves in chelsea in the middle of the night... hit the smiths/depeche mode party where the music was good and the boys were cute...















saturday i recovered by watching seriously bad movies. i wish i had taken pictures of the screen - in beyond the valley of the dolls there are so many insane moments that ought to be documented. maybe i'll do that soon since i OWN this ridiculously bad film.

sunday: all about food. started with dim sum in chinatown...







... and ended with steak at the palm steakhouse. jesus would have wanted me to have filet mignon.





i passed on blasphemous joke at dim sum so on my way home i bought a saint for 50¢ to cover my bases.



track of the day: depeche mode - personal jesus (boys noize rework)

{i will deliver; you know i'm a forgiver.}

kiss my asp

watching steven's untitled rock show on fuse is like my porn. boys in bands and rock videos you never see anywhere else. so steven was interviewing socal band saosin and suddenly one of the band members caught my eye. his *lips* caught my eye. guitarist justin shekoski has something i find inexplicably hot - maybe because it draws attention to an inherently sexy spot. justin has snakebite piercings. what's that you say? snakebites should be your new boyfriend??? what a fantastic idea!

okay so let's see what we have here...


justin from saosin.


see also:


mike herrera from mxpx.
i interviewed him at two different warped tours; in addition to being dreamy, he's the nicest guy in the world.

see also:


sonny moore, formerly of from first to last.

okay, that's enough.

team snakebite!

sssssong of the day: duran duran - union of the snake





to see all your ex-boyfriends, click here.

the view from here

track of the (rainy, slow) day: teddybears (ft. neneh cherry) - yours to keep

notable/quotable

halle berry on benicio del toro:

"Let's not even talk about Benico. He's good, sexy and he's got that thing. Some actors have it. They walk in the room and the molecules in the room change. That would be him."

from an amazing (translated) interview with björk:


On Medúlla, you wrote "nor Bush nor Bin Laden". Do you feel this is even more urgent nowadays ?

We've been terrorized for more than four thousand years with these organized religions! Earth exists for more than four billion years, I think she's able to defend herself against those tiny four thousand years...
This idea, that we cannot live without orders from the left hemisphere of the brain, by completely neglecting the animal part, the pagan, the physical and the natural one is absurd. How could we neglect nature and become rolled up by the Bible or the Koran? How could we obediently allow this outrageous 12 month calendar with months we don't know if they have 28, 29, 30 or 31 days? The body, it knows there are 13 months: women bleed thirteen times during the year, there are thirteen full moons. But Christianity doesn't tolerate the 13th. By deleting this number, it imagined itself stronger than nature. Skyscrapers in New York don't have the 13th floor: that informs so much about the influence of this religion on that country. Even in Iceland, men imagined themselves stronger than nature and start building large dams, in this country which used to be considered as the purest in Europe... Volta, it's a comic horror film: I dream in it that one day nature is going to revolt... I see it, walking heavily and noisily down the streets of New York, entering each building and handwriting a "13" in the lift shafts. It's been four thousand years since she's been asleep and was letting the others do what they want to do with her. But now, it's over: we need to admit that we are only a tribe, who has to live with nature, has to forget its presumptions of civilization and cleanness. We are fundamentally pagans and we'll need to take that under our account.



track of the day: taking back sunday - my blue heaven

(I'm both a patient boy... and a jealous man...
We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing
"You're safe child, you are safe")

out of context but still in my mind

classic weekend in new york conversation snippets:

at the half king: "she wasn't a drag queen, she was just a hooker."

at brite bar: "it's not about you, it's about the light fixtures."

at glass: "i wish i could drink champagne every day." "you can!"

case at chinatown brasserie: "stay black."

waitress at bowery hotel: "arigato!"

at 205 club: "if there were like, 30 fewer people here, it could be fun."

at 151: "but i think sheryl crow is hot." "i want a boy with snakebite piercings."

at b bar: "remember the thyme?"


















track of the day: the fratellis - creepin up the back stairs

Was there when your best friend said
"Sweetheart, I'm just here to get drunk again"
I wouldn't move if I was you
I wouldn't wanna caught when the lights go out
She said "You think you're so special"
I said "Sunshine I'm just just bored I'm just checkin' out"

we're not hitchhiking anymore. we're riding.

you're not like the others... you like the same things i do.


{i used to love those two}

There is something wrong, and there is something right

my new fave song:

the bird and the bee - fucking boyfriend

meet me in the hotel for the key party

tuesday night was another magical night in new york. gorgeous weather, running into friends on the street, meeting at the gershwin hotel for a performance of the key party, pix in the photobooth first (are photobooths following me? or am i just noticing them more?), workhorse and the silver fox arrive via vespa, andy warhol in the lobby, sitting in the front row, giggling, passing the flask of maker's down the line, aquanet and a toy airplane on the stage, horn section and washtub bass, "his blacks don't match," tequila and red meat as post-show treats.

{the music? like if tom waits had a kid who dropped out of texas military school with liver damage and crabs. i told darren this, and he replied, "can i quote you?"}