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never not hilarious.
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I love buying music. Always have, always will. iTunes, a local CD exchange, whatever. It’s not just about going in and getting what I’m looking for. It’s about stumbling upon other music in the process. Impulsive music purchases have always turned out beneficial to me. I…
i think it’s important that you spend money on music that you like and listen to. if you don’t give the artist money then they have to get another job and you don’t get anymore music from them. it’s that simple.
my personal policy is if i’ve put on a song 3 times or more i buy it. so many hours of labor by so many different people go into making those few minutes as good as they can be for YOU the listener. the least you can do is give a dollar to that person for making a song.
if you think of it as just a dollar then you think of all the people that you tip a dollar for doing something that takes very little effort and means almost nothing then it suddenly makes perfect sense to give St. Vincent a dollar for spending countless hours of her life learning how to sing, play the guitar/a ton of other instruments, and understand the core elements of how to manipulate lyrics harmony and rhythm well enough to write the music and lyrics to and then record herself perfectly executing every vocal and guitar part in “Cruel” (not to mention any other instruments that she may have played on that recording).
this is not easy stuff. please tip a dollar. it feels good to give back.
YUP!
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I didn’t know.
If you came out to shows over the last month, you may be familiar with the new LIFE IS LIKE T.REX shirt design. We pretty much sold out of them on tour, but I should be ordering more in the next few weeks. In the meantime, I’ve made them available for PRE-ORDER in the online store for y’all. Everyone who pre-orders a shirt will also get a FREE Life Is Like T.rex wristband thrown in with their order!
REBLOG FOR A CHANCE TO WIN THE SHIRT! Winner will be announced Monday!
Printed on American Apparel TR401/TR301 Tri-Blend Short Sleeve Track Shirt. Available in guy sizes S - XL and girl sizes S-XL.
For sizing info see americanapparel.net.
Designed by Gail Marowitz:
http://thevisualstrategist.comLast day to reblog for a chance to win a shirt, yo. I’ll announce the lucky tumblrer tomorrow morning, after coffee. xo
This bookstore has bleachers!!
I’m at the NYU bookstore for the Leslie Simon/Geek Girls Unite book party!!
HEY! I WAS THERE TONIGHT! LIKE, RIGHT THERE YOU GUYS! FREE MUSIC AND BOOK READINGS YEAH!
Jacob and i had an extensive conversation about how our highschools had the exact same bleachers. throwbacks. who needs em.
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But first, a quick anecdote. Last night I had grand plans to go to Brooklyn with a non NYU friend of mine. We had made these plans two weeks ago, and I was really looking forward to a night away from my college friends because, I’ll be honest, the college drinking scene is getting really old. Anyways, my friend got sick and had to bail. It happens, and it’s not his fault, but I was bummed. I decided to buy myself dinner from Macaroni Macaroni, and watch a movie. A ‘me’ night, if you will. I ended up watching this really sad documentary called ‘Dear Zachary’. This story is getting a little bogged by details. The point: I went to bed by midnight and woke up early this morning feeling refreshed and ready to tackle all the homework I had been neglecting.
I decided to take myself out for breakfast, because I mean, you can’t tackle homework on an empty stomach. My friend Jacob and I set out down Sixth Ave in search of the Grey Dog Café, which we never found. Eventually we ended up on Canal Street, hungry and hot. We turned down a side street and found a couple different options for food. The first, a Mexican style diner. The second, a rather posh looking espresso bar with a Jake Gyllenhaal look alike sitting in a window seat. After a few passes by each, we finally decided to grab coffee at the swanky café (see also: ‘La Colombe’) and then grab breakfast at the Mexican diner for cheap. As we walked into La Colombe I looked to my right and thought “Holy crap. That’s Jake Gyllenhaal”. I told Jacob and in hushed tones we quickly revised the plan. “Two cappuccinos please. For here.”
We sat across the café from him, and watched in wonderment as the constant flow of people who carried themselves with a sort of famous ambience (perhaps there were more than one celebrity in there at any given time) walked in and out, hardly phased by the company we were in. Gyllenhaal seemed particularly unapologetically famous. He refused disguise, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, no hat, no sunglasses. He often would lean over the back of his chair and stare around the café at the other patrons, once or twice in my direction.
I know, I know, the point. Here it is. I felt like I was really in New York City for one of the first times since I moved here. We were in the midst of a major celebrity. And we were expected to sit quietly and sip our exceptional cappuccinos and talk of the weather and politics. And we did. Neither of us moved to take a picture, shake his hand, ask for an autograph, or update our status on Facebook (“OMG JAKE GYLLENHAAL IS LYKE SITTING RITE NEXT TO ME!!!!!!!!!”). I came here to sit among greatness, and bask in their ambience, and take a little of it with me, and aspire to be greatness myself. I didn’t come all this way to be nothing, and I don’t intend to end up that way. It’s funny how inspiration happens upon me daily in this city. I’m learning to open myself up to it, whatever form it takes.
