alannabean:

I wrote about reading, and mourning, a friend. 

read this!

alannabean:

I wrote about reading, and mourning, a friend

read this!

bang bang

Sarah Gadon, foreground, Light Jake Gyllenhaal, background
Enemy, 2014, dir. Denis Villeneuve

Sarah Gadon, foreground, Light Jake Gyllenhaal, background

Enemy, 2014, dir. Denis Villeneuve

"I’ve been lambasted recently because I wrote a piece for ELLE magazine. I did it because I thought it sounded fun. Apparently, that’s not very punk. To which I say, “Fuck it, Roland Barthes wrote for ELLE magazine.”"

— Meredith Graves, who rules, in conversation with Tobi Vail at Wondering Sound

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-Rem

*nods*

GRAND PIANO, 2014
dir. Eugenio Mira, written by Damien Chazelle
This movie requires a suspension of disbelief bordering on self-delusion and I loved every second of it. Ecstatic pulp absurdity is a lost art

GRAND PIANO, 2014

dir. Eugenio Mira, written by Damien Chazelle

This movie requires a suspension of disbelief bordering on self-delusion and I loved every second of it. Ecstatic pulp absurdity is a lost art

"For now let it be enough to confess that I would like to live in a more fulfilling society or civilization than a self-destructive capitalist one (where, as it happens, the leading cause of death for middle-aged men in the richest country of the world is now suicide) and that these essays have been, among other things, a way of saying so."

— Benjamin Kunkel, p. 4, “Introduction,” Utopia Or Bust

I wrote, for the New York Times Magazine, about: old bad movies starring men in gorilla suits and diving helmets; the shifting frontiers of art; Netflix algorithms; giving my dad Christmas gifts; the heat-death of scarcity; and mourning the bargain bin

I wrote, for the New York Times Magazine, about: old bad movies starring men in gorilla suits and diving helmets; the shifting frontiers of art; Netflix algorithms; giving my dad Christmas gifts; the heat-death of scarcity; and mourning the bargain bin

"The Agony of Laffitte" — Spoon, 1998

See also: “Laffittee Don’t Fail Me Now

Some of music history’s greatest ether

"When you do that line tonight / remember it came at a steep price / keep telling yourself there’s more to you than her"

Tags: ether

"

Imagine, for a second, this:

It’s 1959. You’re a girl, 15 years old. Your parents are bohemians before the category becomes a fashionable one. Your dad, Sol, born in Brooklyn, is first violinist for the Twentieth Century Fox Orchestra. First violinist for the Los Angeles Philharmonic too, and a Fulbright scholar. He once got into a fistfight over the proper way to play the dotted notes in Bach. Your mom, Mae, is an artist. A work of art, as well, so beautiful is she, and charming. Your godfather is Igor Stravinsky. He’s been slipping you glasses of scotch under the table since you turned 13, and his wife, the peerlessly elegant Vera, taught you how to eat caviar. Your house, on the corner of Cheremoya and Chula Vista at the foot of the Hollywood Hills, is always full-to-bursting with your dad’s hip musician friends: Jelly Roll Morton and Stuff Smith, Joseph Szigeti and Marilyn Horne. There are tales of earlier picnics along the L.A. River with Charlie Chaplin and Paulette Goddard, Greta Garbo, Bertrand Russell, and the Huxleys. The two Kenneths, Rexroth and Patchen, perform readings in your living room regularly. But poetry bores you blind, so you talk Lucy Herrmann, wife of movie composer Bernard—Bennie to you—into telling you stories upstairs. Arnold Schoenberg just laughs when you and your sister, Mirandi, get stuck together with bubble gum in the middle of the premiere of his latest piece at the Ojai Music Festival.

Now imagine this:

"

All About Eve — and Then Some, by Lili Anolik