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I Don’t Understand Job by Garfunkel and Oates (via rikilind)

The line “Like Sam Jackson I’m not as good with Shaft” made me die laughing.

Mooomins! They’re going to show it in faked 3D and old-school 2D. I’m an old-school soul so that’s what I watch. I do not like to force my eyes to adapt to an unnatural phenomenon., it gives headache.

AMC’s The Walking Dead Official Trailer [HQ] (via VoltronShakespeare)

I don’t care about Mad Men. I want Dead Men Walking. Now.

meghanagain:

perpetua:

Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
“Bottled In Cork”

The best song on the new Ted Leo album! Video written and directed by Tom Scharpling! Paul F Tompkins! John Hodgman! Julie Klausner! AP Mike! DJ Terre T! My friend Christine!! That guy from Titus Andronicus! Musical theater! Hilarity! Best video of 2010!

If you are very eagle-eyed, you can spot me as well, lurking, there — no, not — yes. There. At the corner of a frame. If you are not eagle-eyed, or even if you are but in addition to being eagle-eyed you prefer to use your imagination, do as I say now. See that shot of Christine, the lady in the green Sin Eaters shirt? See that shot of acclaimed playwright Jason Grote, the gentleman in the leather jacket? Now imagine someone is sitting between them. Someone is. I shan’t tell you who. Okay, it’s me

This was a really fun day. I applied eyeliner on the subway and lost an earring while walking to the club; it helped me get into character, as did this. On set we drank Parklifes (Parklives?) until we felt like good actors. Ted Leo played a few tunes for us in between shots. Everyone was super nice! And Christine took some behind-the-scenes photos. So basically everything about this is the best. TAKE A WHISPERING CLASS.

(I want to write something as I don’t really believe in just reblogging, but can’t think of anything more than OHHHH! TED LEO!)

Jon Langford “Nashville Radio” (via johnnyyen909)

To continue being on the topic of Hank Williams.

‘The Goon’ - Trailer 2 (HD)

I so want to see this now now now.

GVOYW - Warm tea at music festival.

hypem:

perpetua:

Britta Persson
“Meet A Bear”

New video! It includes interpretative dancing and multiple Brittas, but absolutely no bear meetings. Trade-offs.

Britta Persson demands a reblog.

During on of her gigs I was soaked. After one or two songs the rain started to pour, and when I say pour I mean it. It was cold, I shivered and was wet in every fold and crevice. I could have taken a few steps aside, there were a roof about three metres away. But no. I was mesmerised and stubborn but eventually I had to use the umbrella. (Yeah, I got one of those too and could have avoided the water even where I stood. Stupidity is a way of life. As is good music.)

1:39

Rough Bunnies - Balz Came and Went

Because who doesn’t love Rough Bunnies? (Well, if you’re one of them you’re eligible for my gaze of disapproval.)

Tom Waits - I Don’t Want To Grow Up (via ICross)

Bone Machine. The old almost clichéd line “one of my favourite albums” doesn’t begin to do it justice.

Listen to that, followed by Stina Nordenstam’s Dynamite and Scout Niblett’s The Calcination of Scout Niblett. An evening filled with dark twisted greatness.

Anthony Bourdain No Reservations Chicago Silver Palm Restaurant (via cyrilic)

Sorry about the spam of food porn, but I want to go to Chicago to eat a fucking sandwich now. That’s an expense that’s a tad too high to be realistic. But if I had the money I’d do it.

Anthony Bourdain No Reservations Food Porn Terrance Brennan (via cyrilic)

Cheese! Seriously, cheeeeeese! (And idiotic youtube comments, but I don’t recommend you read those — they’ll only piss you off.)

Mekons @ Bristol ”Ghosts of American Astronauts” live at Bonaventures 21st Feb 08.

1969. Of course. Space, it can’t be the final frontier. It’s just there, space, lots of space. Nothingness. Dust. It’s a bit like a sea, it’s what on the other side that’s important. The islands, the shores. I am admittedly a space romantic, but sitting back and not do anything to explore and push technology needed further isn’t a good option. It’s expensive, yeah, there are places that need the money more, granted, but something isn’t all or nothing. There must be a balance. We went to the Moon in a glorified calculator — technology or money alone isn’t the answer, it’s the will and the brain to overcome obstacles. Shit, I wish I was smarter.

This is really post 1971 because some idiot posted other crap without looking at the post count. I will not be daunted by the facts of reality or a mere number! From now on it’s 1968, 1970, 1971, 1969, 1972. Sorry if this proves to be an inconvenience for you world but you just have to deal. 

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