It looks like later on his career, when Elvis wasn’t chilling with Richard Nixon, he was busy making questionable set choices. If ever there was a time to use the word “problematic,” this is it:
This medley is also, from what I hear, used in a grandiose light show during the summer at Stone Mountain, i.e. the Confederacy’s answer to Mt. Rushmore. Oh good.
1) I realize that all I’ve been doing is posting old songs that people have heard already. Whatever, things have been busy.
2) I was totally lying when I said that City High’s “What Would You Do” is the Realest Song in the World, because I forgot until recently that that title will always and forever be held by Patches:
My brother and I used to seriously flip out whenever this came on the oldies station, though I’m ashamed to say that I no longer know all the words.
Side-note: even though the sound is always abysmal, I LOVE YouTube videos that are just a record playing a song. That’s somebody’s self-designed media studies thesis waiting to happen, just mark my words.
You know how I said that Leighton Meester summarized the majority of my life philosophy via her Twitter? Well, I’ve realized that the rest of said “life philosophy” is summarized by this song:
Radio and TV, The Everly Brothers
Gee, whiz
Seriously, there’s something so Aw, Shucks about these two, I can’t get enough.
As of yesterday I’m an official adult. Why? Because I purchased Art. Moreover, Art to be displayed, oh-so-adultly, in my apartment (you can’t spell apArtment without Art, duh).
The piece that inspired my foray into collectorship is none other than a chilling, aptly-titled print called When Will It Stop by an artist who goes only by “Kiky.” I’d apologize for the low quality cell phone picture, but I think in this case the medium suits the subject:
Seriously, when?
Genius. As some of you may know I’ve been waffling about laying down the $15 for When Will It Stop for a while now, and when I finally went to buy it, the conversation went like this:
Salesgirl: So, you’re buying When Will It Stop on Valentine’s Day??
Me: Oh geez, um yeah, I guess I am. I’ve been thinking about buying it for a while, actually.
Salesgirl: Yeah, Kiky’s stuff is really haunting.
True story. And, more excitement: it turns out that this print has a B-side, which for now I’m just calling Untitled Kiky.
The nostrils are my favorite
The only problem here is that now I can’t frame it, because what if I want to see a screaming dinosaur face instead of When Will It Stop? Being a Patron of the Arts is hard.
My favorite song for prancing (also sauntering):
(Actual file here: Sweet City Woman)
Um, so, this is kind of a hard question to ask, but are Kanye West and I the same person? I think we might be, based on this video:
Backstory is that he was at a House of Holland party at last year’s Fashion Week, heard American Boy, then got all worked up and started a belligerent yell-along. In short: exactly what I do when I’m at a party and American Boy comes on. Yeah, maybe it’s more cool or appropriate when he does it, but whatever. That’s not the point. The point is that for a long, long, long list of reasons I was somehow not in town for/invited to the House of Holland’s ’09 fashion week party, and missed what would have been the greatest moment of my life.
The idea of my longtime love affair with American Boy (and drunk Kanye) colliding with my recent love of Henry Holland (via his unbelievably amazing Twitter , second only to Reverend Run) is almost too much to contemplate.
WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?
This video came up in my “recommended for you” list on YouTube today, which is… saddening. I don’t even have the energy to talk about everything wrong with this, but his weirdly self-conscious use of “ax” is probably at the top of the list.
I can already tell I’m gonna have to watch this guy on a loop just to clear my head:
