No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’ve lost all they got and they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
God can be funny
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious”
Leave it to Regina to deliver some great lines on the Letterman show this week
I also love the René Magritte references throughout the video.
This Morning I woke up with a killer sore throat and it’s still bothering me 52 Ricola cough drops later… Actually the last few were just because I think I’ve become an addict. I’ve also discovered that my usual morning treat of a cup of coffee (read: real addiction) is much less tasty and borderline painful with a sore throat. So in light of not having a voice this morning I thought I would throw together a play-list of songs that I’m currently reveling in.
It’s smoky, raspy, and smells like an old elevator (just because it does, no real connection to my feeling bad) Saint Louis got the best of me; so did swine flu.
I never understand how some bands that “get it” with both their music and style don’t just explode onto the scene. Somehow these folks fly under the radar while the masses flock to Best Buy to grab Britney’s latest album… it’s just senseless.
But, maybe it’s just the Anna Karina shaped hole in my heart…
Love Grenades is a great act based out of LA and the creation of singer/songwriter Elizabeth Wight. They walk a great line between pop synth and some classic crooning à la Peggy Lee and just when you don’t think it can get any better they get the remix treatment. Though they aren’t an entirely new sound (see Brazilian Girls) their creativity and style alone is deserving a a spot in your summer play list.
“Love Grenades was founded on the principles of giving the working class girl a voice.”
This whole project reeks of cool, but it’s the kind you can’t buy.
Who are their Influences? Blondie, Astrud Gilberto, The Clash, Jean Luc Godard, Michel Gondry, David Lynch… Amazing
One of the greatest things going on in Menswear right now is a renewed interest in “classic” items.
Brought about by equal parts recession and “emo vengeance” all the things your grandpa once thought were cool are, well, cool again. The focus is on quality craftsmanship and a sense of authenticity, if you’re wearing it then it needs to be personal. That means no more pre-distressed denim and an intense interest in the details. You clothes should look worn because you wore them, the character of items should reflect your own; bending where you bend and wearing where you wear.
One of the larger American companies that is doing a great job at this is J.Crew. They’ve updated or rather reverted to their older menswear offerings and taken on some exciting collaborations with a few classic and definitive American companies (some British as well). A few honorable mentions include their Alden and Red Wing footwear collections and their working with Thomas Mason fabrics (which Turnbull & Asser also use). What I think is most interesting is their collaboration with Mister Freedom, though I’m not sure if it’s as much a partnership as a distribution agreement.
Micahel Williams (who runs a fantastic blog) was around to take a few pics at the J. Crew flagship store a few weeks ago. It’s time to shine those old wingtips up!
Of the things in my life that I value the most music, diversity, and creativity rank pretty high.
Playing for change is a project based on the idea that music can break down the cultural and geographic lines we draw between each other. That music can bring together people of different “geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds.” With this thought they constructed a mobile recording studio and traveled around the world recording various artists playing the same song and mixed together their individual parts, the result is amazing.
Mark Johnson had gotten the idea for the project while living in New York:
“I was in a subway in New York on my way to work, and I heard these two monks playing music,” he recalls. “They were painted head to toe, all white, wearing robes. One was playing a nylon guitar, and the other was singing in a language I didn’t understand. There were about 200 people who stopped to watch, didn’t even get on the train. Some had tears in their eyes. And it occurred to me that here is a group of people that would normally run by each other, but instead they’re coming together. And it’s the music that brought them together.”
The finished product is something akin to Paul Simon’s “Graceland” mashed up with that guy that dances around the world.
I can’t decide if I like the sounds of post-Katrina New Orleans to post-apartheid South Africa more…But Grandpa Elliott is my favorite musician here, period.
