Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Work of Art, episode 5
I was underwhelmed with this episode as far the the productions, but overwhelmed as far as the drama. whoa Eric, it's about time you left, especially after that little tantrum you pitched. Jackie apologized! Why throw her under the bus? sexual frustration. it's the only answer. she's a hot bitch, and she knows it (obvs), and you're not getting any. Maybe that's why you're so bitter towards Miles too, but he can't help that the chemistry between him and nicole is just too great to ignore! I must say, when they called Miles' name at the end, my stomach sank so far that I couldn't even enjoy the fake out when they said "you're safe". gawd, he's just so unintentionally hip, so innocent and precious, such a "tortured artist", thank you Eric... I just want to take him under my wing and show him a safe, simple, place... (eff you Nicole, I love your love). Thank god Eric's gone, who hasn't seen that coming for the past, hm... 4? episodes? yeah? yeah. Mistake number one: placing miles on the shit team. If he'd been with Nicole, Abdi, and Ryan, that mediocre structure would have certainly brilliant. and the whole 9/11 towers incident probs would have been avoided... next to go? I hope it's peregrine. she's much too judgmental for an artist with no caliber.
Rooney and my brief confidence boost
I'll catch you up gradually on the most significant events from the past few weeks...
July the fifth, 8 am, my alarm goes off. A bit confused, I turned it off and rolled over. 2 and a half hours later I jump up in a flurry to see that I have 6 missed calls and 2 voicemails, and a few angry drunken texts from the night before. I rolled out of bed and strolled outside to take the risk of cleaning up beer bottles and cans barefooted from my kitchen, garage, front yard... the neighbors' front yards... and so on. Dragging the trash cans that smelled of hot beer down to the street didn't affect me so much as the realization that a lot had changed in a single night. Typical, it seems.
I had ended whatever I'd had with Kurt the night before. Seems like nothing, right, I wasn't happy with him and I had attempted an end with him a couple of times before. I stayed strong, but I knew this one was different, it still is. I begged for his friendship, which was then forced, and is now nonexistent. The comment he made that hurt the most was his apology for his inability to be Jared. Pshaw... that's not what I wanted. right? right.
My friends Lela and Kristi, who, when combined with me and a few others, make up "the bitches", interrupted my stream of thought and forced me to realize that we had 30 minutes to plan a trip to New Orleans and find our fourth "bitch", Ben Conway, who was had been m.i.a. for the past few hours... So 5 hours later, we were off in the civ, headed to NOLA with no Ben and no alcohol, and no expectations for what was to come (if you dont count the expectation of finding alcohol). We roll into the courtyard marriot, located conveniently across from the Republic, which was to become our... stumbling grounds if you will. And, after a desperate hunt for white wine, tequila, and Popeye's chicken, we were off to a Rooney concert, where all of Lela's dreams would come true.
Now, I'm not a huge Rooney fan. But, I was drunk, and the rivalry amongst Lela and the teenage girls posing as 21 year olds was quite amusing. Gum-spitting, hair pulling, ass grinding rivalry. (The best kind...) I guess that's why they call us the bitches. So, I was having fun with these facts until Lela and Kristi grabbed me to point out the direction of the lead guitarist's gaze... which was right at me. awwww yeah... eye-sex time. We had beautiful, delicate eye-sex, which graduated to rough and blatant eye-sex that was on the verge of making me uncomfortable, but you know how I love my eye-sex so leave an emphasis on that "on the verge of...". This was fun.
so then. then. Jason Schwartzman, one of my favorite actors and a decent musician, came on stage. uhm, what? I needed reassurance from Lela, I soon got it. apparently he is the lead singer's brother. I squealed. now i was on the level with the hollister-obsessing teenagers surrounding me. except i think i was the only one squealing... but hey, it got the lead guitarist's attention...
so the show ends.. and the band files out into a crowd of bouncy girls. and, I stand in the back, out of line, and I catch mystery rooney member's eye again. at this point my ego has blown off the roof, so i gracefully, drunkenly, stomp to the table, cut off the girls begging for autographs, lean over the table and whisper in his ear.
