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Bone tired

Brittanie — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 04:45:41 +0000

I spent ten days in a row this year at SXSW in Austin. By the time yesterday rolled around, I felt like a dancing bag of bones. But not nearly as energetic as this little guy.

Work has taken a front seat in my life lately. I miss writing. I miss my little blog. But that’s gonna change. Stay tuned for more.

Diddy Wah

Brittanie — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:33:12 +0000

Rest in peace, Captain.

The Mutants

Brittanie — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 00:34:16 +0000

It’s been a pretty kickass weekend so far. Yesterday I jumped out of a plane (more on that later) and tonight I’m going to see Os Mutantes.

Happy Halloween

Brittanie — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 01:14:25 +0000

Don’t you feel like cryin’?

Brittanie — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 02:42:24 +0000

This is sorta old news, but Solomon Burke died a few days ago, almost exactly a year after Patrick Swayze died. This calls for a Dirty Dancing reference.

Also, goddamn! Have you seen this deleted scene from the 20th anniversary DVD?

(Post courtesy of my yoga instructor, who played this song in class today, and later played the theme from Twin Peaks. Serenity now!)

Stuck In My Head

Brittanie — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 14:51:08 +0000

Gorillaz was one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long, long time. When I saw this video I was like, “Hey, that’s my dance!”

Keef, Paris, 1965

Brittanie — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 04:02:11 +0000

(Via The Impossible Cool.)

Never kept a dollar past sunset

Brittanie — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 22:11:49 +0000

My friend Lance and I went to the one-night-only screening of Ladies and Gentlemen, The Rolling Stones Thursday night. I’ve always liked the Stones, and for years have nursed a crush on the dandy-esque Mick Jagger (yes, still). They are, after all, the greatest rock-n-roll band of all time, and they provide the perfect antidote to my dislike (but tolerance of) The Beatles.

But until Thursday night I would not have called myself a Rolling Stones fan. Since Thursday night, I’ve been reading obsessively on the 1969-1975 line-up, probably the best line-up in the band’s decades-long career. (Check out this awesome, informative chart.)

And also since Thursday I have become totally infatuated with Keith Richards. Mick Jagger’s onstage antics seem contrived and performance-arty, but when Keith Richards closes his eye and shakes his hair you can tell it’s because he feels the music, not because he’s on display. It goes without saying, but Keith Richards is so fucking cool. That I am 30 years old and just discovered this is some kind of pathetic, but hey. Better late than never.

My dream outfits

Brittanie — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 15:59:52 +0000

Black and white, geometric figures. And I used to have that haircut, for like 10 years. Their version ain’t great, but I’ve also always loved this song.

Good enough for Jerry Lee

Brittanie — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 14:02:58 +0000

Someone posted this Jerry Lee Lewis version on “Me and Bobby McGee” to MetaFilter last night. I’ve never liked the song, and though I adore Jerry Lee, I agree with the commenter who said that he seems to be phoning it in here (even if “phoning it in” for JLL still rocks my bobby socks off). But while I was watching it I was thinking all the time What a badass MFer he was. And yet, also such a prevert. Is it totally wrong to adore him? And that’s why this comment especially made me chuckle.

Ah, my creepiest hero.

Just the other day we heard “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” on the radio and I said a little silent prayer that someday I’ll get to see The Killer before he dies.