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yvynyl:

Night Manager - Broke Haircut

Inventive melodies are tough to do because it’s like walking the knife edge of cheesy sheesh and awkward - fall just a little to one side and yr cooked. This one from Brooklyn, however, skates that razor all the way to the end of the rail. Quirky, odd, but perfectly executed. 

They’re going on tour in June, playing here in Philly at Pi Lam on June 3rd with Total Slacker. Get more of their tracks up on Bndcmp.  Img of vocalist Caitlin Seager by Terri Nguyen.

This takes me back to the nineties, with that twisted Nirvana melody that changes an otherwise pretty jam into something sick. Get that evil out

wwnorton:

The New York Times T Magazine has everything you need to know about the Will Oldham book we’re publishing in September:

“Within the book’s 382 pages Oldham answers nearly every question one might wish to ask about his prolific output, which he has recorded and performed variously as Will Oldham, Palace Brothers, Palace Music, Palace Songs, Palace, Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, Bonnie Billy, and Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and the Cairo Gang.”

Pre-Order Now.

(Photo by Chad Batka for The New York Times)

Note to self: read this.

OH JA

npr:

If you were young in the 1960s or ’70s and like many of us didn’t live around New York City, the first bagel you ever saw and enjoyed was probably a Lender’s.

So it’s with a sense of sadness and nostalgia that we pass along this, from The Associated Press:

“Murray Lender, who helped turn his father’s small Connecticut bakery into a national company that introduced bagels to many Americans for the first time, has died in Florida. He was 81. Lender’s wife, Gillie Lender, tells The Associated Press that her husband died Wednesday at a hospital in Miami from complications from a fall he suffered 10 weeks ago. The couple lived in both Aventura, Fla., and Woodbridge, Conn.”

-Mark Memmott

I had one of these with cream cheese and onions last night… Am I next?

When page one’s small-font footnotes out-bid the main text, I burn the essay immediately. What do you want me to focus on? Do you want me to be crying tears of boredom by page two? Why not just incorporate these “small thoughts” into the paper? or write another essay with them? or never write again so that I don’t have to tolerate your bullshit?