Friday, January 30, 2009


This one is so dramatic. Stop deleting your loved ones from your Blackberry. We miss you too. We've just been going crazy.

Anyway; thanks for having us over for Pizza and Projectors. It was good to see you both FINALLY. And the cat iced the cake. Or rather: The ghetto Twinkies.

Photo: The illustrious Olivia Malone.

PS. No Homo.


Well didn't this just arrive a day too late.

Nicholas Gottlund. As always: killing it.

Friday Night.

I can't remember for the life of me where these came from. Regardless:

SONIC YOUTH: "Mary Christ (Live)"

Beach Huts.

I can honestly say, that these things could well be our first ever home purchase (still a million years from now of course). Fuck buying a house. A hut on a desolate stretch of sand somewhere is all I need.

Thursday, January 29, 2009


Fill in the blanks: OCEAN HOWL.



Arch M

Arch M - "Mountain Tan Commericials" (Full Album download).

I'm going to ignore the blatent Papa M name rip-off from this one, because he's actually really pretty awesome. Some dude from California, now living in London, who I'm not ashamed to say I found out about from TANK magazine this week, and took notice in the first place because of the rad portrait that accompanied the article.

More, HERE.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

At The Cape.

Grizzly Bear - "Granny Dinner"

Recording and mixing a new album, due out this year. The drummer - Chris Bear I believe - actually came by my place of work the other week, to purchase some wooden balls. He wanted to roll them on the floor and record the sounds. That's awesome.

Anyway, I procrastinated for far too long in buying tickets for their BAM performance with the Brooklyn Philharmonic, and now it's sold out. If anyone has two tickets for sale, or knows a way to get them, please let me know. I've tried all other avenues...

Fucking Craigslist. I need two.

** Photos above by Hisham Bharoocha, of SOFT CIRCLE.


By Graham Dickson.

If I had a dog I'd make him wear a darling little scarf, too. And little booties, so his feet wouldn't get cold and wet. And a diamante-studded collar, so that everyone would look at him and take note when we walked into a room. "Magnifique!" they would cry, and I would blush, knowing it was true. And sometimes, if we were taking a stroll around seedier parts of the East Village - or Brooklyn, say- I'd dress him in a leather jacket, to give him some edge. Bitches love a bad dog. And on occasion, if we were going to the right parties, with the right people, dining with the upper crust on the Upper West, I would have him wear a monocle. It is important for a dog, as it is for a man, at particular social conventions, to project a certain air of bel esprit. Of course, the monocle would probably have to be stitched to his face to prevent it falling off and causing us both immense embarrassment. The procedure would no doubt be excruciating, but it would be a small price to pay for cutting such a dashing figure of sophistication.

Everyone would adore my little Chester Winslow. That would be his name. Everyone would praise me for his impeccable style.

And at night, when the two of us were alone, tucked up together in bed in our cavernous Soho loft wearing our matching pyjama suits, Chester would look up at me through his monocled eye and say, "Thank you. Thank you for making me more than just a dog."

Yes, that's what his little brown eyes would say. Thank you.

From the newest issue of TANK. Which I love, because of the Flash Fiction pieces they always have running throughout.

Very Good News.


Fingers Crossed: Instant (Polaroid) Film is on the way back...

Monday, January 26, 2009


Sad News.

I am a dull and simple lad
Can not tell water from champagne
And I have never met the queen
And I wish I could have all that he has got
I wish I could be like David Watts.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Will Shine

How many times can you post about the same person?


Will Shine / Sur'end A

- 3 Track CD that came with an issue of The Journal a good while back.

Friday, January 23, 2009


Off to Long Island City today, to price up some small runs for the smallest of small presses that's yet to be: SLEEVES.

Deep Throating

All The Presidents Men.

Check out Hoffman. What a sick apartment! KIller bookshelves, a guitar AND a banjo just chilling in the corners of the same shot. Beyond good.

A great prologue to FROST/NIXON too, which we managed to catch a couple of weeks back. It's nice to see it get some nominations, as one of the few films that deserve any in this years Oscar picks. I mean Benjamin Button? Really? Forest Gump with magic? Fuck off.

Revolutionary Road and Sam Mendes seriously got hung out to dry in particular.

Also: anyone else excited that Netflix finally worked out a way to watch instantly on your Mac? That shit was PC only for WAY too long.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Pyramid Schemes

Joanna Bean

Playing link tag through THE REFERENCE LIBRARY


Wednesday, January 21, 2009


As always MAX comes through with some goods.

Kind of fitting too. Today is your first day with an African American President. Leading the way for the first time in a while, so congratulations. Way to fucking win at life B.H.O.

Let's just keep keeping it up.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Four Hundred and Ninety Six

From the last 12 months of submissions to Tiny Vices. See the whole thing HERE. There's a lot, so you'll need a few minutes.