brittishknee

no wonder i liked them both

2012-01-03T15:47:00.001-05:00

http://www.nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2011/10/martha_marcy_may_melancholia.html?imw=Y&f=most-viewed-24h5

2012- suck it and see

2011-12-31T18:34:00.003-05:00

And now for my resolutions because I am a savage.

1. Stop eating cheese. I believe it was Courtney Love who once said that cheese is nothing but delicious lard. Agreed.

2. Stop lusting after dishwashers and line cooks.

3. Continue working out regularly.

4. Start washing face, flossing daily. Basically stop being absolutely disgusting. Then maybe I won't need botox to cover up my Leonardo DiCaprio wrinkles.

5. Finish my graduate school career summa cum laude.

6. Write EVERY SINGLE DAY. Maybe this year I'll get it.

7. Read everything.

8. Get a full time teaching job.

9. Maybe start planning out when I'll get surgery on my foot.

10. Get better at speaking Spanish!

2011 best songs

2011-12-31T17:38:00.007-05:00

I haven't been as engaged this year with new stuff because of my wedding and grad school, but it wouldn't be right if I didn't reflect on the year a little bit. Here are my picks for best 2011 songs.

10. Weekend- Smith Westerns. Typical, Brittany. Typical.

9. He Gets Me High- Dum Dum Girls. I like the way they describe falling for a guy. It's pretty accurate.

8. Jesus Fever- Kurt Vile. Big up to Philly. Kurt Vile's the perfect music for wearing fair isle sweaters and walking in the snow or damp, rainy winter weather.

7. Super Bass- Nicki Minaj. This song is zany, crazed, sweet, and addictive like the candy-color pink of Minaj's hair on her album's cover. I am from now on referring to hot men as "pelican fly."

6. Headlines- Drake. I like his voice because it's quiet and low, and the hook gets in your head.

5. Meet Me in the City- The Babies. This song reminds me of living in Brooklyn, feeling the garage-rock rush of bumping into and meeting dirty-haired, hipster-clad members of the opposite sex. The yelp of excitement that opens the track begins the adrenaline-laced search for caution-to-the-wing fun that can only be found in this city, godforsaken as it is.

4. Judas- Lady Gaga. I have been there, both spiritually and romantically, though I think Gaga's talking much more in the metaphorical sense here. You've got the perfect saint of guy but all you want is to bathe in a bucket of beer with a filthy animal. That pretty much sums up my pre-marriage sex life. Gaga redeems herself by showing remorse through this song. I used to write poetry. Don't think girls don't know they pick the wrong guy when they pick the asshole. We deserve the tidal wave knock out.

3. Suck It and See- Arctic Monkeys. Alex Turner has a way with words, and his cheeky poetry turned lyrics is clever, flippant, and brilliant. Not to mention, the kid's hot so a lot of girls would like to follow the imperative of the track's title. Surprisingly, "Suck it and See" seems a little bit like a last ditch anthem; why not give it a go, we've got nothing to lose in the way of love.

2. Life is Simple in the Moonlight- The Strokes. This is one of the only Casablancas-solo songs in terms of writing on the latest Strokes album, and it's definitely the best. The melancholy, dreamlike soundscape draws you in and keeps you because you can almost reach Jules' voice through the mist-- that buzz that has defined the Strokes sound since their birth. Talk about animals on TV and brooding telephone calls ends with the adamant "Don't try to stop us, get out of the way!" Don't count my boys out.

1. Jamie Marie- Girls. The plaintive guitar and simple, sad vocals hit home honestly, poetically. For anyone who's ever regretted leaving behind an old, tired love for his chance to move on up in the "modern world," this is the song you can sing to yourself when you feel bad about your choice, wise, selfish, necessary or not.

melancholia

2011-11-23T01:08:00.002-05:00

I have been a severe Kirsten Dunst fan since The Virgin Suicides. People who think she's not good should go watch Melancholia. She kicks ass.

double standard

2011-11-23T01:00:00.002-05:00

For the one person who still reads my blog (I'd love to know who you are, btw)...

double standard, los angeles, 1961

2.12.08

“smart women cook with gas

in balanced power homes.”

the queen of the billboards,

brown hair in a sleek bouffant, smiles

slyly down at the men pumping

gas, their fingernails dirty, and hers

clean and red. she’d never let

any of them zip up her little black

dress or clasp a strand of pearls

behind her neck. she straddles

two standard gas station signs,

and the men rub their bellies. they hear

her whisper “fill it up, big boy.”

she is smart, but she doesn’t want

to cook pot roasts or casseroles

anymore. she wants to rip off her dress

and put on some blue jeans,

hole up in a house on the coast

and write urban memories

into the pages of a clean

leather- bound book, but she’s

stuck half way into the sky,

painted by an artist who does

the billboard jobs for easy cash.

to her right there is a road

and another one shoots

beyond the horizon on the left.

she watches the car lights

each night and can almost follow them

to the ocean. if she could throw

her embroidered pink apron into the kitchen

disposal she could run

or steal the long-haired man’s motorcycle

when he goes inside to pay.

What do wheels do when they reach

the edge of santa monica—

i died a Little Bit Tonight

2011-10-09T22:28:00.001-04:00

no one will ever be better.

also...

2011-09-24T01:13:00.001-04:00

in case anyone was wondering, the ghoul still roams the streets.

with a flip phone.

#cameinmypants

also...

2011-09-24T01:12:00.000-04:00

why are ryan gosling and christopher owens twins?

jamie marie

2011-09-21T22:47:00.000-04:00

see you tomorrow!!!!

I grew up wanting to be Betty Draper.

2011-09-12T23:31:00.004-04:00

I wanted to have a kitchen, OCD-clean and glamourous with black-and-white tile floors and gleaming, spick-and-span counter tops.

I married a man 15 years older than me, and I basically worship the ground he walks on. I've never been happier. I want to do household chores so he has more time to watch futbol. More time to relax.

But we share a house with his bro and sis in law, and his sis in law wants to claw my blue eyes out! This is not a personal attack; just a childish, immature, ridiculous front that can't be defended.

A kitchen is the heart of the house. The center. The place where everything happens that provides nourishment, both spiritual and physical.

Because of a non-admittance or permanent hookey-playing, kindergarten is lacking in one of the household members you'll find here. Separate kitchens have been assembled and installed, gas stoves, pantries, trash, recycling, and all.

Throw a trophy by way of fast construction. Pop a bottle of champagne! I will cook naked. I will bake perfect pie crusts in stilettos and lingerie. I will try recipes, and if I must cook meat, I'll wear gloves.

The thing is, people see a blonde, American girl, younger than them, and they think stupid. Gold-digger. Over-looker.

People don't see me and think: educated. Driven. Humanist. Absolutely in love.

