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friday favourites 06.07.12

image of the week
insert joke about how unbelievably hot i am here. this weather has made me stupid. either that or the bleach has gotten to my brain and i'm living an eternal blonde moment from now on. see? i should have said "i'll be living", but i didn't, because the heat is making me stupid. luckily, i live in a country where i can waste water by filling the bathtub up and using it as a wading pool or putting some in a mister and dousing myself on a regular basis. sweet, irresponsible relief.

i figure i should get to my favourites while my brain is still functional enough that i can remember them...

good news :: stuff i can't make up from around the internet


admit it, you're really curious about the pictures. [thanks to dom for this one!]

from now on, we shall call them ok!-mart.

do you feel lost in the world? perhaps your sense of isolation requires an appropriate sort of gps.

the kfc double down? that health food for these guys.

goings on :: stuff you can [and should] participate in


if you're in montreal... in case you missed them opening for led er est or in case you didn't and just wanted to see them again, dekoder will be holding a release party for their new album tomorrow night [july 7th] at the casa del popolo.

if you're in berlin... true gems in a sea of average power electronics, sweden's stalwarts irm headline "epicurean escapism", a night of sonic, visual and performing arts tomorrow night. there is a web site for the event, but you're better off looking at the facebook page.

if you're in london... speaking of power electronics, it doesn't get better than the line up at estuary english [more like space's music recommendations are brought to you this week by the letter "e"]. consumer electronics headlines, backed by kleistwahr and ethnic acid, also known as the solo projects of the two members of ramleh.

if you're anywhere... the annual john fluevog summer sale has arrived! shop early! shop often!

musical notes


strangely unrelated to all the music shows listed above. this video has been on my mind for a few days, not least because i actually played the song this week at the caustic lounge.

by way of back story, this is elvis costello performing on saturday night live in 1977. costello had wanted to play the song "radio radio", but since the lyrics dealt with the narrowing of focus of mainstream media, the show's producer lorne michaels- normally perceived as hip and edgy, rather than as a defender of corporate interests [at least at the time]- had given the song an emphatic "no".

not to be railroaded, costello began to play the track "less than zero", only to cut his own band off a few seconds in and proceeding- live, remember- to play "radio, radio" anyway, while michaels stood, fuming but impotent, just off camera.

to my mind, nothing has ever been as "punk rock" as the expression of defiance on elvis' face [he was able to see michaels, even though the tv audience couldn't]. snl folk later tried to recast the story as being a beef over the change screwing up the camera shots, since it hadn't been rehearsed. because, of course, nothing about doing a live television show would ever have prepared a camera crew for something unexpected.


Elvis Costello - Radio Radio, SNL, 1977 from jmannen77 on Vimeo.


follow-up and shameless self-promotion


i can honestly say i've nothing much to promote and no follow-up to do. let's all enjoy a moment of peace, shall we?

ok. now let's move on to

kitteh of the week


extreme sleeping beauty close up!



much love to all who read these pages. 

Comments

Biba said…
The cutest little nose!
Kate MacDonald said…
What's even cuter about it is that she quite often snores- more and louder than her brothers...
Biba said…
:D

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