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this is who we are and this is who we've always been.
oh, stanny.
an interesting thing happened this summer: a rock group released a catchy, laidback song that captured the spirit of the age, the feeling of the climate and it slowly but surely charted its way to the upper echelons of the billboard charts. now let's remind ourselves that this is 2011 and not 1968, where that sort of thing was easy and actually quite commonplace. in the midst of the (hopeful) tail-end of this current electro-pop/electro-rap period where each song is tailor-made for the dancefloor, foster the people has managed to penetrate the stale culture and invigorate it with the kind of raw coolness that rock has been famous for, first hinted with the rise of mgmt, but now made glorious with the massive success of "pumped up kids." at #3, the song finds itself sandwiched in between the vintage ballad of adele and the electro symphony of lmfao, proving with its macabre lyrics, beachy whistles, shoegaze echoes, and sunshine harmony that america is yet again ready for a new great rock phase.
my favorite christmas/childhood movie. has the power to cure any depression or anger.
"but we know it doesn't happen that way and we don't lie to ourselves about it. maybe you won't ever find anybody you love. or maybe you find somebody you love four minutes, maybe ten minutes. but i mean, why lie to yourself? we know we're not going to love one man all our lives. maybe it's the bomb--we know it could all be over tomorrow, so why try to fool yourself today."
--jane holzer
what they did for globalization is bigger than any governmental policy.
there's something about postwar america that makes me absolutely giddy and delirious.
happy birthday sophia loren, mega-goddess.
"jane holzer is the most contemporary girl i know"
--diana vreeland
one of those amusing pre-counterculture sex comedies with jane fonda as the girl who wants it but wants love even more and rod taylor as the guy she meets one sunday on the bus and finds an adequate choice. it's bright, optimistic, and silly and has the same fluffy, lighthearted prewar feeling of many 90s films. best watched on a rainy day like this one.
been listening to a lot by this guy. his name was viktor zoy and he was the lead singer of kino, a soviet rock group whose unique post-punk sound was that of malt shop melodies mixed with whimsical synth beats and a slight echoing factor that creates a visualization of intimacy. he died young at 28, a year after i was born, but i would hope his legend lives on forever. i would love to put his music in a movie.
quite possibly the saddest american childhood tale.
we're, like, brothers.
i'm only but insanely jealous of his infamy.
croon much?
the early bird.
due to my perfectly healthy obsession with tcm, i finally saw goodbye mr. chips tonight. it's about a sweet teacher (played by doe-eyed robert donat) at a boarding school who incidentally falls in love (with the daring greer garson), loses his love, and becomes a revered figure amongst his mischievous ever-changing supply of students through the victorian years and up to the first world war. a charming movie that made me literally laugh and cry. the kind of thing that makes you think of the world and how precious life is. i'll never look at childhood the same way. no wonder they call it a classic.
selena gomez still works the shit out of dresses. britney is worshipped. gaga brilliantly plays drag king. beyonce suggestively rubs her baby-bump while jay-z glows. adele is profound. lil wayne wears tight pants. nicki minaj dresses like a harajuku druggie. katy perry attempts to have multiple wardrobe changes. justin bieber can't keep his lips to himself. tyler the creator introduces the modern counterculture. kanye west is sober. jessie j is the best house singer i've seen. wiz khalifa makes out a lot with amber rose. katie holmes comes back from the dead. russell brand anxiously eulogizes amy while bruno mars rocks out in memory. demi lovato looks beautiful. colton haynes is sex. pitbull and usher prove that what happens in vegas, can be performed on any stage. more than anything, this was the vmas that made me realize my generation has begun to dominate. the youthquake has indeed erupted.
we love too much without loving enough.
