For the most part I'm not a big fan of guys my age who play acoustic guitar. It starts earnestly but quickly descends into the depths of cheap John Mayer (who is already mediocre) knockoffs like this God-awful travesty. A few diamonds in the penny mine are able to transcend the AE-wearin', Owl City-listenin', Adam Brody-lookin' cliché.
Sugarplum Bear posted this video on the wall of Dutchess Dragonmane and I was immediately on board with this guy. I triple dog dare you not to giggle when you watch it.
His music, like Sugarplum says, "makes my heart smile." Sure, sometimes it does start sliding into the realm of guitar-boy stereotype-land, but there's something, I don't know what, but something that keeps it genuine.
Is it that he's Michigan-born and Midwest is best?
Or that he's a freckled redhead?
Or that his blog shows how he's just a normal, nice dude?
I don't know. What I do know is he's talented and my auditory nerves enjoy what he does.
Jazzy Jeff's Last FM has a gaggle of his songs available for free download. And his Youtube account features a bunch of originals, covers, and collaborations including another with his precious sister that may just be cuter than Say Hello.
Jim and Pam's wedding? The writers are totally reading our blog because we are the only place that reported the choreographed "Forever" routine. You're welcome, America.
I am still upset about Jim's choice of Pam over Karen. Karen is an ambitious, witty, and independent woman. Pam is a mousy, annoying twit who dropped out of art school. Also, during the earlier seasons, she had really gross hair. Pam embodies the girl you settle for, Karen is the lady you dream of.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that my heart was a-goin' pitter-patter during the whole wedding episode. And, fair enough, I melted into a puddle of estrogen when Jim cut his tie, but let's be real here, it all would've been way better with Karen.
I saw the movie "Adam" recently (read: a while back when I wrote the first draft of this) and certain points were loaded with information about space that the protagonist spouted off with ease. All of the terms he used flew right over my head/went in one ear and out the other. This is when I again remembered how crazy wicked outer space is.
The universe once again entered my life after a morning of looking at pictures taken by the Hubble Telescope. After a few minutes of "Oohing" and "Ahwing" (that is how I decided to distinguish the painful/relaxing "Ahh" from the cutesy "Aww") over some spectacular new discoveries, Intensity and I stumbled upon a website for the University of Cape Town's Astrophysics and Space Science Programme which includes course information for their Masters program(me). Shit's crazy looking. Seriously.
We then realized that outer space is something that neither of us would really understand. I mean, there are a lot of topics that I'll never know much about like poultry science or financial studies (someone's gotta do it). But astronomy?! Cool stuff.
Keep up the good work,astronomers, physicists, and astronauts.
Not cosmonauts, though. Right everyone who saw David Cross?
Soon after our revelation, Intensity and I came across RateMyTurban.com and were quickly distracted.
(Don't read this: If the universe is constantly expanding, what is it expanding to? Mind fuuuck. Told you not to read this.
Now not even a turban-wearing baby will be able to erase it from your thoughts)
Oh Lordy. The Hunniez have been busy lately. But obviously not with this. Never fear, dear readers, never fear. We are so back.
Yeah so, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time listening to the "O Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack. The relationship between a film and a soundtrack can be a complicated thing, especially when you're dealing with a reimagination of a Greek epic poem (in this case, The Odyssey, just in case you didn't know) and a powerful Americana musical setting.
With voices like Alison Krauss and Emmylou Harris among a host of others rooting the film in the cultural traditions of Appalachia.
If you haven't seen it, watch it. If you haven't heard it, listen.
As August marches relentlessly on, the end of summer's freedom draws closer and closer. The Fly Hunniez will officially walk the hallowed halls of our university once again on September 2nd (the effervescent H. Boldt on crutches).
But some songs will carry a hint of sun and sand and warm breezes with them through the fall...
I used to frequent News and Hobby as a youngin' with my dad where he would buy my sister and me Paint-By-Numbers and engraving foils (I made one of a wolf a little while ago and you better believe that badass going to be proudly hanging in my room next year).
Now that's what I'm talking about.
I also remember an abundance of Warheads were purchased since a) they were all the rage at HC Elementary, b) they are fucking tasty, and c) News and Hobby has a quality candy selection where you can buy Warheads by the pound if you so please. And please do.
