"Ice Cube told me 25 years later that the beat always comes first."
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Anonymous said: yo dogg, I actually work at the Fox News Center; there are hell babies everywhere, always crawling around, and they have eyes on their palms and soles of their feet, but none in their head (no eye holes either, just smooth skin) and also they have reverse toilets that bring poop and pee and such INTO the building, rather than out of it. None of the anchors there cast any shadows, and can only communicate in a weird shrieking language. Nice snack bar, tho.
You know, got to weigh the positives against the negatives.
You cannot care about posterity. You have no idea about it. Posterity is literally a dead man’s game. —
(Someone do a t-shirt with this on the back and “Nostalgia is an emotion for people with no future” on the front)
[Don’t know why tumblr has stopped crediting stuff when you reblog, but the above is Miles, not me.]
I really love Kieron’s comic writing, but his writing about writing is sometimes even more valuable to me. (And I’ll take one of of those t-shirts in black, please.)
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so i just took the time that i usually spend getting groceries/paying bills/doing laundry/dickin around online while my kid is at preschool and took the saab up to the mountains where i spent an hour scaring the piss out of myself playing eric carlsson on gravel roads instead
and actually succeeded in making myself forget how fucked the entire world is for a little while
i should be doing this once a week at least
Reblogging this post because the “playing eric carlsson” link includes my favorite motorsports photo of all time.
Dance music needs riot grrrls. Dance music needs Patti Smith. It needs DJ Sprinkles. Dance music needs some discomfort with its euphoria. Dance music needs salt in its wounds. Dance music needs women over the age of 40. Dance needs breastfeeding DJs trying to get their kids to sleep before they have to play. Dance needs cranky queers and teenagers who are really tired of this shit. Dance music needs writers and critics and academics and historians. Dance music needs poor people and people who don’t have the right shoes to get into the club. Dance music needs shirts without collars. Dance music needs people who struggled all week. Dance music needs people that had to come before midnight because they couldn’t afford full admission. Dance music does not need more of the status quo. — The Black Madonna (via britticisms)
abbyjean said: advice question: it is a dark and stormy (literally) monday morning and i am having trouble getting going. my usual tactic is to play jams, loudly, to gain some momentum. but my coworkers are very quiet and would not appreciate it. how can i energize my morning?
well david brooks thinks that things are good with him and he feels pretty chill so you are overreacting and being pessimistic and should snap out of it
its easy in this world to forget the importance of the-thing-called-art as a personal ritual thats helpful to just you and maybe a few other people, instead of a product waiting to be judged and consumed by the cash-glands and word-glands of a shadow audience
A Thomas Friedman-esque solution to the crisis.
Ornette Coleman: Do you ever ask yourself if the language that you speak now interferes with your actual thoughts? Can a language of origin influence your thoughts?
This conversation excerpt = !
Wow, Q Magazine is finally going to get to the bottom of this whole Oasis thing! FINALLY! They’d only done 50,000 Oasis cover stories before (All of which have had “Liam: “I fornicated with a vagina-shaped cake at my birthday party” or whatever on the cover), but I really think this is the one that’s going to solve the Murder of Sir Winton Slimbottom once and for all. This is the one where they get Liam to say who the murderer is. Finally! Thank you, Q Magazine— thank you for pledging to put Oasis on your cover once a month until Sir Slimbottom is finally avenged!