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| From that Vivian Maier lady everyone is dying about right now |
Here's some things I am really excited for everyone to read. In other news I ate some hummus and Cholula on an everything bagel like twenty minutes ago, but I can still totally smell it somehow. I'm sort of worried I dropped a glob of it onto my tits or something and I'm going to be forced to relive that ill-advised snack all night now. #lifeishard
Weird, you can .
Here's a piece I did on some caffeinated cocktail options in a post Loko world.
In late November, the narcs at the Alcoholic Beverages Control Commission decided to ban the sale of caffeinated alcoholic beverages like Four Loko, leaving legions of amateur imbibers wondering how to avoid passing out before the party ends. Sophisticated drinkers like you probably didn't mess around with that metallic, sweetly medicinal stuff - maybe because it tasted like a robot's balls, or maybe because your idea of a fun night on the town doesn't include a visit to the ER. Stuff
There's a new Tapes 'N Tapes record. Remember when they invented blogs? That was weird.
“One in the World” flirts with the predominant tropicália vibe du jour with a stick-on-stick beat and buoyant horns. And “Freak Out” is a grim dance party that threatens to push the honky-tonk into the swamp. It’s a broad spectrum of styles, but sometimes that’s just another way to describe the comfort of being your (multiple) selves. Boston Phoenix
The band Cake is still around, raising their eyebrow-horns at things.
The sixth record from Californian arch indie foils Cake brings up a lot of questions right off the bat, like “Wait, Cake has six records?’’...
There’s more than just the “Cake’’ sound here, however, with forays into Beatles-esque day-tripping and mariachi-style border-jumping broadening the sonic scope and serving as a testament to how the band has stayed viable, one-trick pony misnomer to the contrary. Boston Globe
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