Hipster Weddings

When my sister got married last summer, she and her husband had their first dance to a country song i can no longer remember the name of (i have been trying for years to replace Kenny Chesney with Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. it has been an uphill battle). After scanning an article on "indie weddings" in the most recent Park Slope weekly (i swear i was getting my nails done at the time), it occurred to me: what do hipsters play at their weddings? Do they conform and dance along to the "YMCA"? Do they play "La La Love You" and expect that their grandma get on down to it? These are the questions that plague me.

10 Word Reviews: Feed the Animals

Shorter, more diverse, frenetic samples. I'll be at the show.

Shining Like a Dime

Often, I am pretty sure Tom Waits has the ability to read my mind. Last night at 3am, wedged between a sleeping transvestite and a woman reading the Bible aloud, I was nearly certain "Downtown Train" was written specifically about the R train between Canal and DeKalb. Then the transvestite tried to put her head on my shoulder. And I was convinced.

The Power of Music

There are only a few things that automatically make me cry. One is graduations (I wish I were able to explain this). Another is animals.

As anyone who knows me (and only people who know me read this), I love dogs. Lurrrvvv them. And a dog in distress is potentially the saddest thing that has ever happended. The ASPCA decided, for both heart-wrenching and money-donating reasons, to feature Sarah McLachlan in their most recent campaign. It is effective. Hearing "In the Arms of an Angel" while viewing sad puppy eyes is overwhelming. Ordinarily, this song would merely make me nostalgic for being 13 (Lilith Fair '98!), but right now I just want to run through the streets until I find a stray dog to save.

I am going to donate right now. As soon as I stop crying.

So that you can have a good cry too:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iu_JqNdp2As

Life Imitates Art

N: ps- i just tried "brow gel" for the first time
what a BIZARRE feeling
mascara for your eyebrows
me: and how do your brows look?
N: organized?
i guess thats the best way to describe it
PRECISE
me: hahahahaa
N: haphazardly precise
this Better get a blog mention
me: on mine?
N: ehhh sure
me: figure out a way to relate your organized eye brows to music and you've got a deal
N: EASY:

Lean Back

Many people think that dance phenomenons start on the street--the physical manifestations of a neighborhood, a group of friends or a new musical style. They are wrong. New moves are, in fact, generated by the gchat conversations:

me: and if the power is out, you don't have to work
coffee break!
even though you don't do that anymore
ws: heheh
exactly
just gonna sit in my chair
chair
and refuse to do anything
me: hands on head, lean back
ws: heheheheh
perrrrfect
me: also, sounds like a dance move
ws: lean back
lean back
put yo hands on yo hand
lean back
me: fat joe meets inxs

Lou Reed, I will never stop loving you

Normally, when celebrities rip on the poor (literally and figuratively) reporters who interview them, I can't help but side with the question-asker/abuse-taker. And, you know, think a little less of the celebrity. This rule was broken today by Lou Reed. Not because the interviewer had it coming, but just because Lou is so effing crazy its hilarious.

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/06/lou_reed_talks_his_new_radio_s.html

Then again, the singer of my all-time favorite song will never be far from my heart, even if he is a total ass.