John Travolta at the Oscars presenting the wi-ckedly talented, one and only, Adele Dazeem when her name is Idina Menzel.
Stokercon is still a few months away and since the finalists have already been announced, this is a friendly heads up to anyone who’ll be presenting that it’s not too soon to learn how to correctly pronounce people’s names.
Now reading The Drowned World, my first Ballard novel. I love his stories, and this is great so far.
In today's edition of They Shoulda Been Huge, we have Chicago band Wilderness Road's second and final album Sold for the Prevention of Disease Only (1973). They made songs that were both of a genre (sort of countrified rock) and satires of that genre. They were brilliant and completely unserious.
That's in Swedish krona so it's more like $58,000.
A photo of Mary Margaret O'Hara's album Miss America.
I spent too much on this import LP of one of my favorite albums. Mary Margaret O'Hara's only album Miss America (1988) just doesn't sound like anything else. It feels like I'm eavesdropping on a conversation she's having with herself.
Two years since my mom died and I became an orphan. For most of my childhood, I was absolutely terrified of her, but she changed. Went to therapy, got right with god, whatever she did, it worked. People can change. She changed into my best friend, and I miss her so much.
Her version is the best version, without question. Meshell Ndegeocello does a good interpretation of Simone's too.
a photo of a black car's gas tank cover, on which there's an illustration of Jesus.
A red car's gas tank cover bears an illustration of Michael Jordan.
One neighbor's car runs on the blood of Jesus, the other neighbor's car runs on air.
What do you MEAN going to discogs and buying another record won't make me feel better?
Random thought of the day: I own bath towels that are older than most of the people I interact with every day.
A photo of the sleeve of Traffic's 1971 album The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys sitting on top of a turntable.
Video editing music. Traffic, The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys (1971).
If you're into a more comic-style cover, I've been leaning pretty heavily on Daimon Hampton. He did the Chicago book cover and is doing the upcoming [redacted] cover.
I really wish I could!
I break out if I moisturize. I also can't use any shaving cream or lotion, otherwise I break out. It's a razor and hot water for me.
I am so freaking uncomfortable with how many of my left-leaning friends are yelling about putting people in prison. Abolition means abolition for everyone, otherwise you're just unhappy with who's holding the keys.
A photo of a record sleeve standing atop a record player. The record is Miles Davis's Jack Johnson, and the cover shows a bunch of African American people in 1930s dress sitting inside a yellow convertible.
Miles Davis (with help from Herbie Hancock, John McLaughlin, Billy Cobham, etc.) made one of the best rock albums and one of the best jazz albums of all time. This thing just does not stop.
This explains so much!
Apparently halfway during my first one, I tried to slap the doctors and shouted "ow! ow! fuck you, you fuckers!" Can't wait to see what hijinks unconscious Mike gets up to in the next one.
It's really short too!
Zardoz is so great. There's a book called "Against the Vortex: Zardoz and Degrowth Utopias in the 70s and Today" by Anthony Galluzo that really opened it up for me.
We're co-sponsoring a lecture by Jaroslav Olša Jr. about Czech-American sci-fi writer Miles J. Breuer on February 6 at 3:30pm Central. In person at the University of Chicago or register to watch on Zoom at the link.
events.uchicago.edu/event/260646...
I am listening to Patti Labelle and transcribing a pulp adventure story published in a Black newspaper in the 1950s. There's a cat asleep on my legs. Sometimes things are perfect. This is one of those times.
I spent 20 years in film exhibition. Film people are introverts too, but they have to go outside to attend film screenings. You'd see people in the lobby and chat with them, and those people became your friends. I don't see anyone from the publishing world.
Publishing is lonely.
Awesome, thanks.
Wait.
Does doomscrolling count? Asking for a friend.
Same. I go months without working on my own stuff. Any "creative" time I have, I use on publishing company projects.
This post brought to you by a glance at my bookshelves, where I can see bookmarks poking up from THE GOLDEN BOWL and THE AMBASSADORS.
Novellas and short stories? Dude was the king. Novels? I'm on page 100 and I can't remember who any of these people are.
I have to say, shitposting for 200 followers is NOT as rewarding as shitposting for 4000 followers.