"If you're unfamiliar with the (New York) Times, it's sort of an obituary for subcultures, in that once yours appears there then it's already dead." - Bike Snob NYC

Santa Cruz is kind of lonely right now.

Born Ruffians are very, very good.

A good friend, a real friend, is one who leaves a mix in your car CD player when you're not there.

If I had a blog, by definition, would it have to be significantly more serious and self-involved than this could ever be ( Read more... )

I'm just going to be the 1000000th blog/journal to say it, but:

Vampire Weekend is the real deal. Wes Anderson meets West Africa. Charisma for days, the songs back up the hype. Listen to "Walcott". Oh, it's great.

I was walking home and some high school aged dudes driving someone's dad's black Mercedes yelled out the window at me "indie faggot!" or "hippie faggot!". It was incomprehensible, but I forgot what that was like since it's really been a long time since I've been openly made fun of in such an insolent manner (you know, besides half of UCSC talking ( Read more... )

I went to Southern California and it was a lot of fun, but I could never, ever, ever live there. I sat in front of an extremely nondescript, side-of-a-busy-street strip mall, eating the best ice cream I have ever had and will ever ear in my life, and listened to two people talk. One, aged probably 35, spiky hair, sunglasses, british accent, ( Read more... )

Earlier today I was walking around my mom's new house with her boyfriend in Brisbane where I am staying and I saw a bowl of Hershey's Kisses on the table. I said to myself, "Hm, I will eat one of these later!". I came home after seeing two movies (Before the Devil Knows You're Dead and Michael Clayton, both fantastic, and seeing a lot of old ( Read more... )

Juno was fantastic. Prepare for the Moldy Peaches to get really cool within the next month.

Here, download this. I can't stop. It's 90 seconds long and it's perfect. Jangly, too.

Primal Scream - Velocity Girl