My household has been reclaimed tonight. With the immaturity of an imposed wall, my family, the two of us and Hopper, has found peace. We have our own happiness that does not depend nor fail on the activity, manipulations and meanderings of others. I will cook, clean, and live for the glory of my impeccable, sexy, like-minded husband. And we will prosper. Because people like us (call me unapproachable, please) do.

gosling mania

2011-08-19T00:10:00.003-04:00

i watched blue valentine (finally) the day after my summer class ended. never before has it been so clear that ryan gosling perfectly embodies the hipster american dream, the boy we're all searching for and finding abs. impossible to find. his accent kills, his rugged yet innocent all-american (he's canadian, ha!) looks slay, and he harkens to the likes of dicaprio, phoenix, cobain, and christopher owens (seriously, twins.) crazy stupid love kicked romantic comedy ass because of ry-guy's slaps, smirks, and emotional-baggage-wall breakdown. divine.

heartbeats- xavier dolan

2011-08-19T00:05:00.003-04:00

new french obsession: xavier dolan, the multi-talented writer/director (above left) of heartbeats. this movie was neo-new wave, featured gorgeous, hilarious actors in brilliant (dolan-designed) costumes, and a last-minute, brutally endearing louis garrel cameo. those with netflix, instantly stream this gem now.

Amy, we will always love you.

2011-07-24T13:12:00.003-04:00

Kelly introduced me to Amy Winehouse in 2007. I fell in love with Back to Black and still play it all the time. It was one of my favorite albums of the 2000's. Homegirl lived hard and made beautiful music. I once read in Rolling Stone that what she wanted most was to start a family and cook dinners and be Blake's shy, beautiful wife. So sad that will not happen now.

Addiction is a disease that we need to decriminalize as a society and government and treat compassionately because the people who suffer are just that: people. Drugs aren't something to romanticize. Neither is the "27 Club." How many nights do I listen to Nirvana and almost cry at the thought that Kurt Cobain could still be making music? How different would the music world be if we still had these 27 clubbers alive? Now, with Amy, we'll never know. But I think she would have put out a damn good 3rd album.

Don't do drugs, people. Life's miserable but it's also beautiful. RIP Amy. I hope you are at peace now. Putting on your songs now...

Taken For a Fool

2011-07-09T17:47:00.001-04:00

2011-06-12T00:20:00.004-04:00

Have you ever seen Jules et Jim? Well, Glam Librarian Lady Gaga has.

reckless serenade

2011-05-26T00:43:00.000-04:00

and rescue me from me and all that i believe

2011-04-27T11:43:00.000-04:00

wedding photos

2011-04-26T11:09:00.000-04:00

http://www.brookecourtney.com/blogs/weddings/miguelbrittany.html

don't sit down cause i've moved your chair

2011-04-14T22:32:00.001-04:00

Come As You Are sound with Heart-Shaped Box and In Bloom imagery. But I like it.

i got married

2011-04-11T18:30:00.001-04:00

and it was awesome.

Robert Pinsky: Antique

2011-04-06T00:18:00.004-04:00

Tonight Dan and I saw a poetry/fiction reading at (my) The New School Noir Festival. Robert Polito, Mary Gaitskill, and Robert Pinsky read. Below was, in my opinion, the most powerful piece of the night, a poem Pinsky wrote as an homage to his parents' turbulent marriage.

ANTIQUE

I drowned in the fire of having you, I burned
In the river of not having you, we lived
Together for hours in a house of thousand rooms
And we were parted for a thousand years.
Ten minutes ago we raised our children who cover
The earth and have forgotten that we existed

It was not maya, it was not a ladder to perfection,
It was this cold sunlight falling on this warm earth.

When I turned you went to Hell. When your ship
Fled the battle I followed you and lost the world
Without regret but with stormy recriminations.
Someday far down that corridor of horror the future
Someone who buys this picture of you for the frame
At a stall in a dwindled city will study your face
And decide to harbor it for a little while longer
From the waters of anonymity, the acids of breath.

— New Yorker, Sept. 15, 2003

07-09

2011-04-02T19:56:00.000-04:00

Dear Jerry,

In a past column you wrote about the "bad dealer behavior" you experience as a recognizable critic. As an ordinary engaged observer, however, I often experience something very different at galleries: smugness. I'll ask for a piece of information and am dismissed with some uninformative answer. Occasionally, I’m asked if I’m a collector. It's not a big deal, since I'm there to look at the art, but it does leave a bad taste. Would you please ask those galleries to be a bit more welcoming to those who've made the trek to the windy west?

-- Plebeian

Dear Plebeian,

I feel your pain. I'm not sure why, but walking into galleries can be intimidating. Being cold-shouldered is a drag. Still, allow me to say a few words on behalf of the unsung people who work at art galleries. Many will be the next generation of art dealers. (As a critic, I try to train them accordingly. But that's a subject of another column.) The people who work at those front desks are usually paid very little. Many have no insurance or benefits. Like you, they're poor, in it more for the love or desire than money. They may be on the "inside," but there's a spiritual cost to that: Dealers are ultra-demanding control types who expect impeccable work out of them. Moreover, they're on public view and subject to all manner of abuse. They're sneered and stared at, and are asked for restaurant recommendations, street directions, bathroom keys, suggestions of what else to see. They are pummeled with demands to know who bought this, how much it costs, what the artist thinks they're doing, and why the gallery would show such crap. They are bombarded with artists asking them to look at their slides. If the person behind the desk is a woman, she will be flirted with, hit on, sometimes followed out the door. This goes on all day as he or she is trying to do all the things the dealer has tasked them to do. The pressure is intense. Dealers can hold these people responsible for not recognizing a collector who has come in or for misdirecting a tiny piece of seemingly insignificant information. All I can say is that the people behind the desk are more like you than you think. They may be short with you, but they're not dissing you. They're probably as concerned about how they're perceived as you are.

bachelorette success

2011-03-13T17:42:00.001-04:00

the new arctic monkeys album is called SUCK IT AND SEE

2011-03-10T23:16:00.002-05:00

well
don't
mind
if
i
do.
(it comes out June 6. they play central park may 24.)

just look at that face

2011-03-02T01:02:00.000-05:00

It's been too long since I saw that smile.

my next problem

2011-03-02T00:33:00.003-05:00

Every night we're all forced to watch Charlie Sheen self destructing before our very faces and on HDTV, nonetheless.

Do I want to watch a crazed maniac talk about his amazing will power and "magic?" Not when I can see through his addict's language and rampant denial that he has a very real problem.

What pisses me off the most about his media spree is his constant self-championing and his claim that his chaotic scenes and parties with porn stars and free basing are absolutely original, extreme, "radical," and basically beyond anything anyone else in humankind has ever been able to experience, survive, endure, outlive, or outlast.

His proclamation that "the run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, and Richards look like droopy-eyed, one-armed children" not only makes no sense, as all 4 men have both upper body appendages, but also, Keith Richards? Are you serious?

Not to mention what I actually screamed at the television tonight.

"Honey, Dennis Hopper created 'magic' before you even knew what magic was."

Hopper blew himself up with dynamite and survived the blast. He ran naked through the jungle for days straight. He threw a burning mattress out a hotel window. He drank fifths of vodka just to counteract the cocaine, but most of all, the man made movies that inspire, last, and ultimately, kick the ass of Two and a Half Men back about 5 miles in the race of cultural relevance.

