Showing posts with label Wishes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wishes. Show all posts

June 21, 2010

While I'm Gone . . .

I'm going to miss the CocoRosie show which is pretty heartbreaking. They don't tour often. But could someone pick these up for me? As a welcome home consolation gift? I think that logos are a horrible choice and I hated that moment in the late 90s when everyone was doing all-over logos and whatnot. I know it was meant to be clever and some sort of commentary on the ostentatious nature of couture, but it was ultimately tacky and not ironic enough to save itself. But these boots. . .


*(Garance Dore photo, Fendi boots, they may be vintage and are probably impossible to find. I am imagining a world in which things like this appear on my doorstep, because I am about to go search the scrubland of Utah for pygmy rabbits and what sort of world is that? A world where anything can happen.)

February 9, 2010

Darwin Gets Knifed


I thought The Knife couldn't get cooler. But I was wrong. They just released an opera based on Darwin's On the Origin of the Species in collaboration with Mt Sim and Planningtorock. I wish I could see it. My birthday is coming up. If someone wants to send me to Stockholm to see it, I wouldn't protest. Also, I wouldn't protest if someone gave me a recorder that cost more than a dollar. Or an icecream cake. I've always wanted an icecream cake.

February 4, 2010

Fingers Crossed


courtesy of Hot Chip website

I love Hot Chip. I really really love them and have been forcing other people to listen to them ever since I was a prep cook at the Doug Fir and Lance the cook (who randomly enough was a bartender at the Horsehead before that) passed on his Hot Chip megamix to me. And I still haven't seen them live and it kind of breaks my heart. My love for Hot Chip can be compared to your biggest lamest high school crush and the disappointment I will feel if they aren't on the Sasquatch lineup will be comparable to how you would feel if your crush decided to ask out your best friend only because you happened to be home sick that day. They are playing Coachella. If those LA assholes get Hot Chip and I don't, there is going to be another blood curse. This is the single from their new album of the same name. They're moving into the ballad side of things on this one and I'm okay with that.