happy ride home from the vet

my to-do list: “dessert”

PRIORITIES

frank stella

London, United Kingdom
Frank Stella’s “Black Series II” lithographs, Tate Collection
(via ace hotel)

blue and wonder

richard buckner, “blue and wonder.” the lyrics.

i found out about this song from a gwyneth mix on jay-z’s site?

let’s ban sorry

from justine harman’s “while we’re banning stuff, let’s ban sorry”:

Every day, for myriad reasons, women are apologizing to me: for opening a door I am about to enter; for reaching over me at the salad bar; for standing in front of the open refrigerator and gazing at the variety of chilled milks. It’s the same thing every time: A well-spoken, confident women will notice that we happen to be sharing the same space, cast her eyes downward, and mutter a quick and meaningless, “sorry.” Most of the time, I say it back. It’s nothing more than a ritual, a salutation, a paper-thin pleasantry. But she’s not sorry. And I’m not sorry. So why are we saying that we are?

really weird article pic, kate hudson in almost famous? hur? some deep almost famous reference for true fanz only? but dude, the gist, YES. all i do is say i’m sorry. this morning i sent ross a text that apologized for him calling me at 12:30am and me being asleep. what? why. too much apologizing. all the time. i’m gonna try and ban sorry in my own life and also learn how to say NO without feeling totally guilty and anxious.

watch this

Between the Lines: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie with Zadie Smith
Schomburg Center

2014 the year of billy joel

after hearing this “here’s the thing” interview with him last year, really feeling joel. good sport/real human.

here’s to this vibe all weekend

(via annfriedman’s awesome newsletter)

but he wore it so lightly

more from the amazing robert wyatt.

on stevie wonder:

And we had our music with Stevie Wonder, in particular “You Are the Sunshine of My Life”. Stevie Wonder seemed to have everything. From Ray Charles and Nat King Cole before him, he had this fantastic pianistic skill and music knowledge, but he wore it so lightly. Synthesizers had been kind of clever and weird up until then, and he turned them into a human instrument. He just played them with a whooping, “wow, look what I can do!” kind of joy. A song like “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” is just a distillation of what music is.

on pop music:

I didn’t like the fact that hierarchies had developed between what people thought was “serious” rock music and pop music– that was all rubbish. I was very uncomfortable with that. That was exactly the kind of situation I thought our generation had got rid of. I’ve always admired pop music, because I think it’s the modern post-industrial folk music. Everybody can join in, you don’t have to be a specialist. You can sing along with it. But there’s not much room in pop music for all the things I want to do. It’s a bit like food: I like all kinds of interesting food, but in the end, I can just sit down with an egg sandwich and really feel great.

on charles mingus:

From here, I start going back to my youth and trying to get deeper into the jazz I had listened to in the 50s. Particularly Charles Mingus, a restless soul I met a couple of times, once very briefly in New York, in 1971. I was on tour with the Soft Machine, just walking around Central Park, and there he was drinking at one of those water fountains. He was on his bicycle, and he was very large, and had these great, lurid Bermuda shorts, and I just went up to him and said, “Oh, excuse me, I come from England and I just want to tell you that your music means so much more to me than I can say, and it has for years.” He said, “Thanks very much.” And that was it.

on what he listens to now:

…my default position is to sit in my room and slap on a Mingus record or a Dizzy Gillespie record. There I am, hovering away in some kind of alternative universe of late-50s imaginary Harlem forever. [laughs]