2 thoughts on the Rolling Stones

2011-03-02T00:00:00.005-05:00

1. After finishing the glorious Life by Keith Richards, I appreciate the Rolling Stones even more for what they've done with music and what they've contributed to rock and roll, my favorite art form. My big question for people is always: Rolling Stones or Beatles? and my idea has always been that the Beatles represent melody, feelings and intellectual searching while the Stones represent sexual ferociousness, text book rock and roll, and classic balls to the walls "go for it" mentality. Richards talks about meeting Paul McCartney on the beach in 2006. He writes, "We talked about strangely simple things as the difference between the Beatles and the Stones and that the Beatles were a vocal band because they could all sing the lead vocal, and we were more of a musicians' band- we only had one front man" (pg. 538). His perception refreshes my entire view on the subject and makes sense for many reasons. My ex-bf (hedonist as he was) who loved the Beatles was a singer, and though he did like the Stones, I can see his allegiance with the Fab 4, was due mostly to his love for a splendid harmonic expression.

2. As for me, I will always love a guitar. And Keith Richards makes the Stones sound like the Stones (though he'll tell you it's Charlie Watts who does it, and the world will hold Mick Jagger accountable.) Truth be told it's those 3 at the heart and soul of the band's sound, but who can imagine life without "Gimme Shelter," "Jumpin' Jack Flash," or even "Wild Horses" at this point in pop culture's young history? Those guitars do everything and pave the way for Jagger to shine. (This isn't taking his brilliant, and, I would say, revolutionary, lyrics into account.) But how to explain my own shacking up with the Stones in their hedonist camp? The most outrageous scene of debauchery I've ever taken part in was an accidental "wrong place, wrong time" incident in a bar that got raided in Allentown, PA. Drug dabbler I am not. And though I believe in the principles behind sexual freedom of expression, I'd call myself pretty conservative and monogamous by nature. But when it comes to music, give me a guitar, I'm I'll always be yours. Even better if that guitar is paired with a vocalist I can swoon for, because, let's face it, I'll always choose the lead singer. So maybe my love for the Stones rests not only in Keith Richards' deftly fret-board-dancing fingers, but also in the fact that Jagger's the only lead vocalist I can give my heart to, whereas the Beatles would make me into a slut of lead singer loyalties in no time, and I'm a girl who's got to have one man.

one last chance to stop the wedding

2011-02-16T11:48:00.001-05:00

4/1/11 MSG STROKES JULES I LOVE YOU!

NEW STROKES, posted by Jules on his Twitter

2011-02-10T22:39:00.002-05:00

He's such a darling. The Strokes' site was mobbed due to a free d/load of their new single "Under Cover of the Darkness" so JFats put it on youtube, via his Twitter.

I think it's damn good. I think life makes sense again! Nick's slayin, Fab's jammin, Albert is wind-millin', Niko is keeping everything in check, and Jules is just Julesing. LOVE IT!

brittish 1/27/11: new year new book bitches

2011-01-27T22:21:00.002-05:00

1. let's stay together: al green

2. just to be the next to be with you: mr. big

3. a change is gonna come: sam cooke

4. the tourist: jfatsenstein, aka julian casablancas (NEW STROKES ALBUM COMING MARCH 22!!)

5. to love somebody: janis joplin

6. take a bow: madonna

7. spaces between spaces: john buck wilkin

8. waiting on a friend: the rolling stones

9. ocean city: kurt vile

10. rememo: kings of leon

Angles: The Strokes March 22

2011-01-27T16:03:00.003-05:00

Brooklyn Vegan announces new album by The Strokes. We have only waited impatiently for 5 years.

The 4th album by the boys is Angles, and from the looks of track names below, we are in for a very percussion-based ride. Get ready, Fab!

Angles track listing:
1. Machu Picchu
2. Under Cover of Darkness
3. Two Kinds of Happiness
4. You're So Right
5. Taken For A Fool
6. Games
7. Call Me Back
8. Gratisfaction
9. Metabolism
10. Life Is Simple In The Moonlight

I for one am peeing in my pants. Those who will attend my wedding should look forward to hearing the ENTIRE album at the after party. JULES! JEWLZ! JULZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEE!

MY BOOK IS ON SALE

2011-01-27T00:30:00.003-05:00

Please take a look. My 1st chapbook is out. I've waited a long time for this, and I am really excited. Thanks to Dancing Girl Press and Kristy Bowen. Also to John Balbarin for the awesome cover! And, as always, to Daniel DiStefano and Alec Marsh for the reading they did and the advice they gave.

bittersweet endings: You are unrepeatable.

2011-01-18T16:38:00.000-05:00

bittersweet endings: You are unrepeatable.: "My sister Brittany just sent me mail today. I opened it up and it was a magnet that said: 'You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you..."

madonna and those latin boys

2010-12-30T20:28:00.001-05:00

My sister got me the DVD Celebration for Xmas (it's basically every video Madonna ever made, including my favorite "Take a Bow") and homegirl has always had the eyes for those Latino boys. She must have influenced me more than I imagined! Love it!

Top 10 Movies in 2010

2010-12-22T00:43:00.008-05:00

10. The Ghost Writer, Roman Polanski

9.5. Daddy Longlegs, Safdie Brothers

9. Youth in Revolt, Miguel Arteta

8. Making Plans for Lena, Christophe Honore

7. Inception, Christopher Nolan

6. Fish Tank, Andrea Arnold

5. Tiny Furniture, Lena Dunham

4. Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work, Ricki Stern, Anne Sundberg

3. Shutter Island, Martin Scorsese

2. Broken Embraces, Pedro Almodovar (technically I think this was 09, but I saw it in 10.)

1. Black Swan, Darren Aronofksy

...and the top 10 not necessarily from 2010 that I viewed for the 1st time:

10. Sin Nombre, Cary Joji Fukunaga

9. The Proposal, Anne Fletcher

8. Gigante, Adrian Biniez

7. Mala Noche, Gus Van Sant

6. Diary of a Chambermaid, Luis Bunuel

5. A Christmas Tale, Arnaud Desplechin

4. The Maid, Sebastian Silva

3. Blue Beard, Catherine Breillat

2. Elegy, Isabel Coixet

1. The Last Mistress, Catherine Breillat

Today I just watched The King of Marvin Gardens (Rafelson) and Drive, He Said (Nicholson) and A Safe Place (Jaglom). So the list above isn't entirely accurate. But I watched a ton of films this year, and I'm glad I did. Those French examinations of our psychology and sex still win with me every time, but nothing, and I really mean nothing, beats the American 1970's, beginning with 69's Easy Rider. Here's to the cinephiles out there, may 2011 be a year of fascinating films!

And, of course, I dedicate this post to the great Dennis Hopper because it is through his watchful and poetic eyes that I understood what it means to love a film: the day after I saw Easy Rider, I crashed my car, and my life has never been the same because I take the time to really see. Thank you, Mr. Hopper. We're all in your debt, and we'll miss you forever.

