Need You Now

Being a big fan of sports, fun and Cut Copy, this video was inevitably enjoyable.

Cut Copy - "Need You Now" from stereogum on Vimeo.

Tourettes Karaoke: Erasure's "A little respect"

At first I felt guilty at laughing at this video. Then I read about him being married, having two kids, and I found myself feeling that life is affirmed by all this cussing. Good job buddy.

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Cut Copy released their latest album, Zonoscope. If you're on Twitter, you can log in and listen to it stream here.

dreamscape

Cut my viewing of that Fringe episode with toads and butterflies because I thought it was the right thing to do before I slept. But soon after I turned off my lights, I heard a scrapping sound in my room. I sat in the dark, trying figuring out if it was just my imagination or some piece or paper flapping in the dark. It wasn't. So I said, fuck it, turned on my bedside lamp, and found the greenest grasshopper flying around my ceiling. Shit. Now wide awake.

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I hate it when I recommend music or movies and the person I recommended it to asks if it's happy music or a light movie. I never really know what to say to that. I don't think my mind works that way. I usually just want to know if it's good or bad, and even then I'll want to hear/see it myself and have make my own opinion. And if it's good stuff, that's always uplifting and encouraging.

But as I get older, I feel more vulnerable, and easily affected. A bit of self-preservation begins to kick in. It comes in the form of thoughts that say, "I don't want to fill my mind with stuff that can affect me. Life's too short to be affected." Sometimes it really is tempting to bliss out, to find music, movies, and books that are just easier to digest, minus the complexities of layered themes and meaning. But that's how you become a contented cow, wagyu ready for the slaughter.

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Contented Cow was the name of my brother's best bud's high school to college band. It's got an interesting origin story.

Teodulo Protomartir

It's unfortunate that I do not know more of Teodulo Protomartir, whose photos of 1946 Manila put the art in artifact, but I'm glad I caught his show at Silverlens. Amazing photos. This just wasn't a guy with a camera experimenting with a relatively new medium. This was a guy with a unique and timeless vision. His composition and knack for visually articulating a moment will put those scarf-wearing, from-hip-shooting kids to shame.

Silverlens press on Protomartir here. The show opened yesterday and will be on for a month. Go see it.