Young Scooter - Don’t Lie
I posted this back in Nov. & it’s somehow generated 1800+ plays since.
laughin mane
Mar 10
Feb 26
Why Daft Punk’s New Album Will Matter.
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Oh yeah, I wrote this awhile back.
Jan 19
“ The average Manhattan apartment, at $3,973 a month, costs almost $2,800 more than the average rental nationwide. The average sale price of a home in Manhattan last year was $1.46 million, according to a recent Douglas Elliman report, while the average sale price for a new home in the United States was just under $230,000. The middle class makes up a smaller proportion of the population in New York than elsewhere in the nation. New Yorkers also live in a notably unequal place. Household incomes in Manhattan are about as evenly distributed as they are in Bolivia or Sierra Leone — the wealthiest fifth of Manhattanites make 40 times more than the lowest fifth, according to 2010 census data.
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What Is Middle-Class in Manhattan? - NYTimes.com (via zainyk)
…But absolutely nothing is stopping Manhattanites from moving away from New York to Houston or Phoenix and taking advantage of the cheaper rents there.
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uh, jobs?
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Oct 25
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Oct 12
» This is probably the greatest Wonder Woman panel in comic history
Wonder Woman. Fighting Nazis with cheese and prosciutto.
Go home everyone.
“New Ships” by Benoit & Sergio
I love this brilliant little piece of disco-pop. It’s lighter than their past work in tone and structure. Nothing too heavy or complicated. Just subtle layers that build and build, but never losing focus or pleasure.
dope
Oct 05
» before i lose my style: feministfilm: I didn’t wanna contribute to anymore of this bullshit,...
I didn’t wanna contribute to anymore of this bullshit, but it’s on my mind and I’m agitated. FUCKING LENA DUNHAM APOLOGISTS, EVERYWHERE, ON MY DASH, GETTING PAYCHECKS, SAYIN’ STUFF, ON THEIR BLOGS, EVERYWHERE. FUCKING LENA DUNHAM APOLOGISTS. It’s one thing to be a fan, or to…
uh.
Sep 12
“ List-making does such a violence to the actual experience of living and listening that I can barely stomach it. I don’t relish a single step of the process — not the parsing, not the ranking, not the final forcing of a list out into the world and not the subsequent defending of all the arbitrarily-made decisions that I feel inexplicably defensive about as soon as they’re inevitably questioned. I resent the ritual’s false bracketing of time, especially the idea that my listening habits reset each January first (or, with how year-end lists tend to creep these days, each November 30th; one year, while I was on staff at Paste magazine, we began to hammer out our best-of-the-year list in October). When I plug an album into a list, I feel like I’m sealing it in amber — it’s trapped there, forever; it will never not be my number one, or my number three, or my number seven, sealed there with all these other specimens that it often shares nothing with other than the 12-month time span they were pushed into the world. Writing down resolutions at the beginning of the year is supposed to make them easier to keep. Inking my favorites at the end of the year renders them a staid artifact, something forever of the past, not something to grow and change with me on into the next year.
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Rachael Maddux wrote an amazing piece for BuzzFeed Music about the problems of list culture. I agree with pretty much all of it. I’ve only ever done lists as ballots for publications I write for, and it’s a strictly political sort of thing for me. I enjoy highlighting the best of things, but the ranking of things, not so much.
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This gave me more opportunity to mull over my own People’s List, and while I’m not dissatisfied with it or my decision to put one together in the first place, I definitely sympathize with this view here. But there’s a better way to have fun with your own personal canon: maybe my favorite thing about the MP3 era is that we have a far more interesting way to put together and contextualize the music we like — namely playlists*. There, it’s not so much a hierarchy but a narrative, still performative taste-wise but nowhere near as confrontational and potentially far more educational. You might not convince anyone that (to use Maddux’s example) Hanson is worth a damn by sticking their name on a numbered list, but you could change a few minds by slotting one of their album cuts between some like-minded but less-“guilty” power pop cuts and letting it all unspool at your next party.
*This is a natural offshoot of the old homemade mix-tape culture, which I went berserk for as soon as I got a dual-cassette deck back in 199x, but obviously it’s a lot easier to put together and change around and share these days.
I guess I can’t identify with this because I just dont take it seriously? I mean, it’s not like voting for president and that has actual real-world consequences. Your writing is preserved in amber too; your attitudes towards artists when writing, whose careers many times can be seriously impacted by your work (not to overdo it here, but basically im arguing that you dont write into a void), strikes me as much more stress-inducing and risky than simply listing records or songs you like. Attempts at conveying truth precisely can be ultimately more arbitrary and dangerous than making a list that no one will really take too seriously in first place if they are not a teenage boy.
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Aug 21
Never heard this before; been a fan of “Let It Out” though. So, this is an excuse to link to it.
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» I feel like getting caught up on what's going on in history
Can someone recommend a more up-to-date summation than this review from the late 90s?