Tom Petty Fest total recap

2010-12-13T10:06:00.001-05:00

http://www.tompetty.com/news/title/petty-fest-recap

imboycrazy: from a concerned dad

2010-12-09T20:04:00.004-05:00

This is so important for everyone to read, and so true. If you want to read the best part, here ya go:

The point of this awfully long monologue is this (Oh thank GOD! He is getting to his point!): in all the history of men and women, maybe THREE girls have ever “fixed” a boy. Unless God lights the shrubs on fire in the front yard, the only other person who can “fix” a broken boy, is that boy himself… and he needs to WANT to be “fixed” in the first place. I have seen too many girls, and now my daughter is one of them, who are attracted to a “bad boy”, but by the time they figure out that the only thing “bad” about them is that they are bad at life in general, they have wasted too many weeks-month-even-years on them. Only houses can be “fixer-uppers”, if a girl likes a boy and plan on changing him, she is in for a long, sad, frustrating, and many times, painful future. If your boyfriend would rather watch football than go to the park and have a picnic with you, and then you marry him, guess what he will still rather be doing in 20 years? If your boyfriend is a pot-head, the love of a woman is not going to clean him up, etc, etc. Girls need to be smarter, and start with a boy with similar interests and values and build from there, and let the bad boys hook up with girls who haven’t got a clue how life is supposed to work, either.

Thanks for posting this Alexi, so many girls have to learn the hard way!!!

brittish 12/7/10: finals procrastination nation

2010-12-07T12:13:00.004-05:00

I will do anything to not write my paper today. Here's my fake microphone music.

1. If We Fall In Love Tonight- Rod Stewart (everyone has a little 106.7 fm inside them.)

2. Let It Bleed- The Rolling Stones

3. Long Long While- The Rolling Stones

4. Substance- Girls

5. A Face In The Crowd- Tom Petty

6. Slow Night, So Long- Kings of Leon

7. Summerboy- Lady Gaga

8. Santa Baby- Madonna

9. Christmas All Over Again- Dream Diary

10. Fortune Teller- Forest Fire

11. You Blacken My Stay: Adam Green

12. Kokomo: Adam Green and Ben Kweller

How to Hate The Beatles

2010-12-07T10:53:00.002-05:00

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/12/how_to_hate_the_beatles.html?imw=Y&f=most-viewed-24h5

People who know me know I love this article. Go Stones!

Ann Beattie

2010-12-02T00:01:00.004-05:00

Tonight work was slow because Hanakkuh started at sundown. I found the NYTimes Book Review, and was pleased to read a review of the new collection The New Yorker Stories by Ann Beattie.

If anyone knows me then they probably already know of my long obsession and revisitation of the best short story ever written (by Beattie, of course) "The Burning House." Over the summer I read Beattie's novella Walks With Men, and I almost choked on the similarities between that breathless one-day read and "The Burning House." I like to think of the latter as the rough draft, though ever-so-polished, for the former.

Long story and bad attempt at lit crit cut short, I hope that someone will gift me The New Yorker Stories this Christmas, and I'd like to post an apt quote here, which sums up why I love Beattie's writing and why I feel such a strong affinity to her.

"What you learn when you read the works of the young Ann Beattie is that she loved men. She was an appreciator, a connoisseur, of men, in all their indefensible glory. Her male characters are often awful and usually irresponsible and almost always funny and touching."

If there was ever a girl that loved men in spite of everything else, well then I guess that makes 2 of us.

Happy Thanksgiving

2010-11-25T11:39:00.003-05:00

I'm thankful for a lot of things, but one of the best (or at least most fun) is that THE STROKES WILL BE BACK next year! I hope in time for my wedding playlist (of the century.)

Have a good day with your friends and families. And if you hate everyone else, have a damn fine time enjoying yourSELF because that's what matters.

If you don't kill a turkey to eat today, extra points.

And if you make someone else's day a little brighter (keep those politics discussions for the bar with your friends, not with Grandma!) then you get what the spirit of this day is about.

i got it right (finally...)

2010-11-11T00:07:00.002-05:00

the things you wanted i bought them for you

2010-11-07T20:18:00.001-05:00

New Glasses!

Petty Fest 2010

2010-11-04T16:16:00.007-04:00

Tom Petty's 60th bday, celebrated in style with the likes of Adam Green, Nikolai Fraiture, Norah Jones, Will Forte and Jason Sudeikis, and more. John Hamm was hiding in the back, Catherine Pierce was gorgeous, and someone in the crowd kept yelling "sexy drummer" to none other than Matt Romano (looking less Guido than usual w/out his mustache.) Evan Dando sang an old fave "A Face In the Crowd" and I almost died. I recommend any Petty fan to go next year because every song kicks ass when a packed house sings with you. Best time I've had in a long time, thanks dudes.

love you so much, it makes me sick

2010-11-04T13:40:00.001-04:00

Being a wife is a lot of work! I can only hope I look this good doing it.

michelle williams rocks it in red

2010-10-15T22:17:00.002-04:00

Homegirl does Dawson's proud.

photo via nymag.com

Obsessions

2010-10-15T20:35:00.000-04:00

by Denise Levertov

Maybe it is true we have to return

to the black air of ashcan city

because it is there the most life was burned,

as ghosts or criminals return?

But no, the city has no monopoly

of intense life. The dust burned,

golden or violet in the wide land

to which we ran away, images

of passion sprang out of the land

as whirlwinds or red flowers, your hands

opened in anguish or clenched in violence

under that sun, and clasped my hands

in that place to which we will not return

where so much happened that no one else noticed,

where the city's ashes that we brought with us

flew into the intense sky still burning.

Henry Hopper in GVS's new flick Restless

2010-10-15T18:01:00.001-04:00

Henry looks just like his Dad... can't wait!

ALERT ALERT i might cut my hair!

2010-10-11T18:48:00.005-04:00

While Strokesing on Brooklyn Vegan's Austin City Limits pics, I saw a face that registered as one of my favorites, but I couldn't quite make out WHO I was looking at... something was off!

Turns out Christopher Owens cut his severely side-parted locks. A little Sean Penn-ish, eh?

Of course The Strokes photos make me happy/wonder when the F they are going to give us a hometown show, but do you think JFats and Owens shared style secrets backstage? Talk about fashion icons! xoxox

brittish 10/11/10: BIRTHDAY EDITION

2010-10-11T15:33:00.003-04:00

Happy Birthday to me!

1. A Escondidas- Camilo Sesto

2. Estar Enamorado- Rafael

3. Shane- Liz Phair

4. She- Green Day

5. Out of Time- Rolling Stones

6. Ize of the World- The Strokes

7. Big Mouth Strikes Again- The Smiths

8. How to Fight Loneliness- Wilco

9. Donde Estes- Camilo Sesto

10. Rehab!!!!- Amy Winehouse, in honor of KELLY!

AND NOW A BIRTHDAY TREAT FROM PORK!!!!!!!!!!

Kelly Byrne posted on your Wall.

Kelly wrote:
"From one poet to another ---- Happy birthday, I love you!

My best friend Brittany was born today
Many years ago, she’s getting old, I must say!

Her lifelong dreams are coming true.
She wants to be known as “Beef” by me and you.

She’s going back to Queens, leaving Greenpoint behind
But dirty hipsters will always stay fresh in her mind.

She loves Perez Hilton, a good whiskey & Wegs-
And the pitter patter of old Timmy running past her legs.

I love her so dearly, she’s the best gal around!
Since our days in the Shit Hole, when our friendship was found.

Happy birthday, dear Beefy, have a lovely day!
You’re my favorite and I wouldn’t have it any other way!!!!!!"

