Lupe Fiasco's eagerly anticipated third album—which was originally going to be his last, a triple-disc epic titled L.U.P.End but has since been stripped back to a regular old single-CD album called Lasers with no release date yet, although presumably this summer—just got its first video for the second single "I'm Beaming." It's one of his best mellower songs, and the video is full of lighting effects befitting its subject, and lots of kids holding up cardboard mock-ups of what Lupe is rapping about.
This use of child actors reminds me of another great rap video full of kids...
Actually, it's hard to figure out who to hate most in this NY Times piece about Twitter pedants who obsess over grammar in tweets: the writer (for giving them more attention), the people who actually tweet in all caps, the celebrities who tweet self-serving banalities, or the pedants themselves... Ok, yeah, I'll go with the pedants.
Freddy's is dead, long live Freddy's.
Here is a picture of a tree in Williamsburg's McCarren Park that looks like a vagina. A vagina with a clit ring. That is all.
Now, if this were France or Holland, where Squatters Laws have been existence for hundreds of years, we could all just go occupy the place and make it nice. I'm serious.
No word yet on how the folks at neighborhood mom 'n pop drug stores like Northside Pharmacy and Kings Pharmacy feel about this (not to mention the neighborhood's only supermarket, Tops on the Waterfront, one block away), but presumably it's something like, "Bushwick, here we come!" Drug store wars are the new drug wars. (Curbed)
Electric Literature makes em, and I embed them. You know why? Because I love art and they remind me of why. Here's a beautiful, spare animation of a Rick Moody sentence, from his short story, Some Contemporary Characters.
Since you obviously have no intention of going to see Hole in concert, but you still kind of want to see how Courtney Love acts on stage—specifically if she does that actually very cool thing she used to do where she'd put her foot up on one of her monitors—I thought you might want to see this video of the band performing the dreadful "Skinny Little Bitch" on Letterman last night. Let me warn you, though: it ain't pretty. Courtney looks remarkably stiff and nervous, which is especially problematic because she's delivering these ridiculous lines that are supposed to sound super badass. It is inconceivable, basically, that this person would kick anyone's "scrawny ass" (even her own, "at her most frail and chemically dependent"), and not because she's a grown-ass woman who has no business saying shit like that ever, but because she doesn't seem to have the temperament for it. It's a shame, too: that temperament is sort of all she ever had going for her. Now all she's got is a backing band that looks like a bunch of randomly chosen Sam Ash employees. And she didn't even do the foot-on-monitor thing.
During my time away, we lost Andrew, Katie and Tim, and as much as I'd grown to like them, they were never real contenders anyway. If there's a gripe to be had right now, it's that Aaron Kelly continues to stick around, consistently reminding us that, even with a move toward "real artists" as the judges like to put it or "people who play instruments" as the rest of us like to put it, this is still the show that gave us Clay Aiken.
But ok, onto last night...
Too fast, too furious? lol
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