i’m on vacation this week with my parents (pictured) and my little sister (who has been calling me names all day, thereby blowing it royally in a getting-her-picture-on-my-blog kind of way). back to videos in a week!


i’m on vacation this week with my parents (pictured) and my little sister (who has been calling me names all day, thereby blowing it royally in a getting-her-picture-on-my-blog kind of way). back to videos in a week!
i’m not entirely sure i have the kidneys for it, but this sudden influx of instant netflix john cassavetes films i’ve always been slightly scared to see—from shadows and faces to husbands and then a woman under the influence and opening night—may be one of the best things to happen to heavy, muggy, early-august emptiness in a very long time. i watched the killing of a chinese bookie tonight and think it’ll keep me away from gambling debts and the nightclub industry for a few years. ben gazzara’s grin should be in a museum.
#640: the jesus and mary chain - just like honey (1985)
a slow-mo, long-haired, sweet-toothed summertime classic for those who enjoy wearing black turtlenecks while toeing that fine line between fuzzy and scuzzy.
#639: celia cruz & the fania all-stars - guantanamera rehearsal (zaire, 1974)
james brown struggles and sweats, then celia cruz struts and sways. her effortlessness is something from a greek myth. it is inhuman.
and when an audience is actually in front of her, brains will whirl into the cosmos.
celia cruz ≥ celia cruz with wyclef john ≥ wyclef john
(see more inequalities here.)
#638: james brown - try me (1974, zaire)
the song is a wedding cake, the album cover is a silver platter, and james brown’s acappella astrological breakdown at the end of his performance in zaire ‘74 is icing: “baby!” he says. “yeah,” grunt the backup singers. “can i call her? baby! woman! gemini! scorpio! pisces! libra! virgo! cancer! aries! sagittarius! capricorn! leo! taurus! walk with me!” it’s the best horoscope in the history of zodiac.
james brown was 25 when he recorded try me at beltone studios on west 31st street and fifth avenue, not very far from the observer. i’m 25 too and i barely deserve to look at this beautiful album cover, let alone hear the song. early james brown is better than anything i’ll ever dream up. it’s shameful. it’s a disgrace. the two lines of smoke coming up from the gun, and the zero from the unlit cigarette, don’t even begin to get at it.
#637: of montreal - requiem for o.m.m.2 (2005)
lately i’ve had some needlessly harsh things to say about of montreal. but after listening to the sundlandic twins for the first time in ages, i regret every word.
some bands are like the pixies, and you never forget you love them. some bands are like styx, and you’ll never forget your hatred. but some bands are pixy stix, and after the years tick by you forget how sweet they are—until one day you happen to sample them again, and they turn out to be delicious.
#636: wyclef jean - anything can happen (1997)
sure, wyclef jean’s yéle haiti foundation has had multimillion dollar accounting problems, and hundreds of thousands of dollars meant for haitian victims went to a t.v. station that he and his cousin jerry own. but what matters is that the carnival was my favorite album for all of seventh grade, and a third of its songs are still perfect early-august thumpers. so i think everyone can agree that he deserves to lead one of the hemisphere’s most troubled countries. just look at him roller skate! he’s a man who belongs in high office.
#635: ll cool j - i can’t live without my radio (soul train, 1986)
being this fresh would change everything. could expiration dates even exist in your fridge? 18-year-old ll cool j touched curdled glasses of milk and they instantly popped back into cow-quality grade-a beverages. cheese became ice cream. yogurt became milkshake. margarine turned to butter, just because he thought about it.
“everybody came to the party, and we all have the headache and the hangover. but it’s classically human to say, ‘we lost all this money, it must have been the villain, so let’s find him! let’s string him up. somebody’s got to pay.’ but fortunately, we have a system of laws, not men.” - richard d. parsons, citigroup’s chairman, and the former ceo of time warner, in this week’s new york observer.
“as long as the music is playing, you’ve got to get up and dance. we’re still dancing.” - charles o. prince, then citigroup’s ceo, in 2007.
#634: the soul stirrers - lord, remember me (c. 1976)
managing to sound like this two decades after sam cooke quit your band is like losing nine fingers and winning a bowling championship. except gospel singers don’t drink, wear better outfits, and can make harmonies that wash sins from dark manhattan souls.
#633: the beatles - rain (1966)
i thought i’d heard every beatles song i needed to hear, and then the b-side to paperback writer, a hit i’d never been crazy about, just turned out to be a throbbing, drenched, perfect little pop song. it smells like lemonade, tastes like sunflowers, and was recorded on a magic new abbey road console called the automatic transient overload control, which made it the loudest single ever. and, thank god, it even has a music video with ringo starr in blue sunglasses.