By Night In Chile

2010-09-18T21:35:00.001-04:00

"...and life went on and on and on, like a necklace of rice grains, on each grain of which a landscape had been painted, tiny grains and microscopic landscapes, and I knew that everyone was putting that necklace on and wearing it, but no one had the patience or the strength or the courage to take it off and look at it closely and decipher each landscape grain by grain, partly because to do so required the vision of a lynx or an eagle, and partly because the landscapes usually turned out to contain unpleasant surprises like coffins, makeshift cemeteries, ghost towns, the void and the horror, the smallness of being and its ridiculous will, people watching television, people going to football matches, boredom circumnavigating the Chilean imagination like an enormous aircraft carrier"

joaquin force

2010-09-17T17:51:00.001-04:00

i don't care how weird he wants to make you believe he is, dude's the best!

I AM VOMITING

2010-09-12T16:10:00.002-04:00

What the fuck, Wiz Kid? WTF JULES?

THIS IS HOW YOU COME HOME TO NY?

I'm pissed off. There's no way in hell I can get to this show.

Anonymous BV poster, I agree:
this is so disappointing. I've been waiting for them to announce a NYC show forever and then they pull this shit. they can go fuck themselves.

Posted by Anonymous September 9, 2010 9:00 PM

I also agree with this girl. http://thestrokesnews.com/the-strokes-return-to-new-york-city-on-sept-12/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter

WHY JULES WHY? wanna die.

Housewife

2010-08-26T01:06:00.002-04:00

Ryan makes a beautiful zombie in this very The Smiths one-off single.

And the Heart Says Whatever

2010-08-25T12:53:00.005-04:00

I read it in one day. Emily Gould's voice is an adrenaline rush, and she hooks you, or at least she hooked me because I could relate to her so well. She had two cats with a boyfriend, and they lived together in Greenpoint for 6 years, and then she got a job while he chased his rock and roll dreams and worked some dead-end schtick and smoked pot on the couch, and she got tired of it but couldn't say it and then she cheated on him with a coworker. But even after all that she still loved the boyfriend and believed they would get back together. Until she wrote something about him and his mom told him to tell her to threaten legal action. And then she made out with young, beautiful Keith Gessen (which eventually turned into nothing but friendship) and lived in a sublet and roach-infested squalor and eventually she got back on her own 2 feet and wrote a book.

(Okay, so that story isn't exactly my story, but it's damn close enough.)

I'm with her in her intent. A lot of reviews and comments on the book jacket say this collection of essays is an elegy to the NYC of her 20's, but for me, this entire book is an elegy to her failed relationship with "Joseph" and a way to explain the guilt that must have nagged at her about publishing the NYTimes Mag story that chronicled their break-up and her quitting Gawker. She's attempting to say she is sorry.

I dont' think this is the way to apologize. But I guess I never had the energy to write that elegy. At least not in book form. But if you go through this blog over the period of May 09-September 09, you might get in the mood to turn on a depressing French movie (say, Making Plans for Lena, which I saw yesterday at IFC).

All that being said, which I guess sums up to the fact that I think I would like Emily Gould if I met her, I couldn't help but think that most chapters in the book stopped short. I remember when my favorite professor told me not to "neatly cap off" the ends of my poems, which is my #1 tendency, and it seems like Gould writes easily, races to the point, and then caps her essay with some weirdly related emphatic sentence or idea. I wish she had been given more time to write this book, to really go over it and put more of herself in it... some self-reflection. She doesn't need to tell us she was gutted by her breakup, but I feel she needs to give us a brief paragraph about her feelings outside of the medical "anxiety attack" analysis.

Maybe it was just too soon. I'm still making sense of the past 3 years after graduation. But I hand it to Gould. It takes guts, along with the undeniable need to write.

Last Days as a Bachelorette

2010-08-20T23:08:00.009-04:00

Boys, I just don't look at you anymore. Let me lament that I never sucked face with a French teenager with a horrible nose.

I think I did my best to kiss my way around the world. But I'm missing a few strays that I'd have liked to have rescued. Dear Donald, we never got the chance for you to give me Herpes.

I will regret that I was never old enough to be a Strokes groupie.

But somehow, it doesn't matter. I'll never lust over another dishwasher again. Nor will I covet my neighbor's hipster with weed baggies in his left skinny jeans pocket. Oh, dirt magnets and DJ's, how you got me through the worst of times! Oh, old man professors and cave man economists, how you saved me from an endless dinner with people who hated my guts!

Oh, disgusting, oh, drug-addicted. I loved you all so much it got me thru it all more than 55 lattes and bourbons put together!

I love my lover. I love cilantro and avocado and reliability and texts at 8 in the morning. There will always be new music and movies. There will never be a new guy. But here's to all the boys who came before him. Here's to the Crazy that will be crazy no more.

always in my heart.

2010-08-20T23:03:00.001-04:00

this song made all my dreams come true. sing it with your heart out loud every single day and all the simplest pleasures in the world will make their ways into your life.

8.20.10

2010-08-20T22:59:00.000-04:00

I used to be a poet,

and my professors told me

I “had it,” but I moved to new york

city and started waiting tables

and lacked the lightning manic

of ginsberg or carlos Williams.

so now I drink my lagers

and regret the missing pages

that would have filled my notebooks,

spiral rings all rusted. truth is, I

still have it, though sometimes I feel

I’ve lost it, but if I devour a volume

of sexton and brush up on my plath

I can sit for a minute or two,

the time it takes to draw a hot

bath, and tap out the lines on my MacBook.

what an orchestral chatter! so if no one

reads it, no matter. I know

I’m still a poet.

Unconventional Dress

2010-08-14T00:08:00.003-04:00

I'm shopping for an unconventional wedding dress. I don't think I want to wear white, and I want to look fashion-forward and fabulous. Did I mention I want a luncheon dress and a cake-cutting gown as well? If I am forced to do the whole she-bang, then I want it to be a dress-up extraordinaire. Basically I don't write anymore... the poet in me hates myself... because all I do is shop online.

Is this dress too informal for a chapel?

What about the above pictured dress from Jcrew?

Would Alexander Wang shock too many in Lititz?

I just want to look like MKO, Kate Moss, Gaga and Scarlett O'Hara all at the same time with the unbearable cool of Debbie Harry, the natural beauty of Nico and the manic charm of Edie Sedgwick. Too much to ask?

Or I would be fine if I looked exactly like "I Want You" by Bob Dylan.

God, I'm becoming one of those girls.

i hate sleeping alone

2010-07-28T12:50:00.002-04:00

I'm a sucker for a lo-fi band every time, and ever since I read Stranded last summer and discovered the merits of The Ronettes I can't stop listening to 60's-influenced girl groups. This girl Bethany Cosentino formed Best Coast, and I think her tunes are as good or even better than Lissy Trullie's. They have the California vibe that I love from Girls, and they just express teenage heartache with the sad hopefulness of a classic song like "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me."

brittish 7/19/10

2010-07-19T20:12:00.002-04:00

I haven't been writing because I've been busy. Busy, busy. Every day I wake up and dream about the rest of my life. I pick paint samples and sinks from Home Depot. Because soon I will move and have a "nest" to fix up for my very own. And when I do, I will be listening to this:

1. "stick to yr guns" the cribs
2. "headdress" amazing baby
3. "slow faze fast" the dead trees
4. "lovin' cup" the rolling stones
5. "breaking locks" adam green
6. "a change is gonna come" sam cooke
7. "baby i'm yours" arctic monkeys
8. "please, please, please let me get what i want" the smiths
9. "left and right in the dark" julian casablancas
10. "stay the same" rod stewart
11. "any way you want me" elvis presley
12. "taper jean girl" kings of leon
13. "stay away" nirvana

BOTHERED

2010-06-30T01:17:00.000-04:00

http://robertisbothered.com/

Muchitas Risitas

2010-06-23T00:13:00.001-04:00

Jimmy Fallon as Robert Pattinson on the World Cup. Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.