"Hey, I'm about to get out of here, what are you doing afterwards?"
"I'm not sure, we did it pretty big last night, we might just hang here for a while. You should come back"
"Alright well, we might come back later... once this (insert demeaning glance at impatient tweens) calms down a bit."
"Sounds good. Wait, have I met you before? Maybe at another show?"
"Haha. no. I have never seen y'all before. You were good though... "
"What's your name?"
"Lucy, yours?"
"Taylor"
"Nice to meet you, Taylor. See you later?"
"Yeah, see ya"
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH was being withheld for a whole 10 steps out the door until it leaked. Holy shit.
We would return later to meet everyone, exchange cell phone numbers with yet another member of the band, and make out.
hahahahha okay not really about the making out part.. but I did manage a pretty smooth text message conversation with "Brandon from ROONEY" as he is now called in my contacts list before passing out from mystery 3 dollah shots on bourbon.
Oh, N.O.
So, here's the best part. They are playing a show in Memphis in August. And Lela, Kristi, and I will absolutely be there. here's the worst part. immediately before passing out I drunkenly texted Brandon from ROONEY "ask Taylor if he needs a comfortable bed to sleep in" ... ..... ... no response.
July the fifth, 8 am, my alarm goes off. A bit confused, I turned it off and rolled over. 2 and a half hours later I jump up in a flurry to see that I have 6 missed calls and 2 voicemails, and a few angry drunken texts from the night before. I rolled out of bed and strolled outside to take the risk of cleaning up beer bottles and cans barefooted from my kitchen, garage, front yard... the neighbors' front yards... and so on. Dragging the trash cans that smelled of hot beer down to the street didn't affect me so much as the realization that a lot had changed in a single night. Typical, it seems.
I had ended whatever I'd had with Kurt the night before. Seems like nothing, right, I wasn't happy with him and I had attempted an end with him a couple of times before. I stayed strong, but I knew this one was different, it still is. I begged for his friendship, which was then forced, and is now nonexistent. The comment he made that hurt the most was his apology for his inability to be Jared. Pshaw... that's not what I wanted. right? right.
My friends Lela and Kristi, who, when combined with me and a few others, make up "the bitches", interrupted my stream of thought and forced me to realize that we had 30 minutes to plan a trip to New Orleans and find our fourth "bitch", Ben Conway, who was had been m.i.a. for the past few hours... So 5 hours later, we were off in the civ, headed to NOLA with no Ben and no alcohol, and no expectations for what was to come (if you dont count the expectation of finding alcohol). We roll into the courtyard marriot, located conveniently across from the Republic, which was to become our... stumbling grounds if you will. And, after a desperate hunt for white wine, tequila, and Popeye's chicken, we were off to a Rooney concert, where all of Lela's dreams would come true.
Now, I'm not a huge Rooney fan. But, I was drunk, and the rivalry amongst Lela and the teenage girls posing as 21 year olds was quite amusing. Gum-spitting, hair pulling, ass grinding rivalry. (The best kind...) I guess that's why they call us the bitches. So, I was having fun with these facts until Lela and Kristi grabbed me to point out the direction of the lead guitarist's gaze... which was right at me. awwww yeah... eye-sex time. We had beautiful, delicate eye-sex, which graduated to rough and blatant eye-sex that was on the verge of making me uncomfortable, but you know how I love my eye-sex so leave an emphasis on that "on the verge of...". This was fun.
so then. then. Jason Schwartzman, one of my favorite actors and a decent musician, came on stage. uhm, what? I needed reassurance from Lela, I soon got it. apparently he is the lead singer's brother. I squealed. now i was on the level with the hollister-obsessing teenagers surrounding me. except i think i was the only one squealing... but hey, it got the lead guitarist's attention...
so the show ends.. and the band files out into a crowd of bouncy girls. and, I stand in the back, out of line, and I catch mystery rooney member's eye again. at this point my ego has blown off the roof, so i gracefully, drunkenly, stomp to the table, cut off the girls begging for autographs, lean over the table and whisper in his ear.
