January 22, 2010 at 7:45 PM Nobody gets what I'm saying/Must be some way to convey it/But no one else remembers my name/Just the parts that I played/Nobody gets me but you/No one gets what I'm doing/Everyone else seems to look through it
Spoon, "Nobody Gets Me But You". I'm embarrased to say that I didn't really notice this song until I heard it live. The keys, the bass line, the vocals...it's pretty much stunning.
January 22, 2010 at 6:50 PM
Walkin' and talkin' and chattin' about Spoon.
Mercury Lounge, Spoon, Video, Video Review January 21, 2010 at 10:55 PM PUBLIC VIEWING AND MEMORIAL SERVICE FOR LEGENDARY SOUL SINGER AND HUMANITARIAN TO BE HELD IN PHILADELPHIA
Teddy Pendergrass, one of the leading soul singers of all time and R&B's reigning sex symbol in the 1970s and '80s, to be remembered with family by friends, dignitaries, celebrities and fans from around the world.
WHEN: OFFICIAL PUBLIC VIEWING - Friday, January 22, 2010
Noon to 8:00 p.m.
MEMORIAL SERVICE - Saturday, January 23, 2010
9:00 to 10:00am – PRIVATE VIEWING FOR INVITED GUESTS AND FAMILY
10:00 a.m. to Noon - MEMORIAL SERVICE
WHERE: Enon Tabernacle Baptist Church, 2800 West Cheltenham Ave. Philadelphia, PA 19150
And there you have it, folks. Didn't think it was possible, but "reigning sex symbol" and "public viewing" have just been used back-to-back. I mean, the guy was a legend, but I'm pretty sure I'm not crazy for thinking that spending a few hours eating cheesesteaks and pretending I'm Sweet Dee would be a better way to spend time in Philly than looking at Teddy Pendergrass' corpse.
January 21, 2010 at 10:35 PM
This is straight up embarrassing.
I know it's not "hip" to like mainstream music and I'm supposed to look down on it from my Bedford pedestal but really, as much as I thought I hated this music, I LOVE IT. There's always a handful of poppers (mmm, jalapeno poppers) that seem like I'm "allowed" to like, and while this most definitely is not one, I just don't give a fuck. So, I'm stating my case on the five reasons why i like this crazy broad Ke$ha:
1. She's a fucking lunatic, and really, that's the best part about crazy performers. Out of all the bizarro bands whose stage show and persona involve either glitter, screaming or something nutty, no one exactly hits the looney bin like this girl. Girl Talk is kooky, but the crowds are way weirder than he himself is. M.I.A dresses sillier than most, but I can construct most of her outfits out of some spandex from my local American Apparel, felt, stick-on googly eyes and determination. And GaGa is weird to the max, but she approaches it in a couture way that it categorically seems to be more art-based than straight up psycho trash.
Ke$ha? PSYCHOTRASH. And I love every second of it.
2. She's real. There's no way she's wholly manufactured. Sure, she probably acts much ditzier in public to egg on her public image, but look:
There's no label that could think of let alone pull off this kind of image. She's a silly, too cheap to pay for used clothing from Salvation Army sort of kid, just like you and me.
3. The broad snuck into Prince's house. FUCKING SNUCK INTO PRINCE'S HOUSE:
She also found the time to meet her idol, Prince – by breaking into his house. "I'd been in LA about a year and it was three in the afternoon on a Tuesday. I remember it was a very random day." Ke$ha drove to Prince's house, only to be confronted by a security gate. "I decided to wedge my body under the gate but I didn't quite fit." She had to bribe a passing gardener $5 to pull her through. Then she walked up the driveway – "which was laced with purple velvet" – before discovering that his front door had been left unlocked. "What would you do?" she shrieks. "You would go in! It's like a personal invitation from fate."
Once inside, she took the elevator upstairs to discover Prince playing his guitar down the corridor. "I called my mum and said, 'What do I do?' She said, 'I guess give him your CD.'"
So she did. And then a security guard threw her out. "Prince was totally nice. He's short, yeah, but he's amazing." Has she ever heard back from him? Ke$ha grins. "Not yet," she says, and the emphasis is placed firmly on the second word.
Yeah. Just let that sink in for a minute.
4. She's a carbon copy of Courtney, my favorite character on Dorm Life:
5. I like her music, okay? There you have it. SO SUE ME. It's catchy, it's dumb, it's like Pixy Stix for my brain, but I can't stop listening or bopping around or rolling my eyes at her ridiculous videos. I mean for christ's sake, her album art has narwhals floating all around on it. She does her makeup like a 2010 lady version of Bowie. And if anything, she makes it okay for me to not wash my dirty curls for a week and wear ridiculous feather earrings and glitter eyeshadow whenever I want.
Say what you will, but I dig her. So there you have it.
January 21, 2010 at 9:56 PM