Binki and Fabulous in Elle

2010-06-22T23:04:00.002-04:00

Check out Binki Shapiro and Fabrizio Moretti in Elle. I love her long stockings!

Girlfriend is Killing It

2010-06-17T21:16:00.003-04:00

image from perez.

sofia coppola: somewhere

2010-06-16T00:18:00.000-04:00

CANNOT WAIT! (Thanks, John!)

brittish 6/8/10: redux edition

2010-06-08T23:03:00.003-04:00

you wear it well: rod stewart

(the best part of) breaking up: the ronettes

loser dust: hole

the bucket: kings of leon

ocean city: kurt vile

tres regalos: vicente fernandez

ahora quien: marc anthony

better trends: japanese motors

down on loving you: the soft pack

walcott: vampire weekend

i wasn't born to follow

2010-05-29T22:05:00.003-04:00

dennis hopper. you are my hero, and i am so sorry for your family. i will always be grateful for everything you achieved and survived, and i am infinitely more aware, happy, and engaged due to your creative output during the time you spent on this earth. thank you. more than you will ever know.

I will always love you, Locke.

2010-05-24T13:08:00.004-04:00

Of all the things I could say about last night's LOST finale, this guy writes it down much better than me. One of my favorite lines last night was when Jack told the Man-In-Black in Locke's body, "You are not John Locke. You disrespect his memory by wearing his face." For me, the finale was win-win, not only because people who we grew to love over the past 6 seasons were reunited (Sawyer and Juliet, Claire and Charlie) but because my 2 favorite characters (and apologizing Ben!!) got the redemption and resolution they so desperately searched for during the course of the show. Jack, who acted like a one-track-mind crazed maniac almost every episode FINALLY got Kate and his other remaining friends off that damn Island, even if he had to die for it. And in the Sideways limbo world, seeing Jack and Christian finally get their Daddy/Son issues scrubbed out of the way really felt meaningful. Powerful stuff.

Which leads me to Locke. At the beginning of this season, all I wanted was for Locke to get SOMETHING better than what he had been given. I will never believe Locke was just a "sucker" with blind faith. "Don't tell me what I can't do" is probably my favorite line of the entire series (as it rings so personally true to my spirit) and "It has NEVER been easy" in response to Jack's dismissal of John Locke's faith is one of the truest lines ever written. I wanted the one character who believed in purpose and destiny to get a pay-off because having faith is never easy, and his level of dedication and self-motivation to find meaning is commendable and admirable, and I wish I could believe in something the way Locke believed in the Island, even if it did kill him. So when Jack made Locke walk again, and we saw that sorta-crazy-mango-mouth smile in his flash of recognition, I cried because here's Locke... NOT SMOKEY, not Benthem, not dead in a coffin... but actual LOCKE walking again, getting over the guilt of his bad father relationship and making friends with Jack. "I wish you had believed me." Jack did believe you. And he went back to the Island and he saved that place and he did it for you more than anyone else. And so when Locke forgave Ben and met Jack in the church with the words, "I've been waiting for you," I believe that Locke knew he died in the Island timeline and his death did mean something. Because Jack became a man of science with a lot of faith, and Jack saved his friends and the Island in the memory of Locke.

Of course this show will always be a part of my life, and I will think about it for a long time to come. I will always be grateful for the hours and hours of contemplation and imagination that it has given to me, for all the drunken conversations (sometimes with strangers) and for all the hope it conveyed during times of emotional turmoil in my own life. There is meaning in the connections we make with the people we love. That's what LOST asks people to close their eyes and believe. Even if polar bears and weird number sequences and freighter mercenaries threaten you at every corner. If you live together, you won't die alone.

Daddy Longlegs

2010-05-21T20:46:00.003-04:00

Today I saw Daddy Longlegs (previously known as Go Get Some Rosemary) at IFC. The film's getting rave reviews, and the Dad, played by Ronald Bronstein, totally intrigues. He takes a completely narcissistic, unlikable character and makes you feel like his own 6 year old child who totally loves him, or at the very least, WANTS to love him. He's a despicable parent, and a great reminder for why hipsters might want to wait to have kids until they are 100% ready to be responsible and put others before themselves, but you can't help but root for him to win over his kids with whatever hair-brained scheme he's hustling. Lee Ranaldo's sons Sage and Frey play the kids, and throughout the movie I found myself worrying for these child actors... You see, the film seemed so real, and bone-chilling, even, when Dad and gf Leni put the kids into a tranquilizer-induced-almost-coma. So when, in the final act, Lee Ranaldo himself shows up as the kids' step father in the movie, you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief that their actual father is so, actually there for them even during the film's process of creation.

Going to Acapulco

2010-05-14T16:29:00.004-04:00

Thank you, Mexico, for the time of my life!

Back to NYC. Yesterday evening I wanted to cry into my pillow but had to work the graveyard shift. But no matter. Guess which classic NYC goon I spoke to on the phone at 5 in the morning. I'll give you a hint. Homeboy ordered large fries, chicken tenders, apple pie and vanilla ice cream, 2 large water bottles and a Diet Coke because he's so, so tall, and he must still be growing. Ugh, I guess coming back to reality ain't so bad!

Shakira: LISTEN TO HER

2010-04-29T16:21:00.002-04:00

Blue Head Ryan Jarman

2010-04-27T20:33:00.003-04:00

Ryan Jarman posted this picture on his Twitter. He says it's from the New Fellas days. I had to post it for a laugh, plus is reminds me of THIS:

PINKERTON: rivers cuomo's moment of genius

2010-04-20T18:24:00.005-04:00

I used to run cross country in high school, and I used to train doing something like 5 mile circuits while holding a portable CD player. (Idiot!) I invariably listened to Pinkerton, Weezer's delicious dark album every time I ran, and during real races where CD players weren't allowed it was the song "The Good Life" that got me through that final mile. "Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night/it's time I got back to the good life." Nothing could propel me to the finish line faster, except for maybe imagining that the tallest mofo on the team could poss be cheering me on. (He wasn't. So thanks for everything, Rivers Cuomo.)

Lately I've been running again, albeit a little bit slower and on harder pavement courses in my beloved Brooklyn. See now there's this guy who really is cheering me on to run and has helped me to get back into the good, good habit of 30-40 minutes at least 3 times a week. And today I got super nostalgic for my collection of 3-minute gems called Pinkerton Trystan got me for my 17th birthday.

