blessedisthememory:

     I’m currently reading Read and Burn: A Book About Wire, by Wilson Neate, an entertaining and very comprehensive history of the band’s work. As Wire are not a particularly press-friendly group, much of this story is new to me (I had no idea that much of the band’s existence was a power struggle between Colin Newman and Bruce Gilbert, until the latter left Wire in 2004).

    Map Ref is a beautiful song, an ode to travel that musically reflects the experience as good as any song on the subject I’ve heard (the title is a map coordinate - where, I have no idea). That chorus, in particular, is sublime. According to Neate, it was written and delivered to EMI Records as the “pop hit” as the label wanted a return on their investment with Wire’s third LP (154) in 1979. Only in an alternate reality, as it turns out. The writer demonstrates that Wire were often their own worst enemy at finding lasting commercial success and a profile higher than cult status.

    In spite of that, this song is Wire at their most melodic and beautiful. Those are two adjectives not often applied to a group as committed to experimentation and conceptual art as Wire, but they should be (Neate also reveals that beyond the band’s pale public image, privately they know how to enjoy themselves and have great senses of humor).

     My Bloody Valentine also recorded an equally wonderful version of the song (their last recording before going silent for 22 years).

Because I am a dork, one of the first things I did when I discovered Google maps was to enter these coordinates. The fact that I don’t remember where it led (somewhere over the USA?) supports my notion that the song is not about the destination so much as what you are thinking about when you travel— the green bits in an outdated map that could be anywhere and nowhere at all, the view from your airplane window, those multi-hued rectangles and lines, remembering.

(Source: Spotify)

nickminichino asked: i've started thinking of nick miller as a turtle-face archetype. currently exploring whether jon snow is an example of such.

(endless laughter because of mental image of Jon Snow’s turtle-face)

If only he were funnier, Minichino, IF ONLY HE WERE FUNNIER.

Ugh, now you’re going to have me compiling a mental list of Turtle Faces through out entertainment history. There goes my Monday.

femalegazereview:

Katie Coyle: Hello, Tess! Very excited to be discussing this television show and my FEELINGS with you. First of all: how long have you been a roomfriend?

Tess McGeer: Woo, okay! So, I’ve been watching New Girl from the beginning—I’ve always…

Excellent conversation about New Girl and why you should watch. Though, like the authors, I too find it very hard to not say “AND ALSO NICK MILLER, NICK MILLER, NICK MILLER” like a twitchy maniac.

Hey Chicago.

jonathanbogart:

I need work. Any work. Not just because I need money — although I do, desperately — but because I need to be able to respect myself again. If you know of any openings, if you hear of any jobs, if you see any help wanted signs, could you let me know?

Bradley Beach, NJ (sooo cold but I just had to walk in)

Bradley Beach, NJ (sooo cold but I just had to walk in)

What do they make dreams for?

“Blurred Lines” is a calling card. The man of “When I Get You Alone” is long overdue for a new signature jam. Robin Thicke’s heavy lidded lover boy schtick has aged into something that’s a little bit sleazy and off-putting and somehow that’s okay? Because it’s self aware and therefore, a little bit funny? Unlike J-Timbs, who always seems about to crack into an ingratiating Disney smile no matter what smooth move he’s pulling, Thicke appears legitimately disreputable and that is part of his slow wink charm. He is the seducer that you are just a little bit embarrassed to fall for, since his presentation is so overt. How could you, a smart individual, fall for this Continental-type shit? Why is he pronouncing his Ts like that? Why am I smiling back? When did the dancing start? What is happening?

So what makes a good girl? Or a nice guy? The idea that not everyone wears their sex drive on their sleeve? That you can be classy in the streets, freaky in the sheets? Yeaaaah…and? Luckily, Thicke knows he’s not breaking any new ground on the subject (or musically— though reanimated Marvin Gayeisms are always welcome), which is why he becomes less and less interested in it until he’s just offering you weed and patting the seat next to him with a goofy grin. This is Friday evening before the party, so relax. Get loose.

(Despite my initial lukewarm reaction, this has become a major ear worm. I want to do a get-ready-to-go-out dance to it. Apply some expensive, tasty lipstick, fit into dresses from my early 20s, trill my fingers to the maybe I’m going out of my ma-a-a-a-a-a-i-n-n-n-d, and shout YOU DA HOTTEST BITCH IN THIS PLACE! Do over-the-shoulder Pat Cleveland-style camera poses to the flat-voiced I feel so lucky/you wanna hug me/what rhymes with hug me? bit. The track is infectious because it is repetitive in just the right way, the simple little bass line constantly picks you up and brings you right back to the beginning. Game over? Nah. Press START. Again and again until you’re great at it.)

PS Forget about the video, I ain’t even linking that nonsense.

Describe yourself in 3 television characters…

shalewa:

debbiecountry:

dustychenille:

lewbasnight:

istealforksfromrestaurants:

girlmoxie:

bronxcheer:

doyourwardance:

dyinggod:

Hank Hill, Tina Belcher, Larry David.

Louise Belcher, Elaine Benes, Brenda Walsh

Gene Belcher, Artie the producer, Laura the receptionist.

Leslie Knope, Lou Grant, Walter and Perry

Bob Belcher, Larry David, Lucy Ricardo

Lurch, Grady Wilson, Reverend Jim

Jan Brady, Liz Lemon, and Lisa Simpson

Alf, Lindsay Weir, Nana Mary from Roseanne

Khadijah, Brian Krakow, Roz the bailiff

Curtis, Lucy Ricardo, Nick Miller (honorable mention: Dis Bad Bitch)

(Source: therearedemonsinsideofus)

(Source: filmprojections)

"So I get up on the big morning and I think, You gotta compose yourself. You don’t want to push too much to impress. You don’t want to shrink back in your shell because you’re nervous and inhibited just because a major pop star is on set. I approached it as I would any day. Except I developed a sort of coping mechanism where I started to say to myself, Well, she’s probably going to have a whole entourage. It’s gonna be a whole thing. I wonder how much Taylor Swift is gonna hold us up today. God. But then this magical gem of a human being shows up. She looks like a butterfly flying through the summer sky, and she couldn’t be more excited to be there…have you seen the video for “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”? It’s got real passion, and she put passion into this. I start thinking to myself, Do you think she would be a regular on the show?"

Max Greenfield on working with T-Swift and the New Girl finale

I am looking forward to tonight’s episode but am also sad that there is no fluffy summer alternative to take its place. Does anyone remember laughter? I don’t want to get stuck with Don and The Wall and Chekhov’s Ricin laced cigarette without my fictional pals in 4D. I know, I know. Boo freaking hoo. Bring on the feelings!

Re: Last night’s episode of Mad Men

Where was Dawn? They drew attention to her absence twice but offered no explanation. Recappers didn’t even notice. Commentary?