Super catchy sugar-pop vocals? CHECK
Bouncy keyboard melodies? YEP
Music for jumping around dance floors? HECK YEAH
A Scandinavian all-girl group with a rambunctious fro'd lead singer? UH-HUH
My new favorite band? YOU BETTA BELIEVE IT
Ladies and gentleman, Those Dancing Days:
This band from Brooklyn, Creaky Boards, claims that Coldplay stole their song going so far as to suggest that they saw Chris Martin in the audience of one of their shows last year. Coldplay firmly denies it. Watch below and decide for yourself.
Also, since we're on the subject, check out Christian Lander's hilarious deconstruction of Coldplay's fan base on VF Daily.
CONGRATULATIONS, AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY!!!! If you haven't seen this remarkable play written by Pulitzer Price winner Tracy Letts yet, I highly suggest you book tickets soon or treat yourself to the paperback version. It's a life changing piece of theatre.
Dear Broadway,
I hope plays like this one, with a cast of hard working, NON-household name actors (although they should be), continue to get a chance to shine on the Great White Way. Some of us are hungry for more.
Sincerely,
A
p.s. Can you please give us more from the ENTIRE cast of Top Girls and the ladies of Boeing Boeing? Thank you! Oh, and Sutton Foster. I'll see Patti Lupone sing the phone book, too.
p.p.s. I don't want to see anyone I've listed above in Shrek The Musical, though. No offense.
p.p.p.s. Scratch that. I guess I'll see YOU, Sutton Foster. Sheesh.
p.p.p.p.s. Oh, and thank you for putting Title of Show on Broadway. MORE ORIGINALS PLEASE!
p.p.p.p.p.s. How about some shows plucked from The New York International Fringe Festival? What a motley crew of gloriousness!
p.p.p.p.p.p.s. THIS SHOW looks particularly awesome. Sparse, and very, very mysterious...
Photo courtesy of Alix at Modepass
My current obsession is Modepass, a fashion and beauty site with TONS of self-generated "street-style" photos. Basically, you sign up for a member page then upload your own photo shoots. These ladies go all out, too. One of my faves is the Parisian internet sensation Alix, she of the fantastic style blog ...the cherry blossom girl... I suggest pouring yourself a tall glass of iced hibiscus tea, throwing a couple of petit fours on a plate, then blasting some AIR while you click away. Here are a few more lovelies...
Photo courtesy of Balibulle
Photo by Catherine Ledner courtesy of The Beholder (via the lovely blog 2 or 3 Things I Know...)
Noble, gentle, sweet.
The donkey quietly weeps.
No one understands.
Absolute beauty. Rent it.
The most famous donkey of them all! You can celebrate Eeyore's birthday here.
A donkey is always misunderstood, so please show some love.
1. Sliced some fresh apricots to put on a piece of toast.
2. Argued with myself out loud.
3. Saw the "Sex and the City" movie with my two beautiful friends.
4. Drank a mango margarita--maybe 2?
5. Talked about and/or thought about the importance of a good lamp.
6. Added Berlin to my travel list this year.
7. And Mexico.
8. Maybe Stockholm.
9. Scuffed a pair of white shoes that are not my own.
10. Accepted the gift of stamps.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
I have long been a fan of Milk, France's ultimate children's fashion magazine. They recently extended their publication to Japan, and the results are both inspiring and hysterical...and way better than most adult fashion magazines. Here's a look at my favorite spread. When I have a kid, I want a little Hockney...
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Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 07:51:46
From: [name deleted]
Subject: Thurdsday
To: [name deleted]
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Dear Shep Collidus,
I can't take this anymore. I am writing to tell you that if there is no packet in my P.O. Box this afternoon, I might do something dramatic. Do you think that people who fart on subways do it on purpose...as something "dramatic"? Because that's kind of along the lines of what I was thinking. How's your day?
Back to the Box for a mo'. I think I'll be checking it sometime around 2ish/3ish or something like that. Sound good? I'll call you on all the fancy numbers you have. We can either scream and/or cry together...
One of the things I love most about England is Percy Pig. See him there, to the left? He is adorable, and he is delicious. Percy Pig (and sometimes his gaggle of barnyard friends) can be found at Marks & Spencer, usually near the checkout line. Or queue. Percy is not only the cutest gummi critter ever created (who wants to eat a cola bottle?), he smells like Japanese erasers and tastes like a raspberry marshmallow, if that raspberry had just frolicked with a strawberry in a cranberry bog. I'm assuming he's a pig because he's made out of gelatin, and gelatin comes from, y'know, pigs. Specifically, from the collagen extracted from pork skins or bones. I know. I've been trying really hard to stay away from the stuff. Then, Percy comes squealing back into my life with that cute little mug and that sweet, sweet smell, and I just find him so hard to resist! He was a gift, too. Gifts should be enjoyed, right?
What you see above is the very last Percy. I put him in a plastic bag and locked him in a cupboard because I took down the rest of his pig brethren in a swift and total masticating massacre earlier this afternoon (I figured I should chew them instead of my fingernails during the Great David Blaine Breath Stunt on Oprah--see below). Sadly, now Percy's time has come. To honor his great sacrifice, I'm making a pact with myself to steer clear from gelatin-skin-n-bones products from here on out. I'm doing it for the love of Percy.
God speed, li'l fellow. Yum...that's a good pig.
Congratulations, Mr. Blaine. You did IT!
