the actual articulation of whatever

Do you understand what I’m saying, Sir? (This is also a concert I’d like to go to).

I never knew this could happen to me. “Silent Shout” The Knife

This is the concert I’d like to see most right now.

I guess I’m floating says that Josh Ritter has a new album due out in a few months.

I saw this blurb in an ad for a novel today:

“Moonie Madison is the literary descendant of the scrappy, sensitive, warm-blooded women of Kate Chopin and Willa Cather, a true Midwestern heroine. You will root for her, and she will not let you down.”
Kate Christensen on The Melting Season

I don’t want to read a book where there is not the slightest chance of being let down. I don’t think I am alone in this.

If you enjoy 80’s cinematography, grainy but flashy colors and gold chains, you will enjoy this music video. If not, you will just have to make do with a good song- Julian Casablancas “11th Dimension”.

(via the modern age)

The band Summer Camp, ostensibly British but otherwise a bit of a mystery, is playing at SXSW this year. Bloggers and journalists alike seem to think this band is on the precipice. I don’t know how the mechanics of popularity work but I do love their songs.

Finally, there’s Summer Camp, who came armed with nothing but a MySpace page and a couple of spectacularly lovely pop songs. Suddenly everyone cottoned on that they were very good, and the one scrap of information they did provide – that they were Swedish – might not have been true. So here’s some proper journalism for you: we found out who they are, and talked about their secret identities. Which, it turns out, were an accident.

“It wasn’t deliberate,” said one member, who nonetheless wished to stay anonymous. “We made the MySpace in two minutes and did it like that in case somebody we knew stumbled on it and laughed at us.”

Summer Camp – Ghost Train by Themblueeyes

Summer Camp – Was It Worth It by MusicSnobbery

Brooklyn’s own Keepaway. “Yellow Wings”.

how i love mistakes in the english language made in foreign accents. my french friend told me her little dog ‘beat’ her. actually he bit her. one of my favorite mistakes ever was when i was in brazil and someone said ‘headcake’ to describe a headache. priceless. sometimes that is just how my head feels under the sun.

-look back in anger

Speaking of the sun, when will it come back? I’m always cold and it gets dark out very early. Someone tell the sun that New York needs you.

For good reason, British women have been clogging up my iTunes queue for the past few weeks and months. Marina and the Diamonds, Ellie Goulding, Camera Obscura and on and on. A sampling is in order:

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All plans for revenge (or at least meanness) fall weakly by the wayside and that is strange because I know perfectly well how to be mean.

Sleepwalkers! Leave other sleepwalkers alone.

I’m almost done with Chronic City by Jonathan Lethem. It’s good so far, if a little uneven. When Lethem gets going, he is great. NYTimes summary:

Lethem’s eighth novel unfolds in an alternative-reality Manhattan. The crowded canvas includes a wantonly destructive escaped tiger (or is it a subway excavator?) prowling the streets, a cruel gray fog engulfing Wall Street, a “war free” edition of The New York Times, a character stranded on the dying International Space Station, strange and valuable vaselike objects called chaldrons, colossal cheeseburgers and some extremely potent marijuana.

Yeah, it’s weird.