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music videos are one of the most versatile, accessible and exciting art forms. outside of the mainstream exist videos made out of ice sculptures, paper and food fights. videos that restructure videos of the past, videos that feature costumed adults riding bikes choreographically and rarely used techniques that add to the unique-ity of the artist. enjoy. words above the vids are the key reasons that i love them.

Jenny Lewis - "Black Sand" - double exposure

Black Sand

Passion Pit - "The Reeling" - gritty torn paper

Bat For Lashes - "What's a Girl to Do?" - biking animals

WHY? - "A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under" - purple thunder clouds

Grizzly Bear - "Two Weeks" - eyelids

Ratatat - "Shempi" - abba

Beirut - "In the Mausoleum" - watermelons

(this may or may not count as a music video)

Animal Collective - "My Girls" - color and texture

Lykke Li - "I'm Good, I'm Gone" - elderly joints

Justice - "D.A.N.C.E. (Justice Remix)" - tees (duh)

Matt and Kim - "Yea Yeah" - live food

Modest Mouse - "Little Motel" - backwards with a backwards ending

sneak

my hero

(978): Last night i stole a disco ball from a frat house by pretending i was pregnant.

(photo by Hedi Slimane)

sketchy

i love The Selby because it makes me excited about getting a real place and being my own interior decorator. it also caters to my love of penguins.

The Selby

movies i'm excited about: #1

The Brothers Bloom

starring: Rachel Weisz, Adrien Brody, Mark Ruffalo

"A globe-trotting comedy about the last great adventure of the world's best con men."

i saw this film at the San Diego Film Festival last fall and fell completely in LOVE. Adrien Brody is incredibly sexy, Rachel Weisz is adorable and Mark Ruffalo is quite the mastermind. it is easily in my top 5 favorite movies of all time and i HIGHLY recommend it. i saw it twice at the film festival and i am anxiously awaiting its arrival in Ventura.

coachella pt. 3

soul food

silver lining + acid tongue

apple

i thought i had seen movies that shook me to my core; that made me have realizations that i thought were monumental. i just finished Rachel Getting Married and my eyes are red and puffy, my head aches and my stomach is grumbling because it was a roller-coaster of sorts, but it was an incredible experience. i'm not going to go too deep into this, but this movie made me acknowledge things that i forgot were waiting to be acknowledged, and while it sucks, and while i feel a bit more weight on my shoulders, i feel good. it's a great movie for sisters and a great movie for people who have dealt with big things. it's not delicate, it's very honest and, despite everything i have said about the oscars and benjy b. and slumdawg, this movie should have been nominated, and it should have won. and i swear to god, had there been no scenes of a crying dad i would have been fine. crying dads get me everytime. and btw, i didn't know this before i saw it, but the guy from TV on the Radio plays the groom (and he does a REALLY good job). cooooool.

coachella pt. 2

heaven. 

glock got popped

as badass as guns can look, when they get into the wrong hands they lose all coolness. nothing has happened recently in my life involving death by bullet, but this video i stumbled upon makes a pretty good statement. and it's fun to watch up to a point. you'll see. 

Q

i was taking the "which disney/pixar character are you?" quiz out loud yesterday and my dad chimes in "you're the balloons on the balloon house." 

i felt like it was a rare moment, something special that usually would not happen in my household. my dad has been becoming more and more up to date on the outside world (meaning the world outside of hot rods and car shows) and he's also been becoming more outwardly thoughtful. he is aware that my two favorite pixar movies are Ratatouille and WALL E, yet he tells me i'm a bunch of balloons. it must mean something. 

pengy

this is why penguins are my favorite animals. they're so personable! and fast.

txt msg ing

(607): I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie.

finally, one that's not grotesquely sexual. though those are pretty great.

and this one, so good: (614): The way white people respond to them, you'd think Journey was the president of Caucasia.

coachella pt. 1

roll with it


The Bloody Beetroots feat. Steve Aoki - Warp from Francesco Calabrese on Vimeo.

pastel

where can i get one (and this shit better be real):

Impressive Chameleon - watch more funny videos

500 days of summer

i'm a sucker for films with joseph gordon-levitt, zooey deschanel and animation.

people tell me i talk like zooey. not sure if i can hear it.

ew/kewl

ew: will eminem ever learn that songs about over-popularized celebrities aren't cool? they're fucking annoying.

