I’ve never seen the film Roadie, but I found this clip on youtube the other day and think that it might be worth watching:
If not for Blondie’s cover of Johnny Cash, then for Blondie’s insane outfits worn while covering Johnny Cash.
I’ve never seen the film Roadie, but I found this clip on youtube the other day and think that it might be worth watching:
If not for Blondie’s cover of Johnny Cash, then for Blondie’s insane outfits worn while covering Johnny Cash.
I had a terrible realization the other day.
We’re only ten years into the Willennium. There are nine hundred and ninety years remaining. Will Smith, what hath ye wrought?

I’m praying for the apocalypse.
I found a tiny CD player in the garbage about a week ago, and stuck it on the shelf next to my bed. A couple of days later, in a spindle of random discs, I found a old burned copy of Riot on an Empty Street amidst a bunch of unlabled CDs.
I haven’t listened to this album all the way through since it came out six summers ago. It still hangs together beautifully in all of the ways you’d expect the second Kings of Convenience album to. Quiet, often hushed, sometimes poignant and sometimes almost raucous (“I’d rather dance with you than talk with you”). It’s almost unbeatable for a mid-afternoon doze in a sunny room with the windows open.
The payoff, for me, is the penultimate track, “Gold in the Air of Summer:”
Kings of Convenience – “Gold in the Air of Summer”
In a summer where it’s often been too hot to even sleep at night, where I’ve gotten a rash from moving apartments in the August heat, it’s pleasantly bittersweet to lie in bed at night, listening to this, and knowing that soon it will be too cold to keep the windows open at night. I listen to the winds preceding a final summer thunderstorm and wonder if my friends here have their windows open and are listening, too.
My first day of grad school, and I wake up with this in my head:
I blame Nicole & Matte. And yes, I am ready. For the sex girls grad schools. Because that is what I’m going to be singing in my head all day.
Hey everybody, remember this song from 2001?
Yet another brilliant paean to a justified break-up, this one courtesy of Blu Cantrell. This weekend I heard the cover by Carolina Chocolate Drops, which is enough to make me actually enjoy bluegrass:
The banjo sounds so good accompanied by beat boxing! Hey rest of the world, take note.