"A song to mark the inauguration of the new king of the Netherlands has been withdrawn after it attracted a storm of criticism for its 'imbecilic' lyrics." (One of those lyrics is "I build a dyke with my bare hands and keep the water away," so you can sort of see the point.) Be warned, this link autoplays. Also, the song is execrable.
I have slowly been falling for Beach House this winter, moving from that stage of "huh what is this, let's fastforward on my iTunes" to "oh hmm?" to "singing along," and so am gratified to hear a new song today from their forthcoming fourth record.
"For those of us who have any active associations with wassail, they are probably musical. 'Here We Come a-Wassailing' is about as likely to turn up on your supermarket’s holiday Muzak loop as 'The Christmas Song' or 'Frosty the Snowman.'" —Today in the Times' Dining section, Rosie Schaap provides a recipe for and history of the traditional holiday drink wassail. Wassail is a warm punch made of cider and ale and spices that is enjoying a comeback in Brooklyn cocktail bars. It is intended to enliven spirits and lower inhibitions so as to encourage people to join in a Yuletide sing-along. But Wassail comes from England, which [...]
I’ve been obsessed with the idea of identifying critical moments in popular songs for a long time, but have been struggling with defending what that exactly means. One friend dismissed my ever-growing playlist of songs with identifiable pinnacles of brilliance as just “good songwriting.” I tried to tell her that, no, wait, good songwriting is one thing, but being able to completely change the composition of a song, the whole understanding of the joy that a song can bring, in one critical moment, is not just good songwriting, it’s genius. Nor was I talking about anything as simple as climax and release. As was found with Adele’s “Someone [...]
I recently attended a wedding, and it was, as weddings are wont to be, an almost transcendentally beautiful occasion. It was held on the grounds of a giant sandstone Federation house (who can honestly call something with guest quarters off-site a house?) sitting on miles of pristine green acreage. Fairy lights in the shape of love-hearts hung from the trees. The air smelled of freshly cut grass. Butlers stood with umbrellas armed for the possibility of rain to escort you the few feet to the bathrooms. The food was unlike any food I’d ever tasted. The country estate on which is was held, several hours outside of Sydney, was [...]
So here we are on the 2056th anniversary of the day that Julius Caesar died. If only they'd had YouTube back then. (Oh, coincidentally, the very first .com on the internet,
11. I wish cats were a little bit taller, I wish cats were a baller.
10. Two of cats. Two cats that beat as one.
9. Little cat Corvette. Gato, you've got to slow down.
8. I'm looking at that cat in the mirror. I'm asking cats to change their ways.
169. He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss)
168. Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
167. This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
166. Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
165. Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)
164. Truckdrivin’ Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat)
163. Money (That's What I Want)
162. (Flesh & Blood) Sacrifice
161. (Just Like) Starting Over
160. (Keep Feeling) Fascination
159. (Everything I Do) I Do It For You