yolevins:

I had a really nostalgic day today. Ro Sham Bo, my DJ crew with Jimmy Sing, Toni Toni Lee and Moriarty is ‘retiring’ after 5 years together and today we had our last ever radio show. We ran through so many of our classic club tunes from 2006 onwards, laughing as we reminisced.

PRETTY GREAT!

poupak:

Let me just start by saying this is completely my opinion, and my feelings alone, and not representative of anything from any improv theater or performer involved. This is how I perceived that particular person who took center stage at a show I was attending.

albertinho:

Now, with Josh and Zac leaving the band they created and named and invited Hayley to join, all that’s left of Paramore is the truth. Despite street cred from an indie label, despite humble origins in a garage, despite Hayley’s personal dreams, despite badges from relentless touring, Paramore is a factory-raised, label-owned pop star, pretending to be a rock band.

As much as it isn’t “cool” or “indie” for me to give a shit about the Paramore break-up (in defense, I still kind of don’t), this article is an amazing case study into how fucked up the entire pop process can be to all parties involved. After reading this I came to the conclusion that there is not a single member of Paramore that is “happy” with anything that has occurred over the past decade to their lives.

In addition, Tumblr has a lot of teenagers. This is a fact. And with masses of teenagers comes masses of Paramore fans. Another fact. And a lot of Paramore fans are probably confused as fuck as to what happened aside from “two of the founding members left and had a whinge about it”. Maybe this piece will give them some clarity, albeit through the eyes of a cynical music writer.

She had spoken to the pop musician, she said, who had instructed her to ask me what “sort of interview” I was intending to conduct with him. I answered with the only response that made sense: it would be the sort of interview whereby I asked questions and he answered them.

A researcher then made Carolyn an offer: she could either eat one marshmallow right away or, if she was willing to wait while he stepped out for a few minutes, she could have two marshmallows when he returned. He said that if she rang a bell on the desk while he was away he would come running back, and she could eat one marshmallow but would forfeit the second. Then he left the room.

Craig, a year older than Carolyn, still remembers the torment of trying to wait. “At a certain point, it must have occurred to me that I was all by myself,” he recalls. “And so I just started taking all the candy.” According to Craig, he was also tested with little plastic toys—he could have a second one if he held out—and he broke into the desk, where he figured there would be additional toys. “I took everything I could,” he says. “I cleaned them out. After that, I noticed the teachers encouraged me to not go into the experiment room anymore.” 

I’ll be honest: I didn’t follow all the Disney [land] rules. I played Jack [Sparrow] like he was real, and if a woman flirted, I would flirt back. Women loved it. But there were also women who would have too many beers at California Adventure or smuggle in alcohol you could smell on their breath, women who were clearly sloshed. Here’s a napkin someone wrote on for me: “I will give you a blow job on your break, so sexy! Kim—714-XXX-XXXX.”

Stephanie Meyer kicks Jane Austen’s ass: Apparently thanks to the Twilight vampire series, Isabella replaced Emma as the most popular baby name for girls in 2009.