Keep The Cheque Close.

We'll Be Right Back.

while lurking on youtube, I found this gem of a show, the Eric Andre show,  and I have to say, it makes feel less awkward of feeling awkward. just a little less.



sometimes its cool to celebrate the sprites of being bizarre.

The Scene That Heeds My Celebration.

The scene that was my ground zero for all that is holy and inspiring music. I wish I was around to appreciate it as much as I do the memory. this video sums it up pretty well..

And Now We Wait...

The Rules of Noir.

Everybody's Got Secrets.

An Ole to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Before It Gained Its Label.

God Can Do Whatever He Feels Like, As The Prayers Are Just His Fan Mail.

Rocketman.

For 'Murica.

Put a Lid on Shirley Temple, for He Makes A Sleek Drink.

A master at his craft. But for those of you who don't know, that's Arnold Palmer. If you still don't get the joke, that's totally cool, but you should probably read more.

For the Love of Ice Skating.

It's Really All in the Hips, Jackass.

Happy Gilmore. In 8-bit. Perfect.

The Sound That Defines Us, That Aligns Us, and Collides Into Us.

It's a bit old, as the festival has came and gone, but this short film is pretty cool and I'd like how it subliminally lists the band both in sight and sound. Like Stephan Malkmus says, "You can never quarantine the past."

A Return to the Modern Age.

He comes and returns! My golly, New York will return to the modern age, once again. Save us from the drudge the music scene is spewing. Kill these zombies of your blast of your coolness.

This Is Why Everyone Tells You Not to Drink the Kool-Aid.

I was reading up upon something, I forgot what, but it lead to a wikipedia spiral that ended up this article. Jim Jones seemed like that outcast that became in love with himself, his church that defined cults, and a promised world that would deliver those to Russia. It's interesting how someone can promise you all the good things in life only to spoil it with a sip of grape flavoured poison.

The Creation of Impressing the Modern Man, Years Ago.

If you were to see this movie now, you wouldn't have noticed its landmark ingenuity or its impact of film and technology. If you were there those years ago, you'd think how badass Stanley Kubrick was is. He predicted the iPad, video calling, and the idea of a moon colony. C'MON!

Lights Out Awakened and Melted a Soft Shell in Me.

Who Cares What They're Saying, It's Nothing Without The Tinkle-Tingle Spotlight in the Hotlight.

Good velocity as Iceage brings rock back to a authentic and rabid state it once glorified to be. Rock music maybe 5 feet above the coffin floor, but you can never kill it off in the moonlight or daylight or any time of rights. I want to be the sensation to bring us back to the glory land and salvation. I hope to one day to make music as cool as it can be because the heart is there but nobody can hear it beat, thus does it make a sound? Que la lumière soit!

Nelson's Not Dead. They Can Never Kill Him Off.

His enemies kept a nasty veil on itself to maintain a now abandoned status quo. Change is ever present and will forever dictate the policies of government and of any nation. Any man who wants that change for good should never stand alone. As there were many who walked beside him, he spent many years alone, apart from the world. Yet, to return to find his beliefs rooted in the hearts of people who have gained the willpower to challenge the status quo and change the path of history. Nelson will never die as long as we remember him and what he inspire us to change.