Onto the iPod Pinkerton sprang, and I felt like running extra today. Thank GOD I hadn't listened to this album last summer when I was a mess. Rivers is all heart break and longing, and I just melt at his sorta creepy, ultimately so shy and sweet musings. And where Album by Girls stepped in during my desperate love craze this winter, Pinkerton could have picked up some slack, what with its multicultural, interracial, May-December self-loathing psychodrama. Rivers loves that half-Japanese girl, the one who's so much younger and makes him call himself an "old man," the one who plays the cello and leaves it in the basement (on purpose, you just KNOW it) so he can "whack it" to the thought of her hands going up and down, up and down its neck.

Oh, love. Oh, torture.

Naked in desperation, "Across the Sea" has always been my favorite Weezer tune, as I've always had a melodramatic bent. He opens the song singing the words written to him from an 18 yr old girl in Japan whose letter opened a deep chasm in his chest, as wide as the Pacific fucking Ocean that separates the two. He "thinks it would be wrong" to touch her so he gives her this song instead. Why? She's 18. She's legal. He's a rock star and he has money. The thought of making love to a girl from another country makes him nervous? That doesn't stop him from sniffing and licking her stationary and thinking of her touching herself in her teenage bedroom (and then telling us all about it, the crazy). And when he exclaims, "Words and dreams and a million screams, oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel!" I just about lose it because I totally get it. Sometimes the fantasy really is good enough, no, even better than the real thing because it never, ever goes bad. But there are rare instances where you're absolutely certain, would sign your name on any dotted line for it, that if you don't get what you want, if you don't get to stick it to her (or get stuck) you really will fucking perish.

And then this Japanese girl shows up again in "El Scorcho," where she's cursed in the first lyric because "you do it to me every time." And her cello shredding makes him jello. He's just going crazy-- the distortion tells you so-- thinking of all the ways they belong together and could help each other. There's a cute cultural impasse in the form of Green Day. And once again he says he can't talk about "it:" his physical craving for this totally different girl. He can only make a "record" about it. He can't even talk about it. And I've been there too; where all the oppositions mentally pile up and you feel like the only thing you can do is sit in the bedroom with a bottle of Kentucky Bourbs and make cliche art but feel like it's so, so good because it has this... shine... which is the essense of that face. God, that flat, black-eyed face.

Before Rivers closes the album with the happy dagger that is "Butterfly" he gives us one more chance with "Falling for You." Maybe to give us a little bit of hope? He admits his "irrational fear" about being an "old goat" hanging out with such a young chick, and "Holy sweet, goddamn, you left your cello in the basement." If he has a fetish for the letter, the pages, the envelope, then just what is he going to do with that instrument? He's a musician, for God's sake, and this girl is playing him better than he can go Guitar Hero on stage. No wonder he says he'd do anything to get the hell out alive... or maybe settle down with the crazy girl. And isn't that always the challenge?

Before I started running again I told myself I had a timeline. I had a date in June that I had to face and if at that point nothing had materialized with the cello-player whose cello had been in my mind's basement for months then it was time to physically, mentally, and literally, even, wrench myself out of that sitch and get the hell out alive!! But through it all, I always clutched at the thin shred of hope that I might just get to "settle down." Somehow the old goat and young chick combo made so much sense, so much like "I'm a lot like you, so please. Hello. I'm here. I'm waiting. I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me."

And you know Rivers ended up marrying a Japanese woman, and I hear they're pretty happy.

every painting in the moma

2010-04-16T14:45:00.000-04:00

As posted on NYMag.

To Dennis Hopper (1st draft)

2010-04-10T00:02:00.002-04:00

“I take up/the nourishment of his pale green eyes.”

Just like Frank O’Hara wrote about James Dean

I will write your eyes. Not Dodge City sky blue, not

the azure of a clean Mexican ocean, not even the shade

of Midwestern cornflowers.

No, your eyes are the color

of a sad-angled guitar twang. The medium acid wash

of naturally faded jeans. The cerulean abstraction

of a man’s splash as he jumps seventeen stories

into a chlorinated swimming pool.

Your eyes are more

powerful than Yves Klein’s monstrous monochromatic

case studies. As iconic and otherworldly as Neptune.

And through insomniac purgatory, cocaine insanity, cold

cases of beer, brown bottles of room temperature whiskey,

self-induced dynamite explosions, Hollywood

black lists, and your Blue Velvet return, always alive.

Your eyes

are as tragic and magnetic as the promise

of that Last Movie nightmare, that Easy Rider

dream, the so-sweet-you-can-almost-taste-it color

of the upper left corner of our American flag.

conejita y conejo

2010-04-09T14:40:00.003-04:00

GIRLS Webster Hall 4/3/10- Lust for Life

2010-04-05T20:18:00.002-04:00

Brooklyn Vegan photos from the Girls show. Below, my video of "Lust for Life."

dreams can still come true

2010-04-05T14:55:00.005-04:00

I've thought about GIRLS a lot for the past 2 days because I saw them on Saturday night at Webster Hall. What struck me the most was how awesome it was to see Album (and various other songs like "Substance" and "Oh Boy," etc.) performed live. The band sounded better than the recording, and it was really one of those organically pleasurable live shows where you can actually chill out and listen to the songs being performed FOR you after rocking out to them time after time alone in your bedroom dreaming of this moment. So thank you. Because for a "lapsed" Protestant on Easter-Eve, seeing Girls made me feel the presence of whatever ideas I might have about Christ left in my psyche and made me feel like I celebrated Easter in my own way. Leave it to me to feel spiritual at a rock show, but hey, people, you either feel it or you don't. I personally felt like seeing Christopher Owens sing "Lust for Life" was a true gift and one that I can feel grateful for having seen the rest of my life. So if Jesus had something to do with that... then thank you.

As for Christopher Owens himself... homeboy is totally the opposite of my usual flavor. He's blonde, Cobain-ish, frail, earnest, friendly and smiley, and generally what I would call "Vanilla." I don't mean that in a boring way. I mean that in the as the opposite to the Casablancas"Chocolate" way. Jules is the archetype for my favorite flavor: dark, brooding, perfectionist, mysterious, quiet, and intense. Owens is the anti-Jules. But I guess it's like real life. Yes, today I did buy a 50% off chocolate Coneja because post-Easter candy sales fuel the chocolate lust I hold in my heart, but there are some days when all I want is a vanilla malted shake. Think of Owens as that shake. And that's the metaphor for that.

obsession is my favorite drug

2010-04-05T00:20:00.002-04:00

we saw GIRLS last night. tomorrow i'll give you my complete synopsis.

you belong to me

2010-03-30T23:06:00.002-04:00

http://charlotteronson.com/campaign/video/video_spring10.php

donald cumming is back in charlotte ronson's spring 2010 video look book. how can one boy be so tall, thin, and disgustingly delicious? someday i will write an essay on how i skipped the "dating-a-so-hipster-it-hurts-and-i-haven't-showered-in-2-weeks" portion of my life (you know, minus the not showering part) and i bet you any money the central thesis will be it's because i never did get my claws into donny.

"we'll get that peanut butter i like."
"at the deli. on ninth street?"
"uh huh, yeah. but that's not gonna keep us, like... that's not fun... the whole night. half the night, sure."

LUST FOR LIFE

2010-03-22T18:59:00.003-04:00

I still find it amazing that someone wrote a song that perfectly matches my true feelings at the exact time in my life that I felt them the most. Cannot wait to sing this song live!

let's just get away from here

2010-03-22T18:54:00.003-04:00

"cause i only wanna be with you. yeah i only wanna be with you. yeah i only wanna be with you all of the time."

