likes her gentlemen not to be gentle

I have no shame at the fact that I watch The Hills, and tonight's season finale episode premiered a new look for my main man J-B. His mountain man beard fully complimented his facial contortions (sneaking some shots of Maker's Mark? Fleas up in there?) One thing's for sure, as much as watching the Hills wastes time, confounds the mind, and is generally a soul-sucking nuisance, I'm gonna miss Justin's antics, clothes, and Zen words of wisdom. Till fall, baby, till fall.

BRITTISH: new weekly installment

"brittish" is my go-to playlist on my beloved antiquarian iPod (Photo model circa 2005! Bigger than Zach Morris's portable phone and tough enough to knock out a rapist.) "brittish" is like "on-the-go" but better because it's lovingly curated every week to perfectly enhance the Manhattan walking/subway-riding experience. Each of the about 25 songs makes every scene a real-life film and can change the visual perspective from Godard (fave!) to Hopper (existential!) to Bogdonovich (American!). So from now on, every Friday I'll post my current "brittish" list. Hopefully you'll d/load some new songs and hopefully you'll send me some suggestions because I'm always on the look-out.

brittish: 5/29/09

"Little Girl:" Julian Casablancas
"Chopsticks:" Liz Phair
"Unattainable:" Little Joy
"The Kids Are Alright:" The Who
"Jumpin' Jack Flash:" The Rolling Stones
"You're Pretty Good Looking for a Girl:" The White Stripes
"Die, Die, Die:" Dr. Dog
"I Can't Win:" The Strokes
"Balaclava:" Arctic Monkeys
"Happy's Just a State of Mind:" The Cribs
"I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked:" Ida Maria
"Someday:" The Strokes
"Right Hand on My Heart:" The Whigs
"Like a Vibration:" The Whigs
"Agoraphobia:" Deerhunter
"Money:" Lissy Trullie
"One Week of Danger" (Virgins-07 version): The Virgins
"No One's Better Sake:" Little Joy
"Pull This Blanket Off:" The Raconteurs
"I'm Not Saying:" Nico
"Don't Stop:" The Rolling Stones

you can't always get what you want

I couldn't resist reposting this post on LOST by Wade from the Virgins. Visit his blog at TV WADE.

Ultimate LOST theory!!!

Everyone asks me about my "Theories" on lost, and I I think i have the be all and end all theory on how this show will end: 










...sweet guitar solo. 











And the island was made by the bicentennial man so he go go back in time to make more clocks, after the world was ended by jack. And since time is not linear or even fully comprehended by the bicentennial man, this makes perfect sense. This is reveled very early and the last 5 episodes are of the bicentennial man trying on suits and and projecting old movies out of his head.

failin can be quite a breeze

Just logged into Myspace to check out tour dates, and I find this piece of candy in my inbox. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. These things always happen on the wrong continent.


Date: May 28, 2009 12:12 PM
Subject: Adam Green is touring in the UK this fall w/ The Cribs!
Body:
Check out Adam's fall tour dates in the UK with the cribs!!Adam is so stoked to be touring again!! See you at his shows!!9.25.09 Cambridge Junction w/ The Cribs9.26.09 Oxford Academy w/ The Cribs9.28.09 Norwich UEA w/ The Cribs9.29.09 Glasgow Barrowland w/ The Cribs9.30.09 Newcastle University w/ The Cribs10.02.09 Manchester Apollo w/ The Cribs10.03.09 Liverpool University w/ The Cribs10.04.09 Cardiff University w/ The Cribs10.06.09 Exeter University w/ The Cribs10.07.09 Southhampton Guildhall w/ The Cribs10.08.09 Leamington Spa Assembly w/ The Cribs10.10.09 Leeds Academy w/ The Cribs10.15.09 London Forum w/ The Cribs

xxx

team ag





In other news (and this is mostly for John)



"---- - Luke Rathborne is 21 YEARS OLD. He moved to New York from the deep woods & shallow waters of Brunswick, Maine in August, 2006, staying on his brother's couch deep inside the upper burroughs, before moving into the darkness of the Charlie Pineapple Theater Company on North 8th, an abandoned theater loft in Brooklyn - he's since left for higher ground and has been living in and around Brooklyn ever since."