On a quest for canvas and a new paintbrush I headed back to my old stomping grounds in an effort to both support local business and bring back a flood of nostalgia. The store is exactly the same as it was ten years ago. Cluttured with airplane models and ink pots, News and Hobby is half a little boy's wet dream, half a recreational artist's wet dream.
Look at this display. There are two dogs, an unconvincing deer, and a zebra in a goddamn truck. And see that inflatable dinosaur hanging from the ceiling? Just try and tell me this place isn't worth your time or money.
Part of being a Fly Hunnie is recognizing when things are awesome.
Though we all have excellent taste and are able to discover good, new music without help, sometimes it takes a little push in the right direction to listen to something that may have otherwise been missed.
I can take no credit for knowing about this band, but they are excellent.
I think the immediate draw they have is the fact that they are able to embrace some of the most appealing aspects of current indie releases while not conforming to expected sound. They are lyrically solid, and the vocals are stellar and easy on the ear,
which seems to be a trait found less and less in "authentic" music.
(By the way, I hate when people say things are authentic. Really? Really?)
I might not be able to take credit for all kinds of being aware of the emerging music scene and knowing what's going to be getting big, but thanks to other people noticing that this great little band is opening for Deer Tick, Elf Power, and Bonnie "Prince" Billy. and playing for Daytrotter, I'm going to agree that Englishman is going places.
And hello, they played at Transylvania University. That is awesome. And in Kentucky, but whatever.
Candy can be a divisive issue among friends. Several of my close friends do not like licorice, but I find licorice to be a good thing. I would not dedicate a whole post to licorice in general, but there is a particular variety that I eat constantly, even though I'm not sure if I actually like it.
Red Vines have the fairly unique quality of functioning as a high quality straw, which can then be eaten after use. Not all beverages are conducive to the Red Vine-straw; milk for instance would be a huge mistake. Dr. Pepper, orange juice, and your preferred cola are all great options to drink through a licorice straw, as is, of course, Mr. Pibb, as recommended in the classic SNL digital short "Lazy Sunday," promised to be "crazy-delicious."
Warning: In high quantities, Red Vines can begin to create the sensation that you are eating mildly-flavored wax. Don't let it get to that point, trust me.
I'm trying to become a more marketable housewife (along with Claire). This includes me learning how to embroider and how to cook. I think in order to be a domestic goddess, I will also have to come to terms with the fact that my future husband will inevitably cheat on me with his busty secretary and that I must keep hush about it for the kids. But that's another lesson for another time. Not long ago, I came upon this Smitten Kitchen site. I'm a sucker for food photography and this sated my needs. I soon decided that, hey, I'm a smart cookie, I ought to be able to make some of this fancy stuff.
So I began my journey today where I made Deb's (crazy simple) German pancakes. They are finishing up in the oven as I type. All bubbly and golden brown, they'll be delicious with some Southern peaches I bought yesterday. Also on my list to make: Brown Sugar Brown Butter Shorties and Bittersweet Chocolate and Pear Cake.
Cue someone (Brigid) commenting on how awesome of a cook they supposedly are.
Curled in a chair in the Union during the time when Brigid and I thought it would be possible to bring a certain songstress to the Terrace, I was browsing my iTunes Library to find a fitting opener and I came across a Stereogum download by Praveen and Benoît that I had forgotten about. Upon a relisten, I ventured into the depths of Benoît Pioulard's work and never looked back. Don't be intimidated by the French name. He's really just a Tom from Michigan who makes music that perfectly suits a lazy spring afternoon.
Singer Actress Dancer Designer A-Lister Married to an rapper (namely: Jay-Z)
Not only is she, like, insanely talented vocally, but she is also awesome. Seriously.
She's on the list of top ten people I would want to be. Maybe top five.
But check it. What girl doesn't want to be...
...classy and sexy...
...sweet and sexy...
... or a little bit crazy and sexy?
Want to know the answer? Come on. You know already. Every girl wants to be like that.
She doesn't pull crazy tabloid shit. She's responsible and knows what she wants. (I am writing this after reading about her dreams for Broadway and about how she's waiting to have kids until she can be a responsible mother, not focused on her career.) She's crazy-talented and has a distinct sound and style. And last but not least, she's gorgeous. And hot.
These photos and many more breathtaking works can be found at Kids With Cameras, along with information about the organization.
Some pieces are available for purchase with proceeds going to programs which will held educate these talented kids. So if you have $200+ to drop on a print, by all means, please do. They certainly deserve it.