Old Finnish people with things on their heads. That is all.
(OK, I lied, that is not all. These are part of a funny, gorgeous photo series by Karoline Hjorth and Riitta Ikonen called Eyes As Big As Plates, and you should look at as much of it as you possibly can.)
(Also: hat tip, so to speak, to Mr. Benjamin Birdsall.)
Nerdy video for a great song. I think they changed the lyrics from the demo though? Not sure, either way, still sounds fantastic.
My favorite song of 2013
This has always been one of my favorite Elvis Costello songs, one of the most intense/uncomfortable live performances, and one of the best videos on youtube
“Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of this present generation of writing. I have not had time yet. So I must speak only of the ones I do know. I am thinking now of what I rate the best one, Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, perhaps because this one expresses so completely what I have tried to say. A youth, father to what will—must—someday be a man, more intelligent than some and more sensitive than most, who—he would not even have called it by instinct because he did not know he possessed it because God perhaps had put it there, loved man and wished to be a part of mankind, humanity, who tried to join the human race and failed. To me, his tragedy was not that he was, as he perhaps thought, not tough enough or brave enough or deserving enough to be accepted into humanity. His tragedy was that when he attempted to enter the human race, there was no human race there. There was nothing for him to do save buzz, frantic and inviolate, inside the glass wall of his tumbler, until he either gave up or was himself, by himself, by his own frantic buzzing, destroyed.”
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Lily Allen’s recent viral video “Hard Out Here" doesn’t so much parody pop music as it demonstrates how little space there is between parody and pop. Allen is ostensibly sending up various other uber-popular songs, including ones by Three-Six Mafia, Robin Thicke, and most obviously, Miley Cyrus. “Don’t you want to have somebody who objectifies you?” she sings before fellating a banana at the behest of a suit-wearing white dude and smirking ironically as her black dancers gyrate in slow-motion amid product-placed cars and booze.
Allen is both commenting on and pretending to be the exploited woman at the center of the music-making sausage factory. The problem is that this doesn’t actually end up looking all that much different from Miley Cyrus both lusting after and pretending to be a twerking black woman. Pop is always about surface appearances anyway; Allen’s presenting the tropes as tropes, but they were never anything but tropes to begin with. Even the clueless white studio exec isn’t so much biting satire as a standard-issue rube/foil for the sexy shenanigans—Allen’s own version of Cyrus’s discarded-but-always-referenced Hannah Montana persona.
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I love pop music.
I WANT TO LEARN EVERYTHING THIS BOOK HAS TO TEACH
Abandoned: Mark Twain Branch Detroit Public Library by Brandon P. Davis