There is nothing sacred about art or subculture. They’re both relative. Things can only be sacred when there is an absolute. In other words, get over your favorite band or artist selling out and the corporate marketing gimmicks aimed at youth culture. They didn’t pee on integrity or authenticity because neither exist absolutely in art.
His latest innovation is to sell each with a pair of earplugs included.– AP on what inventor of the vuvuzela, Neil Van Schalkwyk’s next big marketing move will be.
Friend: “Hey what are you doing this Saturday night?!” Me: “Oh you know, just drawing pictures of koalas and Hammurabi on my giant white-board.”
I’ll never understand why counter-culture always tries to lump fashion into their whole “falling in line with the man” kind of shit. Fashion is only possible when enough people hate the current trends.
I’m about to go to this. My roommate is giving a 5 minute talk (with slides) about how the chord change in Bon Jovi’s Living On a Prayer is an aural high-five. At least I’m pretty sure that’s the thesis. It doesn’t sound as good when you say it out loud. Maybe “the chord change in Bon Jovi’s Living On a Prayer is what a high-five feels like” is his...
The World Cup has turned out like WWII! The French surrendered early, the...– (via julianaeveryday)
Modest Mouse - Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
I used to smoke a lot of pot in highschool. I wasn’t a pot head by the usually accepted standards of the slang, but I smoked a lot. To put it one way, I was less stoned than the guys I used to skateboard with but more stoned than the people who took highschool theater seriously enough to spell it “theatre.” This one time I even had a brief stint as a dealer when my mom let one of my troubled-youth...
The call against the US team makes me feel really vulnerable and listless. Like someone just slapped my hand for being too eager while reciting some tired proverb about moderation.
Andrew Bird - Souverian Steal me away from all...
I can’t wait for when the offspring of hipsters turn against their parents in 15-20 years like we all did with our hippy/baby-boomer parents. Call it schadenfreude, but I’m just really into the idea of utterly meaningless cultural relevance being rendered inert by age and children. Especially when the cultural movement doesn’t even have a cause to desperately cling to, just an...
In 1965, French conman Pierre Plantard confessed to planting forgeries of historical documents in France’s national library to perpetuate myths he had created about the Priory of Sion. These myths, just a few decades later, inspired books like Holy Blood Holy Grail and The Da Vinci Code, not to mention a whole septic leak of mainstream conspiracy theories and a deluge of subconsciously...
Why hasn’t this been made into a movie yet?!
I have a website for my drawings and greeting cards now. GO! Go be underwhelmed by my childish drawings! Once you do, be sure to check back regularly as I will be adding new pieces, new cards, and lots of other goodies like, all the time, duh.
I’ve been spending too much time working with my laptop. I just looked at the pot of gravy I mindlessly left out after making dinner tonight and my first thought was “I should delete that.”
Galaxie 500 - Ceremony (Joy Division cover)
According to the display down the block from me in Seattle, their “new...– Someone named sweetmidgets in the Gawker comments section of this article on American Apparel’s revised hiring policies.
Dear 20-30 year-old ladies, a lot of us...
I never call myself an artist because I think it’s pretentious and most of the time whenever I hear someone else say it I think “oh god, here we go” and immediately write them off (not as a person, but as someone I want to talk to) so when people ask me what I do and we get done with all the boring prerequisites for that sort of topic and the subject of me drawing pictures comes...
Lately, I’ve entered this really dark place where I drink less, work out more, and go to bed earlier. I feel utterly defeated, with absolutely nothing to say or show for it. I feel like I’m pulling back the heavy curtains on the Bertrand Russell phase of my life.