Thursday, December 27, 2012
The hair. That jacket. The collar on that shirt. The little crick in her arm holding a smoke. That "fuck you" cold stare. Phew...be still my heart.
Well, the end of year list listmania has been an utter disaster by any measure, here at Denim on Denim. This is evidenced by the fact that there are currently zero lists up right now. Nick and I had plans to do a small year end one in which we would revisit some of our favorites from the past year but you know; holidays, snow storms, work, etc., you get the idea.
Let's not focus on what could have been and instead focus on what is. Like this bitching Larry Levan remix from 1982. Yea, why does your love hurt so much, tell me that. What's your excuse this time?
I know one thing for sure, the girl above caused many strong men to ask that exact question about her many times. Without a doubt that girl got into trouble at least once for stealing someone's hooch, smoking behind the school, or stealing her parent's car for a joy ride.
She lead the class of '52 in breaking hearts and was famous for being able to out drink any man in the county.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Nick told me that his professional wrestling name is going to be 'Pretty Nicky' and he's going to wear a jean vest with a giant airbrushed cobra on the back of it with no shirt underneath, gold aviator sunglasses, a Speedo, and chewing a toothpick. He also said this track is going to be his entrance music - all 15 minutes of it. I told him that was a great idea and that the business school of Indiana University was lucky to have a brilliant mind like his.
Of course, what I didn't tell him was that he probably shouldn't have a 15 minute long track that probably only gets played at 5am when everyone has consumed a little too much hooch. It doesn't exactly instill the fear of God in anyone which is what I think you want with an entrance song but like someone once said, "you can't break an omelette without making a few eggs." Am I right, or am I right?
Saturday, December 15, 2012
No one ever called Pablo Picasso an asshole.
Been a while. I know. This is what happens when I have zero motivation and feel like all I ever do is work. My apologies.
Year-end list shenanigan time. I'm generally torn about year-end lists because I've come to see them as simply a lazy tool for critics to basically validate their existence. "Look, I made you this list of things that without me you would never have. Love me" I'm less interested in what order you put anything in (is the fifth best track of the year really twice as good as the tenth best, etc.) and more into discovering artists/tracks I didn't know existed before. And that's how we find ourselves here with Mister Lies and his track "Cleam". Pretty mellow, slow burn jam that seems good for cloudy Saturday afternoons when your getting ready to drink. It probably touches a lot of bases that some people mind find a little old at this point but there is something about the tone and mood of this track that I really like. It's falling about and building up all at the same time and it's kind of hypnotic.