Theme Songs and Title Sequences: True Blood

I break down the #TrueBlood title sequence by @digitalkitchen

True Bloodhas devolved from a delicious, mystery-driven, Southern Gothic evisceration of societal mores to a lukewarm pool of bloody literalism. When you ditch the metaphorical drugs, religious persecution, and prejudice (obvious though they may have…

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misdeeds:

Behind the Issue: Women in Music 2013
Go to 1:29 to see HAIM

Dear @ellemagazine I love this #BTS #WomeninMusic video @aliciakeys @haimtheband @jessieware @angelhaze 

“I don’t want to date Robert Plant, I want to be Robert Plant.”

“Shit. *laughs* I don’t know how to rhyme ’concrete’ with anything. “

Yeah it’s eleven-and-almost-a-half minutes, but watch the whole damn thing. Consider also, why they choose - in such an obviously perfectly lit setting, with a track and tripods and professional ops - to use so many shots which show the C-stands and the monitors past the background, and why they use steadycam and rack focused shots. Why they use video of the photo shoots, instead of the shots from the photo shoots. Why the slating, and people messing up. If the medium is the message, are they succeeding in getting across that real, gritty, beautiful essence that is these women? Is the edit the most flawless thing ever?

(And relatedly, why the hell people hashtag their own shows/videos instead of letting the fans do it.)

Renowned author Dan Brown smiled, the ends of his mouth curving upwards in a physical expression of pleasure. He felt much better.

Michael Deacon, “Don’t make fun of renowned Dan Brown” (The Telegraph)

The comment section isn’t bad, either, and maybe that tells you more about the quality of the article than my putting a quote here. (Also, I couldn’t pick just one quote. Read the freaking article, yo.)

katherinestasaph:

rachael-maddux:

Here is the great video for Pistol Annies’ “Hush Hush,” which has been lodged in my brain for more than week now. And here is something I have written for Slate about the seemingly unlikely but increasingly cozy relationship between weed and country music. And now I would like some green bean casserole please.

This video is fascinating to me because I wonder how many of the cringe spots are lost on the broader audience it’s probably going to get (though my only evidence is music critics / a general sense of critical milieu, and the YouTube comments getting all suddenly foodie.)

(Also fascinating: where are all the teenagers? Well, yes, also getting high in the house or in the woods, but not on camera. It’s like the anti-millennial video.)

This video is my teenage years, except with weed. If they’d had the weed, perhaps the rest would have turned out differently?

But seriously, the dresses, the potluck, the cadence of the preacher holding the audience who can smell the damn pot roast and just wishes to be let free, the petty gossip and double standards, it’s spot-on.

And the article: 

Or maybe, like the fed-up narrator of “Hush Hush,” it has just become too exhausting—for country music and for America itself—to maintain the charade of sanctimony at the big dinner table of public life, to keep tamping down the truth that everyone knows everyone else knows but doesn’t want to let on that they know they know.”

That’s why I left the Baptist church, ya’ll.

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Things Neighbors Say

A minute ago I thought I heard my upstairs neighbor loudly proclaiming (jokingly, I think?) into the phone that “I’m going to shove her dildo up your ass.”

And that seemed normal enough.

But then about 30 seconds later she repeated it, thrice, and I realized she said “steel toe.” 

“I’m going to shove her steel-toe up your ass.”

Which just leads me to so many questions.

Which would really be better?

Was the joking, presumed playfully sexual connotation of the first sentence now a joking threat?

What is the significance of them being “her” steel-toe boots?

How much do I love a person who doesn’t just say ‘I’m going to shove a boot up your ass’ but really takes the time to specifize it, personalize it, add those important touches?

The morning after tastes like coffee, M. Ward, and badly fermented awesome. — My Still Buzzing Mind on the Day After My Birthday