Thursday, February 25, 2010
Hula skirts twirl
Rainbow Bridge - Big Wave Rider
Blogger keeps eating my posts. This makes me most unhappy. Suffice to say this song gets stuck in my head day after day, it goes round and round - in a good way and now they've made a peachy and beachy video to match.
I heart the home video vibes, beach 'fashions' and non-epic waves.
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes
Can't Hardly Wait by The Replacements. This song is absolutely amazing - actually my favourite song of all time right now - and best of all there about 5 different record versions and 2 live ones for me (and you?) to enjoy - just like an online cassa single.
ps Tim version is my fave, but they're all pretty good.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Gettin' my nails done by Cronenberg and Scorsese

Can you tell I've just stoppped biting my nails? They may not be claw length yet but I'm obsessed with amassing a nail polish fetish/collection to make up for lost time!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
when you go away, I am big boned and fey
The Family Jams - Trailer from kevin barker on Vimeo.
Produced by Kevin Barker (Vetiver), The Family Jams features Devendra Banhart, Joanna Newsom, and Vetiver as they tour the country performing their genre-defining music in the summer of 2004 - remember 2004 - it was a good year for music.
Ten years in the making, Strange Powers is an intimate documentary portrait of songwriter Stephin Merritt and his band the Magnetic Fields. See the best lyricist and crankiest personality in music today.
Someone in Melbourne needs to screen these films - we have too many cinema's and music fans for this not to happen.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I Have News for You
as a symbol of ruined childhood
and there are people who don’t interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.
There are people who don’t walk past an empty swimming pool
and think about past pleasures irrecoverable
and then stand there blocking the sidewalk for other pedestrians.
I have read about a town somewhere in California where human beings
do not send their tuberous feeder roots
deep into the potting soil of others’ emotional lives
as if they were greedy six-year-olds
sucking the last half inch of milkshake up through a noisy straw;
and other persons in the Midwest who can kiss without
unpacking the imperialist baggage of heterosexuality.
Do you see that creamy, lemon-yellow moon?
There are some people, unlike me and you,
who do not yearn after love or fame or quantities of money as
unattainable as that moon;
Thus, they do not later
have to waste more time
defaming the object of their former ardor.
Or consequently run and crucify themselves
in some solitary midnight Starbucks Golgotha.
I have news for you:
there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room
and open a window to let the sweet breeze in
and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.









