Way back in 1972, Joni Mitchell introduced her brand-new song to the audience like this:
“You see, I’ve never had a hit, so I decided that…” (Awww!) “No I haven’t, I haven’t had a hit, I mean, I” (I haven’t had a hit!) “(laughs) I haven’t had a chance to, like, watch any, like… I, I [...]
A dark November thriller : Lisa Hannigan presents her song “Knots” in a video that picks up on the paramilitary game of Paintball to present the everyday wars fought out in a relationship gone bad. It seems also to evoke the archaic and horrorific stoning of a woman who has lost her man. The video [...]
Bollywood meets the Beach Boys. Off of “Helplessness Blues”, released some time last spring when I wasn’t paying attention. Thanks Thomas.
Fleet Foxes: Grown Ocean (Robin Pecknold)
In that dream I’m as old as the mountains
Still as starlight reflected in fountains
Children grown on the edge of the ocean
Kept like jewelry kept with devotion
In that dream moving slow [...]
Wow. Unbelievably hypnotic. Eamonn, again. Review on Pitchfork.
Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name
Open up a beer
And you say get over here
And play a video game
I’m in his favorite sun dress
Watching me get undressed
Take that body downtown
I say you the bestest
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on
Go play [...]
The wonderful singer-songwriter John Prine turned 65 yesterday (thanks Eamonn).
“Dear Abby” was an advice column founded in 1956 by Pauline Phillips under the pen name of Abigail Van Buren, and was syndicated in the Washington Post. Or was it in the evening paper, the Evening Star (later the Washington Star)? We got both. I never [...]
What a beautiful film. A social fairytale about a shoeshiner, his wife and friends in le Havre, and a refugee who happens into their midst. Breathtaking. Sidesplitting. Gentle. Melancholy. True. The news is all bad, but human nature? Slow down, and there is room for hope.
When we came out of the cinema I couldn’t remember [...]
Amy Winehouse, dead, at 27. This was her at 19. So sad.
One more for the 27 Club.
Take the box – Amy Winehouse
Your neighbours were screaming
I don’t have a key for downstairs,
so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn’t be there
So now my head’s hurting
You say I always get my own way
But you were [...]
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