I can't remember, but there was a piece about her in the New Yorker a couple of years ago. Some French singer/actress, quite popular in the thirties, I believe. And she said:

"My heart belongs to France, but my ass belongs to the whole world."

Indeed.

Awww, the Futureheads were So. Fucking. Cute. on Conan last night. Or this morning, rather. I have decided I want to have their babies. Honestly, though, they are easily the only band or musician I've ever seen give a good performance on television. Even bands I've really enjoyed (Interpol, Franz Ferdinand, etc.) have given performances that ranged ( Read more... )

This be the cover

It's lovely.

Oh, and I broke my toe.

Oh, fuck. I just spent a good portion of the morning listening to "It Ended On An Oily Stage." And it is perfectly legal to do so, the song having been played for the very first time ever, on BBC Radio 1. I was unbelievably excited to hear it. I had heard them play it live once (when it was still "Elegiac Stanzas"), but it has been substantially ( Read more... )

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I fucking love this movie

so bloody amazing.

Why is dating so horribly excruciating? Am I deficient in some way? Was I not properly socialized as a child? Because I would seriously rather stab myself in the eyes than endure another crappy date. M. was in town from Seattle for the weekend, and I was telling him about the last date I went on. He thought about it for awhile, and I thought about ( Read more... )

Okay, this really has become a place for me to gush endlessly about all the British Sea Power minutiae I find so bloody fascinating, but anyway ( Read more... )