“Sure I was once one of those brooklynites that liked to brag about not having TV. Those days are over. No more lounging around in a silk kimono sipping lillet or vemouth on the rocks recalling the Regan administration or disecting Deleuze and Guattari. Instead I sit three inches from the TV on monday nights taking fashion cues from 16 year olds. I’m probably better off.”—saipua
I downloaded this song from iTunes this morning, on an old Amex gift card that still has a few dollars to be scraped off. I also got Jump (For My Love), Automatic, and I’m So Excited.
The song Neutron Dance came to me as I was watching the Chelsea/Man U match this morning.
The Pointer Sisters album these tracks are from came out in 1983, one year before Purple Rain. They share tacky synthiness with some parts of the latter, without the melodramatic Prince-ian guitar and vocals to ground them. They also remind me of Chromeo, which feels like an inside joke. Between me and Chromeo.
The Pointer Sisters are not capable of pulling off what Prince pulls off in Purple Rain — let’s face it, Neutron Dance is on the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack — but I don’t mind. They’re not pretending to be all artist-y. They’re selling out and having fun.
Last night, we made boeuf bourgougnon. It took approximately 5 hours. Cheesecloth was involved. The payoff was minimal, though the beers were plenty.
The entire apartment smells beefy today. I should probably wash my hair.
More importantly, the LSU Tigers beat Auburn. Is it just me, or did Les Miles used to have gray hair? And yes, both of our quarterbacks played, including the one who transferred from Harvard.
I will be taking a GPS-led adventure into the suburbs. Luck, be a lady, tonight.
“I hate the dazzlement of skill," Richter wrote as a young man of 32, in 1964. "For example, being able to draw something freehand from life, or - even worse - inventing or putting together something entirely original: a particular form, a particular composition or an eccentric colour scheme … I want to leave everything as it is. I therefore neither plan nor invent; I add nothing and omit nothing … Being able to do something is never an adequate reason for doing it.”—Gordon Burn on the paintings of Gerhard Richter | Art and design | The Guardian