Jenny of Brooklyn-based Dynasty Electric KILLS IT at every show. She writhes on the floor, swings from the stage, singles out people to seduce mid-song, and flails at a theremin like she's trying to explain what it is to people who've never seen one before.
Dynasty just put out a few new songs, co-produced by Ski Beatz, and they're phenomenal. Listen to "Bird Song" below (try not to be put off that the still for the video is me looking insane) and try not to marvel at this woman's stage presence when the video portions kick in. Hot DAMN.
Oh, and in one of the last pictures of her here, her tongue is barely poking out of her smile and it's all bangs otherwise and oh my god it absolutely melts my heart.
Years ago, when people had speech impediments and looked to institutions to correct them, the schools would press records for the students to review at home - one side would have the instructor's voice saying words crisply and clearly, and the other would be a recording of how the pupil naturally spoke the words, uncorrected, for comparison. I think this was standard of practice until the 1970s.
I want a collection of these records more than I can even express, but they're impossible to find. I look for them sporadically, but have never found anything, not even a lead. If you're ever at a flea market or antique fair, paw through their crates of vinyl and think of me.
I think part of the problem is this: if you were the pupil, you're obviously trying to correct your speech and then exile it to your past. You'd totally throw out the record as soon as you didn't need it anymore; it's not like some nostalgic relic you want to hold onto. It's too bad that I want to hold onto them so badly.
Maybe I would finally listen to something besides Miracle Legion (not that I'm complaining)
You're far away from home, but never far away from me.
So, the Vatican made a Myspace. I know, finally, right? It's true and official, believe it or not, and they've included two awesome choices on their embedded playlist: "Changes" by Tupac and "He Doesn't Know Why" by Fleet Foxes.
"The list was compiled by Father Giulio Neroni, artistic director of church publisher St Paul's Multimedia. He was also responsible for compiling the Vatican's recent Alma Mater album, which combined Gregorian chants and prayers with classical music and the voice of Pope Benedict XVI speaking in five languages."
This guy probably has the best iTunes in Rome; lemme get a Mojo address, Neroni!
1. Smoking 2. Taking cabs I can't afford 3. Googling food-related topics 4. Googling David Foster Wallace 5. Eating poorly, despite all my search-engine-derived nutrition facts 6. Sleeping all day when I only have classes at night (and sometimes just in general) 7. Not ever having a budget
If I decide I believe in New Year's resolutions, these are the potential candidates representing things I should cut down on or otherwise fix. The list is accidentally in order of importance (I noticed after I made it).
Je suis Baby Bee. I'm into The Smiths, dads who call their sons "buddy," the rabbit in the moon, the jeep wave, Fareed Zakaria, Thai food, making annotations, advertising, Patricia Highsmith, memorizing poetry, hiking, and braiding my friends' hair.
