The first solo album from the former Distillers singer Brody Dalle feels like a time capsule from the ’90s.
We can’t wait to see this woman rock our faces off May 4th!!!!!!
Proof why one should never attempt to sing The Cranberries at karaoke. Dolores is a queen.
In the wake of Gabriel García Márquez’s death, wisdom from his 1982 Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Complement with Faulkner’s iconic 1950 Nobel speech on the role o the writer as a booster of the human heart, which Márquez bows to here. (via explore-blog)
Our summer attitude and fashion inspiration right here > Mix pink, leopard, camo, hats, slip-ons, sweatshirts and rolled-up jeans with a big smile.
If you need to learn about emotions, what better teacher than Jon Hamm?
This guy is crazy and we love him for it…. Tiburón Tropicallll.
Moderat - “Bad Kingdom”
I could listen to this song all day on loop…and I have.
April 26 we’ll be pulling an all nighter in some warehouse in BK with these three, woo!!!!
No scheduled classes and a crummy sickness really made this weekend a restless bore. Especially after such a exciting (and occasionally nauseating) weekend before it. The bliss at the xx was only half the story. Read below to see how it all began: seeing Warpaint with one of our favorite people one crazy Friday night in New York.
Reuniting with our friend Jonathan is always the best — we chill we wax philosophical we dance we drink and eat awesome stuff — but this time was above and beyond because we were going to see Warpaint together. All these months, counting down to the band’s stop at Webster Hall built up an excitement that finally popped off during pre-show drinks at Sake Bar Decibel. Wrapped up in the coolness of underground Japan, interesting snacks and great conversation soundtracked by the Flaming Lips, we missed opener Cat Le Bon but made it right on time to see our LA ladies hit the stage.
This show was special for celebrating series of firsts: it was Jon’s first Warpaint show, our first concert of 2014 and the first time seeing the band after learning the lyrics to the new songs. During the hundreds of times we listened to Warpaint’s sexy self-titled new album we imagined singing all our new faves while dancing like no one’s watching. From swaying to ‘Intro/Keep It Healthy’ and the super laid back ‘Feeling Alright’ to pretending to be angel-voiced Emily Kokal during ‘Biggy’ and shaking booty to the trip-hoppy goodness of ‘Hi’ and live treat ‘No Way Out,’ we did it all. The fun factor hit next level during super jam, ‘Disco//Very’ where the three of us went off, on the heels of that menacing bass line and the equally deadly lyrics that we yelled with much abandon. This threesome´stuck out like a bunch of crazies among a sea of more conservative crowd toward the back and it was such a blast!
A flurry of deep cuts gave way to the hits, ‘Love is to Die’ and an extended jam version of ‘Undertow’ before finishing off the show with ‘Drive’ and ‘Elephants.’ Now, it might’ve been the unruly combination of unfiltered sake, e-cig vapes, Patron cafe and my mutilated brain but despite what the setlist says I don’t remember ‘Drive’ being played before ‘Elephants’ but as I trust my brain as far as I throw it, let’s go with the official setlist.
We left the venue on a high, feeling alright (hurr, hurr) looking for a quick bite and a drink before hitting up the after party. Late night NYC offered us death by hot fiyah and laughter via Mamoun’s Falafel’s homemade hot sauce, a trip to the city’s smallest bar bathroom, toothpaste cocktails and good conversation before heading to Webster Hall’s basement. It was decent enough at first: Human League playing and flattering the buns off the most adorable, perfectly styled son of the 90s. Then an overzealous lady bouncer, one second away from strip searching the Jon in the name of club security, killed our vibe a bit. Walking into a very bizarre 90s rave with hypersessual youths humping to the rhythm of criminal mashups while getting their suckerfish didn’t help much either. Once we caught on that the Warpaint-related portion of this party came and went before we arrived, Snail and I turned into Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon at the party and it was time to retire. After birthing of our hit single, “The Hot Sauce (Watch Out),” we made our way out of the rabbit hole and bid adieu to our dear friend, who enriched lives like he always does, on the dance floor and everywhere else.
We missed Warpaint’s DJ set and that’s okay because, well, hot sauce, ya know? #everythinghappensforreason #blessed
Thanks to Jon Tomorrow and Warpaint for such a memorable series of firsts and remember kids, don’t get too cocky with the hot sauce. —Cheep
Photo by Greg Chow (click his name for more cool live pics)
Louis C.K. if only we could count the ways we love you.
This monologue on SNL last night was wonderful. As someone who’s native language isn’t english, I often ask myself why people say things like “wife beater” and “starving” so casually. But since I live here, and I need to speak like people do, I have too said those things… Anyway that’s just a casual side comment, what’s really awesome is the rest of this monologue just watch it and enjoy. - Snail