"Hey, I'm about to get out of here, what are you doing afterwards?"
"I'm not sure, we did it pretty big last night, we might just hang here for a while. You should come back"
"Alright well, we might come back later... once this (insert demeaning glance at impatient tweens) calms down a bit."
"Sounds good. Wait, have I met you before? Maybe at another show?"
"Haha. no. I have never seen y'all before. You were good though... "
"What's your name?"
"Lucy, yours?"
"Taylor"
"Nice to meet you, Taylor. See you later?"
"Yeah, see ya"
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH was being withheld for a whole 10 steps out the door until it leaked. Holy shit.
We would return later to meet everyone, exchange cell phone numbers with yet another member of the band, and make out.
hahahahha okay not really about the making out part.. but I did manage a pretty smooth text message conversation with "Brandon from ROONEY" as he is now called in my contacts list before passing out from mystery 3 dollah shots on bourbon.
Oh, N.O.
So, here's the best part. They are playing a show in Memphis in August. And Lela, Kristi, and I will absolutely be there. here's the worst part. immediately before passing out I drunkenly texted Brandon from ROONEY "ask Taylor if he needs a comfortable bed to sleep in" ... ..... ... no response.
Brief but good...
Ok. sorry i'm such a slacker... but I've had a hell of a few weeks. I'm not going to get into catching up right now, seeing as it would probably take like 678087 hours and Work of Art starts in an hour and a half and i might cry if I miss the beginnings of Miles and Nicole's secret urban outfitters blog-worthy relationship... which is inevitable... btw if yall dont know what im talking about, get on it. new fave Bravo reality show... i think Project Runway might be replaced. blaspheme? you might think so. until you watch. anyway... updates on that to come later (obvs).
Here's a taster though....
first of all: best collaboration evr evr evr evrrrrrr for summer 2010. who knows if converse thought of it, or the brilliant minds of best coast, kid cudi, and vampire weekend needed some extra cash, but I don't care because this music video/ad made me want to get up off the couch and go buy some converses. okay... almost. sorry converse... but hey, super hip new vid!
while you're at it go listen to best coast's album Crazy For You. solid gold.
speaking of solid gold, "everything Karl Lagerfield does is gold," and his new Chanel fall 2010 collection is too. Rawr. all i can say. Watch out Taylor Lautner..
i screamed when i saw those boots. to which my mother responded, "start looking for knockoffs, honey." FML.
post l8r bitcheszzz
Here's a taster though....
first of all: best collaboration evr evr evr evrrrrrr for summer 2010. who knows if converse thought of it, or the brilliant minds of best coast, kid cudi, and vampire weekend needed some extra cash, but I don't care because this music video/ad made me want to get up off the couch and go buy some converses. okay... almost. sorry converse... but hey, super hip new vid!
while you're at it go listen to best coast's album Crazy For You. solid gold.
speaking of solid gold, "everything Karl Lagerfield does is gold," and his new Chanel fall 2010 collection is too. Rawr. all i can say. Watch out Taylor Lautner..
i screamed when i saw those boots. to which my mother responded, "start looking for knockoffs, honey." FML.
post l8r bitcheszzz
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
New new music news
Preface: I am about to pretentiously rant about alternative music. I realize that this blog is almost entirely geared towards Leila, but... suck it.
