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Katy Perry’s music—her whole persona, really—is so strange: this weird mix of sugary, little kid-type innocence mixed with a sort of Marilyn Monroe-style look-at-my-big-tits sex kitten quality. Which is fine! It’s just strange to me. I imagine she appeals both to little girls and their pervert fathers equally, for different reasons. 

I’m not really trying to come off as some kind of Katy Perry expert or anything here, and I’m not really even trying to Figure Out What She Means, Culturally. I’m basically just trying to say that I hear this “Birthday” song all the time on the radio, and I recently saw the video, and I think it’s strange that the video for a song that appears to be about licking cake icing off someone’s dick features the artist surprising birthday parties full of kids, like she’s one of the Wiggles or something. 

Go on with your lives, people. Nothing to see here.

bigredrobot said: What movies are your personal "canon"? How about records/songs?


Boy. This one could go on forever. OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD: Raiders of the Lost Ark, Pulp Fiction (a movie that I’m not that crazy about now, but it was one of those sort of life-changing experiences when I first saw it), almost any Coen brothers movie, Rushmore (the best Wes Anderson movie by an incredibly wide margin), Dead Man, The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford, half a dozen Robert Altman movies, Jaws, most of Paul Thomas Anderson’s movies. I dunno. I have excellent taste in movies, but not in a real film school sort of way.

Records and songs is an even deeper well—again, just spitballing: Astral Weeks—the first five or six Van Morrison albums in general, actually—Bone Machine by Tom Waits; “No Moon On The Water” and “Farewell Transmission” by Jason Molina/Magnolia Electric co; Summerteeth, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, Warren Zevon, Red Headed Stranger by Willie Nelson; Scar and Short Man’s Room by Joe Henry. “The Tennessee Waltz” by anybody. “Red River Valley” by anybody. “Peace In The Valley” by anybody. Any song about valleys, it seems. The first Son Volt album. “Ghosts” by Albert Ayler, this one version I downloaded years ago and have no idea where the recording actually comes from. Every pre-hiatus Steely Dan album except Pretzel Logic. ”Dublin Blues” by Guy Clark. Sam Cooke singing “Lost and Looking”. Every Lamchop album. This list is endless and I’ve barely started. 

Been thinking about this just a bit and I gotta make an amendment:

I went down to Lafayette this weekend to visit my friend Charlotte, who moved down there back in December of 2012, and is soon—in less than a month, actually—to pack it up and head for Portland, Oregon, hometown of Ramona Quimby, Art Alexakis, and Mel Blanc. I’ve only seen her a couple of times since she went back to Lafayette, and I haven’t visited her there at all, so this was as good a time as any, I guess. 

There’s a couple of songs that would get played a lot around our place when we lived together. We’d have people over quite a lot, either to just sit around and hang out or maybe have dinner or every now and again an actual party. And hanging out with Charlotte this weekend while she was in the process of packing up and selling literally almost everything she owns, a lot of that came back to me. 

The songs that got played back then are John Prine’s “Angel From Montgomery”, the first scratchy side of Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, lots of Sam Cooke, “Bankrupt on Selling” from The Lonesome Crowded West, the title track from In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, "The Love You Save May Be Your Own" by Joe Tex, Charlotte’s own arrangement of "I Have The Moon" by The Magnetic Fields, “Just Be Simple” by Magnolia Electric Company. Others.

About a week after she moved back down south, I remember putting on Car Wheels On A Gravel Road, an album I hadn’t listened to in years, and when the last track rolled around, I had to physically stop the stereo. I absolutely could not listen to it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had that visceral a reaction to a piece of music. I guess it goes in the canon, huh?

(Reblogged from hyenabutter)


James: Listening to Zevon’s "Jungle Work" on repeat while reading back issues of Soldier of Fortune and cleaning my uzi.

Me: You only own one uzi?

James: Good point. It’s not really jungle work if you’re not dual wielding. 

