Play those long distance blues

I see lots of things and think, "That would look so much better with my girlfriend in the shot."

Here are some:

Tumblin' Blues (Blues Down the Tracks)

Now that it's out, I can say, "Go see Source Code. You'll be glad you did." Well, I'll be glad you did. You too, probably.

Thought about raising the stakes on this, seeing what this baby could do out in open waters. You know, Tumblr.

Ehh.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, yeah? One fiction at a time.

It's horrible to say, but I think I would care more about politics if they had finished Mt. Rushmore. Canadian politics, I mean.

I've got an idea: motion pictures by algorithm. Cheapen the manufacture of tentpole movies until affordable to all. I would absolutely pay $20 to see a movie made just for me. Go go gadget capitalism! Science, you got this, right?

I suddenly had the urge to fantasy draft. But not with athletes. I guess that's how you become a casting director.

Well, anyway, it's far easier starting out than finishing the thing. A hundred pages is a long way down.

"You ought to know I'm making this up as I go along. There's no brilliant structure in place, or at least not yet. A great deal of it is haphazard and of the moment. Because why bother?"

I feel I am being too direct. Let's tone it down. "Remember, this is the internet."

"Remember, this is a comedy."

Things on Fire (My Blues are Getting Warmer)

Spring spring spring spring spring spring spring please come to me.

Now let's make psychoanalytic conclusions about these on my hard drive:

Can you explain this to me? (Blues for a Critic)

The first paragraph of Pitchfork's review of Isolée's We Are Monster -- which I honestly can't tell if I should hear -- written by Nick Sylvester in June of 2005:

The classics kid in me craves noble grandeur-- craft-happy shit with more than meets the rods and cones, less is always more (except with clothes), suggestive-seductive vs. the once-off gunfuck. Full-on body music's great, sure, but so is porno, and with that shit I'd much rather wax new flesh than drag my stylus off the same old 10-second loop. Same time, Intelligent Body Music's as much a nightmare as Intelligent Anal, both a prefab excuse for pleasure-lack. So we're stuck in this immediacy=better rut, when really the best stuff cross-genre-- cross-platform, cross-media-- has instant funk, but with enough tricks for prolonged appeal.

I mean, yeah, sure, of course, but still, you know, I guess, could be, then again, why not?

Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight (Lou Reed's Bedtime Blues)

[MISSING]

Don't know when I'll be back again (Jet Plane Blues)

Not traveling this Christmas. Here's what I'm missing. 

A Christmas present for you (Blues at Christmas)

Happy Holidays, Version of Me from an Alternate Universe Who Grew Up in Michigan and Took Dance Lessons!

(Sunbeam, indeed)

Thought I'd settle something for you (S-Copp Blues)

She says "Rosebud."

In case you hadn't heard (Interview with the Blues)

Das Racist is a group you should be listening to all the time. Especially when they conduct interviews like this one for the New York Times.

A few quotes for those who pay per click:

If your albums are available free, how do you make money? 
Vazquez: Touring. Most people are making their money on touring, merchandise and licensing. I’ve been paying rent off the shows for a while now. My rent is $290, so it’s not a big deal. It’s five people in a four-bedroom in Bushwick. I keep my stuff at my parents’ house. I like to go home, hug my parents, drink chai with my mom, watch Hindi movies and re-Indianize two days a week before I re-emerge into the filth that is progressive liberal white America in trendy Williamsburg.

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Do you see your work as a critique of white America? 
Suri: I think it is solely a critique of John Boehner. As our bandmate Ashok Kondabolu would say, John Boehner represents the utmost in white demonry.

This is precisely why I make a point of never asking rappers questions about politics. 
Suri: Deborah, chill.
Vazquez: Fall back.

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What separates you from other rappers? 
Vazquez: We’re the best rappers.
Suri: We are better at rapping than everyone else who raps.

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Guys, you can totally download their new album, Sit Down, Man, for free right here. Why wouldn't you do that?

At the movies (Trailer Park Blues)

In Ascending Order of Fascination

Not really a trailer.

If you employ this man give him a raise. 

Please let this be this good the whole way through.

Musical interlude.

Could very well work.

Mornings, eh?

Regarding those aliens (Blues at NASA)

Alexis Raimbault:

Gizmodo:

NASA has discovered a new life form—called GFAJ-1—that doesn't share the biological building blocks of anything currently living in planet Earth. It's capable of using arsenic to build its DNA, RNA, proteins, and cell membranes. This changes everything.

 Stanley Kubrick:



Tiffany:



(It starts with a monolith!)

Work of fiction (November Blues)

So I wrote a novel.

Well, fine, I am writing one. It's not finished yet -- but the folks at the National Novel Writing Month don't care, since they gave me this picture for the first 50,327 words, which I wrote in November.

They gave me other pictures, but this one is better. Really, the others are even less impressive.

At the moment, it is called The Other Bakersfield. According to the synopsis I had to fill out to get all these pictures (and a certificate I can hang on my wall or my hard drive), it's about a ghost town that gets a second chance. It's also about artists and dogs and electricity and guilt and what it's like to lose your mind. Because I could, I invented a musical genre and a pharmaceutical drug to make things interesting.

No, you can't read it. Not yet. In the end, it will be about twice as big as it is now. There's still lots to be done. But I appreciate your interest, honestly I do. Tell your friends about it, and tell them they can't read it either.

I can give you the first sentence, though, if you'd like. The first sentence is this:

Rubble.

Today's grand statement (Dylanesque Blues)

All day I've been listening to Iron & Wine's new single, "Walking Far From Home", and it's sounding more and more like the 2010 version of Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall." I'm not suggesting a direct correlation or raising the former up to the latter for comparison in terms of quality, but you might enjoy the double feature. So listen here.

Iron & Wine - "Walking Far From Home" (lyrics)

Bob Dylan - "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" (lyrics)

Hours and hours (Haven't Got Time for the Blues)

Here are one hundred and one tumblrs on men's fashion, because I can see that you're not busy enough.

THIS LINK IS A BLACK HOLE OF STYLE 

And here is a freebie, because you have all been so wonderful.

The franchise takes a sharp left (Crepuscular Blues)

Oh, that this were the look of the entire Twilight Saga:

(From Bill Condon, the Richard Marquand of this series, via Twitter.)

I seem to recall some bright moments in the third one but it was years ago and, of course, I was fainting so often the whole thing is a bit of a blur. But generally, Twilight and New Moon and Eclipse are what you might call dark movies, which makes no sense given their titles. In contrast, Breaking Dawn is about new beginnings, hopeful mornings, the sun's soft light stroking silky white skin, and a British receptionist who takes up cooking crystal meth in order to make ends meet.

No doubt Condon is preparing the masses by hinting at the new installment's drastic visual shift. It will look like

300, 

Angels in America,

Atonement,

The Birdcage,

Factory Girl, 

Duel in the Sun,  

 The Graduate, 

Trick 'r Treat,

Days of Heaven,

 

and The Lone Ranger promotional materials. 

Frankly, I'm excited. Like midnight screening excited. When does this thing come out?