I’m starting to love Coney Island the way some people love wine coolers. Trashy reputation, and you never really feel ~better~ afterward, not bodily anyway, but it’s so wrong it’s right. Right? And the guy just rode by on a bike with fat black tires, and there’s a parrot sitting on his head.
This song was in the movie Something Must Break and I thought about it for days afterward but hadn’t caught the song title in the credits…and then my friend told me he had tracked down the artist’s name.
But I was at a bar when he told me, and I did the thing where I put the name in a note on my phone, and it disappeared into ~the cloud~…until I found it today. Along with the name of a tattoo shop…and the name of a Wordpress plugin…and the name of a taco place…
Anyway, the song is great. It’s kind of like Poliça reading a cheesy erotic novel, though that description doesn’t really do it justice. Summer 2k14…the season of lost songs found again. I’m into it.
GUYS. over a year ago I blogged about this delicious and elusive song that I heard Painted Zeros play, and what do I find in my inbox but an email from the lead singer herself telling me that “Jaime” isn’t just something I hallucinated…it is REAL and it is a SONG and now it EXISTS.
This is why I love the internets. And email. Chuck Klosterman wrote in IV that it’s more or less impossible to have an objective opinion about “the internet” because either the internet has treated you well and you love it, or the internet is horrid and it did you wrong and you can’t stand it, but there are no neutral feelings about the internet. Well I love it because…I do.
And if I do say myself, the song is even better than I remembered. Have a gander.
Hey how’s your day going? Does the modern state of communication upset you? That’s cool. You should read the ebook I wrote, which is called “Phone Booth on the Side of the Highway" and was nicely published by Peanut Gallery Press. I have a hunch that it will make you feel some type of way*.
it all started with rihanna. in her vogue cover story, she made a statement that was probably just whatever to her, but was monumental to us:
“If I’m wearing a top, I don’t wear a bra. If I’m wearing a bra, I just wear a bra.”
I’m starting a movement this summer called #shirtnobra #branoshirt, aka SNBBNS (pronounced “snibbins”). All genders and ages and sizes are welcome. This is the Summer of the Nip and we’re just living in it.