GIRLS at webster hall in a little less than 2 wks! get your side parts ready.

McGinley Creepers

2010-03-21T19:16:00.003-04:00

Here's John and I on Opening Ceremony's blog @ the Ryan McGinley opening @ TEAM. Obviously this is before they got their citation.

HELP THE DEAD TREES

2010-03-21T14:45:00.004-04:00

If you read my blog, then you already know that I LOVE the Dead Trees and have for quite some time. Dudes are recording an album right now, and they need your help! Please visit their Kickstarter page and pledge $$$ to help them make their album. These guys not only kick ass musically, but they are also genuinely NICE. The 3rd time I saw them live, they gave me a copy of their EP just cause I asked for one. And did I mention how CUTE they are? They have every flavor of hipster going for them: cherub in flannel, tattooed quiet guitar god, motorcycle mustache man, and quirky smiley drummer. How could you not want them to succeed? Watch the video below to get more info and watch out for cameos from all your faves: Fabulous, The Whigs, Wade from The Virgins, and everyone's favorite freak attack Adam Green.

I pledged my $$ today. Did you? DO it! Also catch them opening for AG at Bowery Ballroom April 23 and 24.

this should make everyone happy

2010-03-21T12:52:00.000-04:00

http://twitter.com/Grubes69 FOLLOW MACGRUBER!

brittish 3/19/10: the ROMANCE edition

2010-03-19T13:53:00.003-04:00

When you're in a great mood, be HAPPY. Listen to songs that sound utterly ridiculous and delusional due to their naivete, innocence, and optimism, and sing them at TOP VOLUME. On life's roller coaster, take advantage of the upswings and don't be ashamed to have hope and believe in something outside yourself. Just know that eventually that fucking coaster's gonna drop you, and your stomach will fly out of your chest at breakneck pace and probably shatter your heart on the way out. Until then, love and listen to cheese ball tunes. And smile because you're lucky to be alive.

This is why I will always identify with CLove. She waited till the day after his bday- nice touch.

2010-03-18T12:50:00.003-04:00

"Dearest Billy: I love you, I love your strong and eternal heart, even love the f**ked up gnarly amazing magnificent bigger-than-god louder-than-love karma of the songs you write and allow me to fly with.

We have again created beauty from the agony between us, all the buried and unburied anguish, all that is true, that is gold, that is meant to be is within this endless and somehow eternal cycle of Billy & Courtney.

I hope you will take my sincerest apologies for all the thousand ways I sometimes offend you, because I know you are a king, a prince, and my beautiful noble boy. No one will ever force my hand, nothing will come between the truth of what we are."

Eternal lovers. Eternal fighters. Eternal warriors… I love you and can never thank you enough.Your soul (and you know this)."

via C's fbook, via PEREZ.

GF, YOU KNOW HOW I LOVE A LAST-DITCH EFFORT AND HONESTLY BELIEVE IN THOSE BULLSHIT WORDS YOU STRING TOGETHER.

Style Icon: Aurel Schmidt

2010-03-17T00:36:00.003-04:00

I love a hot, talented woman in glasses. Artist Aurel Schmidt's work is part of the Whitney Biennial. Her super-detailed drawings are usually mythical figures/structures made out of trash/junk components like rotting garbage, used condoms, and cigarettes. She's only 25 years old, but her "look" and her work will definitely be remembered as iconic of this hipster reality we're living in. And who said glasses weren't hot?

image from paper

i can't wait for the summmmmmer

2010-03-15T23:29:00.004-04:00

McGinley strikes again

2010-03-15T15:56:00.003-04:00

Victor, 2010, gelatin silver print, 12 x 18 inches, edition of three, from Team's website.

Thursday night from 6-8 @ TEAM, Ryan McGinley's 3rd solo show at the gallery. Be there for the best artist of our generation's latest offering and for the breathtakingly gorgeous hipsters that are sure to line the sidewalk.

Boombox on SNL

2010-03-14T16:18:00.002-04:00

i've only been waiting for 1 year for this video. my 2 favorite new york boys. MAGICAL. only a cameo from macgruber himself could make this better. xoxo.

sean penn, crazy

2010-03-09T06:27:00.000-05:00

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/03/so_what_the_hell_was_sean_penn.html

i love that nymag cares about the same things i do.

only you know

2010-03-09T01:42:00.001-05:00

i wanna see something that used to be in your eyes again.

86, shit canned

2010-03-09T01:31:00.003-05:00

Top Ten Moments

10. CALLATE PINCHE PERRO. HIJO DE LA MIERDA. BASTARDO, VERGA. PINCHE CABRON.

9. huevos de huevos.

8. "Coneja, you're much more beautiful when you callate tu boca."

7. teaching lokito mi ninito ingles.

6. huesitos mi amorcito siempre. TIED with talking big stuff with Mi Companero.

5. johnsina dinners every wednesday night. MY BROTHER.

4."I can see your veins."

3. shit-canned african chants.

2. SORPRESA BITCHES! i never had to eat cannoli again.

1. su coneja... cada momento con risitas, PERDON.

I Died a Little Bit Tonight

2010-03-07T23:53:00.002-05:00

Sean Penn, I'm sorry it took me this long to realize how much I adore you. You're so weird. And talented. And gorge.

and if a double decker bus crashes into us

2010-03-07T21:38:00.001-05:00

NYMAG: Ultimate NYC playlist

2010-03-01T23:14:00.001-05:00

Of course I love this list!! And #12 goes to my boys.

12. “New York City Cops,” the Strokes, 2001
This track was removed from American versions of 2001’s Is This It after 9/11 out of sensitivity ( “New York City cops — they ain’t too smart.”), but it’s less an insult than a tribute to street-prowling Droogs eluding authority. “I always took that song as a love story,” says guitarist Albert Hammond Jr. “The two people are together and the cops are fucking with them … There’s something about walking down the street as a gang. It’s a tough place. It gets you excited.” Casablancas first shared the song with Hammond on a train back from Hoboken: What’s more New York than that?

Read more: The Ultimate New York Playlist -- Vulture http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/03/the_ultimate_new_york_playlist.html#ixzz0gzPVs26A

Not ready to turn back yet.

2010-02-27T15:20:00.003-05:00

LIBRA [September 23–October 22] Metaphorically speaking, you have recently begun crossing the water in a dream boat that has a small leak. If you keep going, it's possible you will reach the far side before sinking. But that's uncertain. And even if you were able to remain afloat the entire way, the shakiness of the situation would probably fill you with anxiety. My suggestion, then, is to head back to where you started and fix the leak.

Thanks, Rob Brezsny.

to mi companero

2010-02-27T00:27:00.002-05:00

Sometimes we meet people in our lives that from the get-go we know won't be there forever. Mi Companero was one of them, and now the time has come when I must say "Adios" to someone who over the past few months has become a good friend, a person I referred to as "The Rock" for his awesome I'm-Right-There-ness and his secret-keeping abilities.

I don't have much to say other than I haven't been this sad in months, and I am going to miss you. I hope I will meet you again one day, and we will share many stories about our lives and families. I will remember our talks forever. I love you too. I always will.