Two days ago the Black Keys released a new album called Brothers. Clearly they've shown growth with Attack and Release, which this album isn't quite as evident of, but there are some subtle, creditable additions. I am loving Everlasting Light, a falsetto track which is obvs a risk for them, and the female voice samples on some other tracks. Tighten Up, which some may remember from Rites of Spring, was produced by Danger Mouse (the Gorillaz guy... in case you were wondering... which btdubs, Plastic Beach is incredible, no matter how much i hate to admit...) and is the poppiest and catchiest track in my opinion. It degrades itself within its first 20 seconds with an "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" intro, but it makes up for it once that's over. Surely it will make the next single, though not my personal fave of Brothers. As always, some tracks are outstanding and conspicuous among a handful that blend in with the rest of the Black Keys not-so-popular songs. Overall, it's exactly what you would expect from the Black Keys at this point, and that doesn't mean that it's not an excellent album. It's definitely worth checking out, and I have a feeling it is one that will grow on me in no time.
Interview for those with the time...
http://www.interviewmagazine.com/blogs/music/2010-05-17/black-keys-brothers/
Track for those who should make the time...
On a slightly more exciting note (no offense to the black keys)...
June 29 is a date to mark in your calendars if you appreciate music at all. Wolf Parade, my favorite Canadian band of. all. time. is releasing an album on this date, 19 days after I will (hopefully) be seeing them at Pitchfork Music Fest in Chicago. The two songs streaming on pitchfork left me even more excited for the show than i was before (if that is even possible). so. get pumped and check out this recordddd (slash their last few if you haven't already... for shame!).
Wolf Parade - What Did My Lover Say? (It Always Had To Go This Way)
Wolf Parade - Ghost Pressure
Lastly, Sea of Cowards is everything I wanted and more from The Dead Weather. Who would have thought it could get better than Horehound? Not to mention their live show will blow you away. Even the album artwork and music video direction are absolutely incredible... fyi, history of the mask Alison is wearing in this photo: despite popular belief it is not just a mardi gras mask design. In the medieval ages, doctors wore these around patients with the black plague, and would stuff lavender and such into the tip of the nose so as to avoid contagion. It was the last sight of many of those on their deathbed. creepy, huh? The Dead Weather would.
Where Karen O's wild rumpus ended, Alison Mosshart's just started:
The Dead Weather - I'm Mad (Studio Version)
Flora Sigismondi, director of Runaways (amazing movie if you haven't seen it yet, and still in theatres), did this video for the single off of the album. makes sense, it's amazing.
Two days ago the Black Keys released a new album called Brothers. Clearly they've shown growth with Attack and Release, which this album isn't quite as evident of, but there are some subtle, creditable additions. I am loving Everlasting Light, a falsetto track which is obvs a risk for them, and the female voice samples on some other tracks. Tighten Up, which some may remember from Rites of Spring, was produced by Danger Mouse (the Gorillaz guy... in case you were wondering... which btdubs, Plastic Beach is incredible, no matter how much i hate to admit...) and is the poppiest and catchiest track in my opinion. It degrades itself within its first 20 seconds with an "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" intro, but it makes up for it once that's over. Surely it will make the next single, though not my personal fave of Brothers. As always, some tracks are outstanding and conspicuous among a handful that blend in with the rest of the Black Keys not-so-popular songs. Overall, it's exactly what you would expect from the Black Keys at this point, and that doesn't mean that it's not an excellent album. It's definitely worth checking out, and I have a feeling it is one that will grow on me in no time.
Interview for those with the time...
http://www.interviewmagazine.com/blogs/music/2010-05-17/black-keys-brothers/
Track for those who should make the time...
On a slightly more exciting note (no offense to the black keys)...
June 29 is a date to mark in your calendars if you appreciate music at all. Wolf Parade, my favorite Canadian band of. all. time. is releasing an album on this date, 19 days after I will (hopefully) be seeing them at Pitchfork Music Fest in Chicago. The two songs streaming on pitchfork left me even more excited for the show than i was before (if that is even possible). so. get pumped and check out this recordddd (slash their last few if you haven't already... for shame!).
