Bourbon Cosby
BY BECA GRIMM
Here’s an easy-to-remember name: Ɖirȶy ⱣørⓒɛLд!N. Got it? There will be a quiz later.
Coloradical (Boulder) dude Jeremy Martin is a textbook thrift wax wizard. He finds all sorts of weird bits and found sounds to craft delicious hip-hop beats with a Roland SP-404sx wave sampler.
Lend your ears after the jump.
PHOTOSET: Loving a Fictional Character and Her Wardrobe
Megan Draper is somewhat of a polarizing character on Mad Men—there are fans who are none too pleased with Don taking up with a secretary so impulsively (poor Faye!) and others who see the new Mrs. Draper as a pleasant, ambitious, and fun personality. Which ever way you lean, costume designer Janie Bryant has used Megan to showcase the most fashionable style on the show this season. Peggy will always be buttoned-up, Joan’s filmed more scenes at home in maternity-wear, Jane Sterling goes a little weird most of the time, and Betty’s been pretty M.I.A. lately and…well, you know.
That leaves Megan to slink around in the mid-’60s brightly colored shifts, chiffon-sleeved party dresses, and that glorious chevron-printed coat she wore in last night’s episode. Her clothes are a nod to her youth and vitality, just as Don is beginning to feel a bit old. The clothes have definitely been a status symbol on the show this season, and Megan’s personality and style are positively infectious. I love her.
What do you think about Megan? Would you steal the clothes off her back? What other television characters have enviable style?
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Sindri Már Sigfússon bestows us, the unworthy Internet folk, with a lacy, sunny track that makes light of legit, deranged infatuation. Something I’ve been trying to do for years, but I digress. It’s called “Only Eyes” and it’s only probably the best thing you’ll hear all Monday afternoon. This is… Sin Fang.
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Tom Hanks must have had a super strange past two years. First, his forgettable non-Colin son Chet Haze revealed his true identity as a rapper. Now his longtime wife Rita Wilson’s come out as a spokesperson for Sheryl Crow happy hours and too much eye makeup.
Wilson gifts the planet with a full-length of covers from her hay-day next month. It’s called AM/FM and it is something that apparently is really happening.
In the meantime, let’s please talk about the video for the album’s first cut, a cover of The Supremes’ “Come See About Me.” Prepare your squinting muscles.
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Man, fuck Ariel. I always wanted to be Belle. She looked beyond generic good looks, had a sass to her class and delighted in the written word. (She also had super huge brown eyes which made me feel like we could identify, so in actuality, it was probably just vanity again that drew me to her.) It’s that last character trait that had a last impression on me—most specifically, I coveted her library with those slidey ladder things…
…Until I was a 24-year-old in New York, peddling books part-time at a big box bookstore and forced to climb the damned, rattling things regularly. And then there were always those days I brilliantly donned a dress with embarrassing underwear and no tights.
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Indian? Yes. Mexican? Right. Italian? Yaw. Inuit? Totally.
I’ve delighted in lying about my heritage for about 10 years now. I mean, not only is it fun, but sometimes it gets me free things.
And we have like, six fans. That’s how UNDERGROUND this shit is, guys. Don’t you want to be a part of something so obscure? Like us pronto!
BY BECA GRIMM
A real text exchange from yesterday between me and a sporty girlfriend:
Her: I kinda wanna go on a run today over the bridge… But it’s gonna be hot
Me: I will walk it with you…
Her: No point in walking!! We could jog-walk-jog-walk. I’m down for that. Get a little more sun.
Me: Ew, jogging. You can jog and wait for me to walk up to your resting spot.
She didn’t so much agree. This has been my internal and eternal struggle with physical fitness since my elementary school days of faking sick during T-ball.
Then I graduated college, got a job at a craft beer bar and had to buy new pants. In a fit of vanity, I began to ponder the perks of moving my body more than just from record bin to record bin.
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Harlem rapper A$AP Rocky merged his own dopeness with that of Brooklyn hip-hop head Theophilus London to bring us this delicious cut. Horns up, hoes down. Give “Big Spender” a listen after the jump.