kewl: on a brighter note, i got my jacket back!!! hard work pays off. 

far too long

i don't really know why i disappeared. i feel like as new people enter my life i have less time for random thoughts that i can share with other people. this month has been a big one though. i went to my first hip-hop show (besides Atmosphere) and i got my one and only prized possession stolen from me days after i received it as a gift. that happened like, two weeks ago and i still think about it all day every day. i really want my jacket back. i even blogged about wanting it a while ago. but maybe that's why someone stole it from me. i relied on a material thing too much. i loved it more than i should have? or maybe it's punishment for doing drugs? or maybe it's a lesson in losing.


to transition from the material world to the natural world i'll discuss my expectations for a weekend at lake arrowhead. i expect to get extremely dehydrated while drunkenly basking in the sun and to suffer a sever hangover on sunday, disabling me from completing my schoolwork, resulting in me getting a B or C in my art class (of all classes).

anyways, check out the vista website to read some of my newer articles, including a review of the T.I. show and an interview with Brett Dennen.

circus

after a perfect night out, i returned to my empty apartment with one thought in my mind: i need to listen to iron and wine. what prompted this intense desire to listen to iron and wine i do not know, but i think smoking had a lot to do with it. folksy music is my element. and when i'm in a curious state of mind, all i want is my blanket and my folksy music. 

the interesting thing is that i haven't listened to iron and wine in a very long time. he, Samuel Beam, is a poet and a great melody maker. his music flows in a way that i cannot compare; almost like lullabies. i'm happy to have rediscovered the music. it makes for a good sunday wind down.

a beautiful song (click the link to hear it, it's really a gorgeous consistent beat/melody/whatever. i'm obsessed).

and the lyrics are so honest and they make you feel like the event was something from your memory, not sam beam's: 

THE TRAPEZE SWINGER
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But

Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like "We'll meet again"
And "Fuck the man"
And "Tell my mother not to worry"
And angels with their great
Handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry
And

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city
So

Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower
Calling passers-by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Gleam and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like "Lost and found"
And "Don't look down"
And "Someone save Temptation"
And

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burn babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior
But

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above their running
In circles around the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
"Who the hell can see forever?"
And

Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turned from me
And said, "The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last"
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if I make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissing on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

funnies

if you've read The Vista recently, you know who The Lonely Island are. it's andy samberg and co.'s band. they have these super silly videos on their youtube channel thing. made me laugh out loud

safeties

do you ever crave a safety? something to make you feel secure or comfortable; automatically at ease? i'm not talking people company. i'm talking objects. 

once you get home after a night that a left a bad thought in the body of your many muddled thoughts, do you ever automatically crave a certain food? certain pair of socks? cerrtain hoodie?

i get these urges sometimes to clutch my blanket/shawl while watching late night tv. conan or jay, it doesn't matter. all that matters is that i am comfortable with my thoughts, curled on my couch and wearing my velour sweater top. 

it's an interesting concept, that attitudes and memories that connect you to a certain object can make you feel safe or at home. or even a song, or tv show. it's fun to understand your senses.

sometimes i crave jewelry.

why?

songwriting at its most provocative. 

Good Friday

by WHY?

if you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
cause they want something that their dad don't got
then you know where you're at

mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, i'm left in residue and confused
like the first time you used soft water
down on my luck, caught unaware
like houdini when the last fist struck

if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am

sucking dick for drink tickets
at the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
picking fights on dyke night
with shirlies and lokes and snatching purses

doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses
blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
sending sexy smses to my exes new man cause i can
on the road trying to break an old van
eating pussy for new fangs, i am what the hell
using purell till my hands bleed and swell
missing mail at a motel 6, i'm unwell

if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am

it feels exciting touching your handwriting
getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the r. crumb exhibit, i wonder who's sicker

jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
the kind of shit i won't admit to my head shrinker
not even in a whisper to my own little sister
i just act like a dick and talk shit when i'm with her

aught six i'll say the friday before easter
this is not good i cried to myself in the pisser
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show
and you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
at showbiz pizza when i was six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this

if i'm sinking in laughting at something sunken in, i am

at jacob han's on tour i wake up
hung over on a hardwood floor
from a dream about how your dress
hangs off of your little breasts
i'd rather be dead than call this song
how i lost your respect but god bless or get neglected
and i'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me