Wolf Parade - What Did My Lover Say? (It Always Had To Go This Way)
Wolf Parade - Ghost Pressure
Lastly, Sea of Cowards is everything I wanted and more from The Dead Weather. Who would have thought it could get better than Horehound? Not to mention their live show will blow you away. Even the album artwork and music video direction are absolutely incredible... fyi, history of the mask Alison is wearing in this photo: despite popular belief it is not just a mardi gras mask design. In the medieval ages, doctors wore these around patients with the black plague, and would stuff lavender and such into the tip of the nose so as to avoid contagion. It was the last sight of many of those on their deathbed. creepy, huh? The Dead Weather would. Where Karen O's wild rumpus ended, Alison Mosshart's just started:
The Dead Weather - I'm Mad (Studio Version)
Flora Sigismondi, director of Runaways (amazing movie if you haven't seen it yet, and still in theatres), did this video for the single off of the album. makes sense, it's amazing.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
making something out of nothing
Or nothing out of something...
Back to Jackson. busier than ever and yet, nothing going on.
Here's some updates...
Kurt and I, being the rebellious Banksy-idolizing teenagers that we are, made this periscope stencil and went tagging late the other night. we graffitied two buildings and an electric box... and there's more to come. Dum dum dummmm...
soon the town will be ours. muahaha...
hmm.. what else.. I hung out with millsapsians last night. plus kerry and kurt. it was lovely. Kerry convinced me to download this app called hipstamatic, its a camera app that takes pretty badass pictures... the type that Matthew Burnick would inevitably make fun of me for, but i love it none the less. You can change the lens and flash and all kinds of stuff... check it out
My grandparents are coming to visit in t minus 10 minutes now.. so i've been cleaning up and running errands all day. I went to the grocery store and saw a hilarrible sight. Let me preface this story slash picture with some facts.
America is the leading country in its number of fat people. Mississippi is the leading state in America in its number of fat people. Jackson, MS is one of the fattest cities in the fattest state in the fattest country in the whole world.
Exhibit A:
See that bag of chicken sitting on the conveyor belt? She just finished gnawing a piece right there in line. yep. you can't make that shit up.
I've got to start making money and hopefully selling art or something... painting things to sell means you have to make it appealing to a wide market though, which is tough. I've never really done non-subjective stuff so i'm trying it out. i made some studies for some things I might paint on glass in the near future and hopefully they'll sell.. these are just collage though. I have a bunch of them, they're all similar. give me some constructive criticism, guys. anybody want to commission me?? ;)
I miss everybody at Rhodes so much, it's weird having to leave my house to go see my friends now. keep this up and start commenting!
Back to Jackson. busier than ever and yet, nothing going on.
Here's some updates...
Kurt and I, being the rebellious Banksy-idolizing teenagers that we are, made this periscope stencil and went tagging late the other night. we graffitied two buildings and an electric box... and there's more to come. Dum dum dummmm...
soon the town will be ours. muahaha...
hmm.. what else.. I hung out with millsapsians last night. plus kerry and kurt. it was lovely. Kerry convinced me to download this app called hipstamatic, its a camera app that takes pretty badass pictures... the type that Matthew Burnick would inevitably make fun of me for, but i love it none the less. You can change the lens and flash and all kinds of stuff... check it out
My grandparents are coming to visit in t minus 10 minutes now.. so i've been cleaning up and running errands all day. I went to the grocery store and saw a hilarrible sight. Let me preface this story slash picture with some facts.
America is the leading country in its number of fat people. Mississippi is the leading state in America in its number of fat people. Jackson, MS is one of the fattest cities in the fattest state in the fattest country in the whole world.
Exhibit A:
See that bag of chicken sitting on the conveyor belt? She just finished gnawing a piece right there in line. yep. you can't make that shit up.
I've got to start making money and hopefully selling art or something... painting things to sell means you have to make it appealing to a wide market though, which is tough. I've never really done non-subjective stuff so i'm trying it out. i made some studies for some things I might paint on glass in the near future and hopefully they'll sell.. these are just collage though. I have a bunch of them, they're all similar. give me some constructive criticism, guys. anybody want to commission me?? ;)
I miss everybody at Rhodes so much, it's weird having to leave my house to go see my friends now. keep this up and start commenting!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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