Check out his myspace.

cut your losses, shoot the poets

"Shoot the Poets" by the Cribs. Bad visual quality, who cares?

...and we watched it. and it was amazing...

Interviewing singer-guitarist Donald Cumming, one pictures his eyes glazing over as he describes the girl who showed him the movie version of Brett Easton Ellis’s book Less Than Zero.

“(She was) this enigmatic girl, who was older than me and living dangerous — the kind of girl who had interesting things happen around her,” he said. “I had a huge crush on her but was too shy to do anything. She’d come to my house and bring over snacks. We’d get stoned and hang out in my room ... One day she came over and brought Less Than Zero, and we watched it, and it was amazing.”

Read the whole article here. Image from lissytrullie.blogspot.com

classic Adam Green

From Dylan Fest 09.

miss you mars

dead motorcycle

It's painfully obvious that I would like the current show at Team Gallery by Banks Violette. And while the main piece (the sole sculpture, the lone ranger) called ZODIAC (F.T.U.)/74 ironhead SXL, resembles ET (my most hated movie character) when he's ash white and dead in the gutter (my most hated moment), somehow it makes me feel luxuriously sick and nervous and fascinated and anticipatory all at the same time.

Maybe because motorcycles act as horses for classic American rebels (Brando in The Wild One, Hopper in Easy Rider, duh). Or maybe because a crash is always the most brutal, perfect, existential metaphor for life. I don't know, but the press release does a better job than I do, explaining Violette's study of "America’s morbid fascination with disposable celebrity, and our constant need to construct mythologies of total success and absolute failure."

the burning house

"Everything you've done is commendable," he says. "You did the right thing to go back to school. You tried to do the right thing by finding yourself a normal friend like Marilyn. But your whole life you've made one mistake-- you've surrounded yourself with men. Let me tell you something. All men-- if they're crazy, like Tucker, if they're gay as the Queen of May, like Reddy Fox, even if they're just six years old-- I'm going to tell you something about them. Men think they're Spider-Man and Buck Rogers and Superman. You know what we all feel inside that you don't feel? That we're going to be stars."~ Ann Beattie, "The Burning House"

justin bobby is my clothes idol

All black, short pants, striped socks, and shit-kicking boots. What more could you ask for in an ensemble???? (image from mtv.com)

Like I told John this weekend at the sample sale, I wish I could wear boys' clothes.

Sometimes I would rather have the wardrobes of Julian Casablancas and/or Kurt Cobain than MKO and/or Kate Moss. Maybe I'm just a cross dresser.

on repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat

Ben Linus says the LOST finale is going to make me eat my own soul...

and that is seriously just what I need right now.

whole lotta don't to do

"Indeed, even more so than the motorcycle purse, it's the Starbucks cup that has become Mary-Kate's most identifiable accessory. When I first meet her at 4:30 in the afternoon, she's nervously clutching a mug of coffee, then it's on to Diet Coke. Before 10 p.m., she will drink two more Ventis and smoke several Marlboro Reds with her publicist, Michael Pagnotta, who has worked with her since she was five. (Of the two to four giant Starbucks beverages she downs a day, she says she generally alternates between chai latte and skim latte-- though she recently discovered the red eye, a potent mix of coffee and espresso. 'Those will wake you up,' she says, chuckling.)"
~Marshall Heyman, W, January 2006

mets fans are the best fans

Jules and Juliet at the Mets game last Wed. Note the awesome jacket.

little girl, NEW SONG BY JULIAN CASABLANCAS

As I die a slow death trapped in a Chelsea construction zone, God (?) answered all my prayers from the past 3 Julian-less years of feigned excitement at other bands, boredom and dull waiting.
It's for Danger Mouse's new album Dark Night of the Soul.

I can't even really talk about ittttttttttttttttttttttttt.......................................

