Hello Tomorrow

I'm not a big fan of tv and consequently do not pay much attention to commercials, but when I first saw the Spike Jonze ADIDAS commercial for the "first intelligent shoe," I was basically addicted:


Karen O's newest musical venture, Native Korean Rock has a similar, minimalist sound similar to that of the Squeak E. Clean and Karen O. collaboration "Hello Tomorrow" used in the commercial.

Check out Native Korean Rock's myspace page (link above), complete with songs for your listening pleasure. My favorites are "OOO" and "rapt".

"In life, there are compromises. In making movies, you get to have it exactly how you imagined."

Je vous présente Sofia Coppola:







If I were to be anyone in this world other than myself, I'd want to be Sofia Coppola. Her talent and taste are phenomenal, and she has a healthy obsession with la France, much like myself. I have always been a fan of her films (and their soundtracks), but I think it was after I read the French Vogue issue focused on her from about 4 or 5 years ago that I saw her in a completely different yet human light. It was a peak into her personal life, a privileged intimacy albeit I was merely reading about her in a magazine.

I have nothing but admiration for her.

"Me afeito con espada..."

Check out Devendra Banhart's video for "Carmencita" aquí (feat. Natalie Portman):



I had no idea that Natalie Portman and Devendra Banhart are dating until today. I once met Natalie Portman at a synagogue in Madrid; we were both there observing Yom Kippur. She was there with Gael Garcia Bernal and I almost died when I saw him standing there, in the back of the room, in all his beautiful, Mexican glory. I had a conversation with him (en español, que sí), and he followed me up stairs which means he got a very good look at my assets.

Celebrity sightings are generally boring, but this was a good one. Thank god for Judaism (pun intended).

I'm a black albino straight from Alabama...

This is why I love Harmony Korine (most of the time). Julien Donkey-Boy was the first American film to be certified by Dogme 95. There are rules regarding certification called The Vow of Chastity. Lars von Trier and Thomas Vinterberg are the founders.

Le 14 de juillet

I'm not French but I still celebrated le 14 de juillet by eating these fine French delicacies:



NOTE: NOT AN ACTUAL PICTURE OF THE CHOCOLATE MOUSSE I CONSUMED.

And I watched this:


I LOVE THE WAY SHE MAKES HER BED!

C'était une journée tres genial. Viva la France!

"You'll eventually kill yourself." "Yeah, I know."

Keith Moon was the drummer for The Who from the mid-'60s until he died in 1978. He was known for his exuberant lifestyle and for his model girlfriends.



KEITH AND KIM KERRIGAN



MOON AND ANNETTE WALTER-LAX
Moon looks so aged in the pictures with Annette Walter-Lax. He was only 32 when he died.

"But I know sometimes I must get out in the light,
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright,
The kids are alright."

Diplo & MDC

For those of you that know me, you know that I have a huge crush on Diplo AKA dj/producer extraordinaire.

As if his amazing taste in music, his fast fingers (he had the best f**kin fingas I eva had! not that I'd actually know, I just love to quote Kids ad nauseam), and his superb dj skills were not enough to keep my eternal flame for the man burning, he recently posted this picture on his myspace:


In high school I suppose I was a bit of a "punk." I mean, in spite of some the shitty bands I listened to, I did in fact go to shows at Coney Island High on a near regular basis until Giuliani shut it down while I was at sleepaway camp (street cred, son). I wore lots of pins and patches on this Dickies workshirt-turned-jacket (my favorite patch was the Anti-Flag one with a picture of Hitler, Lenin and George Bush Sr. that said "Their System Doesn't Work for You" - teachers LOVED this one). My friends and I also had a 'zine (which only went to print once but it was the thought that counted) called Misconception where we shit talked all of our white-hat wearing peers and got into a bit of trouble, partly for soliciting (we were charging $1) but especially for the image on the cover which was a picture of an eight year old African child holding a gun to another 8 year old's head.

Apart from all this, I also listened to a bunch of shit that virtually no one else listened too or had even heard of, except for Joe A. who was on the same bus as me and Pete Ballesty (what happened to him?) as well as Colonel K. One such group was MDC, and the particular song of interest was "John Wayne Was a Nazi." With lyrics like "John Wayne was a Nazi/ He liked to play SS/ Kept a picture of Apolph/ Tucked in his cowboy vest," it's no wonder my parents didn't necessarily approve of the music I listened to but HEY! I was socio-politically conscious!

Back then, I was seen as an outcast because of the way I dressed and the music I listened to, but looking back I'm glad I was as weird as I was because it just makes the non-existent bond between Diplo and I that much stronger.

Wow, I'm a creep.




For more on Diplo, check out Mad Decent's webpage.

Tell the world.

The Vivian Girls now have a blog. I have a major girl crush on them. I'm talking MAJOR.

Here's a few pictures of the lovely ladies that I jacked from the Internetz:





I love them so much, I want to cover my body in tattoos, get a good voice and join the band. Considering that I'm currently tied down to THE MAN (baby, I love you, don't get me wrong), I will get some tattoos in clandestine places on my body and groom my voice in my spare time (aka on my lunch breaks and when I'm in the bathroom). In the meantime, does anyone need a violinist?

"At that restaurant, I beat up the bathroom. I'm sorry."

The movie version from Punch-Drunk Love (and for the record, one of my favorite movies):



And the real-life (?) version:


I love the internetz.

High Places @ Music on the Oval

High Places are playing with Pocketknife tonight (7/2) at 6pm in Stuyvesant Town as part of the Music on the Oval festival.




Although I'm very interested in going, I'm not sure that I'll actually make it out. I really should motivate. None of my friends ever want to have the kind of fun that I want to have!

Okay, sorry, I'll stop complaining.

The Wit of the Staircase, Remembering Theresa Duncan

Eerily enough, Theresa Duncan posted this blog entry about ten authors who killed themselves almost two years before her death.


I am still endlessly fascinated by Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake, may they both rest in peace.