Pictured above: the author, October 2009, about to enjoy the world famous taco-burger

First off, let’s all agree right now that “funny” music is the single worst thing in the world, and then we can continue:

A friend of mine showed me this thing the other day (which I realize is several years old, so don’t give me static for not being up to date on what people on the internet like) and I still can’t really get over how annoyed by it I am. 

This is the kind of song that nerds love, and it does that thing that nerds do, where they think that by being clever, they’re being funny. And god knows those two things are not the same at all. There’s also that other thing that nerds do, where they act superior about stuff that normal people like, like stupid pop songs that use the same four chords. 

Of course, the problem with that attitude is that just because a song uses the same chords as another, that doesn’t mean the two songs are the same: a hamburger and a taco got the same stuff in them, but that don’t make a hamburger a taco, or vice versa. You can’t seriously equate “With or Without You” with “Barbie Girl” and expect me to have anything approaching respect for what you’re doing. 

This is the worst goddamn song in the world no matter how much tequila you drink. I think I love it.

A word of advice to the young folks: Guy Clark, at 72, has achieved the exact level of grizzledness to make having a mustache acceptable. Make a mental note.

In an attempt to cure my Sunday blues, I’m sipping whiskey and listening to My Favorite Picture of You, Clark’s newest album, which has surprised me by being something of a goddamn revelation: it might me my inebriation, but it strikes me as being as good as anything of his I’ve ever heard: on a track-by-track basis I’d go so far to say that it stands alongside Old No. 1, his first—and probably still best—album. 

The title track…Jesus. The title track is about Clark’s wife of four decades, Susanna, who died in 2012, and it is as devastating a song as you could imagine a songwriter of Clark’s abilities turning out. 


"And since we all came from a womanGot our name from a woman and our game from a womanI wonder why we take from our womenWhy we rape our women, do we hate our women?I think it’s time to kill for our womenTime to heal our women, be real to our womenAnd if we don’t we’ll have a race of babiesThat will hate the ladies, that make the babiesAnd since a man can’t make oneHe has no right to tell a woman when and where to create oneSo will the real men get upI know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”
                                                        - Tupac (x)

Whenever I see these Inspirational Tupac things, especially one about how much he loved women, man, all I can do is cringe—this guy did go to prison for raping a lady. 
Controversial opinion: Tupac is terrible. 


"And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”

                                                        - Tupac (x)

Whenever I see these Inspirational Tupac things, especially one about how much he loved women, man, all I can do is cringe—this guy did go to prison for raping a lady. 

Controversial opinion: Tupac is terrible. 

(Reblogged from carry-on98)


Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Doug Kershaw and a completely shitcanned Leon Russell - Jambalaya

At the 4th of July picnic.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “Jambalaya” is maybe the best really stupid song ever written. 

(Reblogged from dcy3)




"Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman from Tracy Chapman (live at Nelson Mandela 70th Tribute Concert, 1988)

I missed acoustic albums. They weren’t necessarily too abundant in the ’90s and the ones I found weren’t what I was lookng for. Listening to Tracy Chapman’s self-titled debut, was a nice surprise. Although I had never listened to her music, it’s reasonable that her name was familiar to me, given her popularity back in 1988. But for some reason I thought she did other type of music and never imagined that folk would come out of her in such a pure and natural way.

Tonight, I feel I’ll be listening to this album quite a lot in the next weeks; maybe months. 

This song was everywhere when I was 12 and I did not get it at ALL. Then I heard it for the first time in years when I was about 25 years old and suddenly it was the most brilliant shit ever. It has all-time classic status for me now, but to some extent I think you have to be a working class adult to really feel the words to this one deep down in your soul. Little kids and rich people are not the audience for this song.

This song.

What an absolute motherfucker of a song.

See…the thing about “Fast Car” is this: the woman in the song has dreams that are so small, so unassuming, so modest, that they’re barely dreams at all. And they still don’t come true.

(Reblogged from velveteenrabbit)

“Me only have one ambition, y’know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together - black, white, Chinese, everyone - that’s all.”

AKA The Single Most Ambitious Thing Of All Time