JUST LISTEN.

and a crooked smile

Check out Lissy Trullie's new video for "Boy Boy." I spy some familiar faces, like Harley and Cassie, Chrissie Miller from Sophomore and Jen Brill. And, oh hey Chloe Sevigny (1:58, right???)
You may also notice that the bridge Lissy walks across is the same bridge from the Spring 08 lookbook for Sophomore, also shot by video director Cass Bird.
Oh what a tangled web they weave downtown. Love it.

"Rapid Fire Eyes" and "Twink Seemingly on Deathwatch"

it takes a lot to change her mind

And the streak continues. Last night after witnessing alien Housewives Ramona and Simon do the red patent leather pants dance, I stayed up late watching Mr. Wonderful for the 2nd time. It was enough to erase "Rapid Fire Eyes" and "Twink Seemingly on Deathwatch" from my brain and prevent the nightmares that were sure to follow. Question: will watching some Netflix instant Dillon movie be able to ward off the LOST terrors tonight?

In other non-relevant but awesome news, Pork has this to say about the Virgins video below ("Up The Junction" cover): "i have never really watched a video of the virgins, but i just watched the one you posted and this is going to sound really weird, but donald's mouth looks exactly like i expected it would when he sings"

Somehow I get it.

nobody's as cool as the coolest teenager

By some divine miracle I had a 3-day weekend, and I'm not ashamed to admit I wasted the whole thing in a Matt Dillon K-Hole: nonresponsive, unshowered in tri-blend leggings, and glued to the couch with Diet Dr. Pepper in hand. Dillon even showed up in every dream I had. But for good reason. In less than 24 hours, I watched The Outsiders, Rumble Fish, and Little Darlings.

Some may say that Dillon plays the same role in each of these films, but I beg to differ. Dally, Rusty James, and Randy are each carefully nuanced yet gloriously remain classic rebel archetypes, riffing off James Dean and Marlon Brando, of course.

The Outsiders'* Dallas Winston is definitely the coolest. He walks the fastest, hates little kids the most, smokes the most, and puts up the biggest front with the ladies. He's not a rebel without a cause. He has a conviction: take care of yourself first, and at any cost even at the hardening of your own heart. But like all good bad-asses, Dally has a heart of gold, and when his protege Johnny dies, he cracks at the seams and gets himself shot in the pretty, pretty head.

Russell James is the "dumb jock" brother of still-normal-faced Mickey Rourke and son of drunk-as-a-skunk Dennis Hopper in Rumble Fish. He might be slack-jawed and so stupid it hurts, but who doesn't wish they were Diane Lane in the make-out scenes? His earnest idolization of his big brother and naive idealization of gang life is heart-breaking.

Randy embodies the teenage boy who literally bleeds cool. He fronts the tough guy posture but mid-movie his ambivalence crumbles, and he's left heartbroken and outsmarted but still cool as shit.

I personally believe Matt Dillon can do no wrong, and I just like looking at his face. I even watched Wild Things of my own free will, like, 2 months ago, and I saw You, Me, and Dupree in theaters (Okay, so that might have been a mistake.) Whatevssssss. I just wanted an excuse to post pics of his mug all over my blog.

Matt Dillon should get a PULLITZER a NOBEL an OSCAR a VMA a TONY a GRAMMY and a MEDAL OF HONOR for being the ultimate sex of all time!

*On a side note, Matt Dillon manages to escape The Outsiders with dignity and sex appeal in tact, not to mention absolutely justified, verified, and magnified. Tom Cruise, on the other hand, in a series of monster gaffes (see back flip off a truck, chocolate cake all over his fucked up face, and hick monster screams) exists in the film as a grotesquely hilarious relic of truth: TOM CRUISE ALWAYS HAS BEEN A CRACKPOT FREAK ANIMAL/GHOUL OF CRAZYTOWN, and his erratic behavior (acting? I think not!) in The Outsiders only prophesizes the Scientology wacko-quacko Oprah couch jumping that was to come.