This photo of Glenn Branca in front of the worst frozen yogurt on the planet makes me happy.
I aspire to one day have as many pens in my pocket.
How could I ever leave New York?
“I Don’t Wanna Grow Up” by Tom Waits; from Bone Machine (1992).
Morning commuter’s rage curtailed. Slightly.
Oh and then a guy across the aisle throws up. And you’re no longer a human, so instead of helping him, you ask yourself who the fuck eats peas in the morning.
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“Dolby sound will be then top crowned/When I put the needle into your groove.” Whoa. WHOA! Thanks, noise canceling headphones for teaching me something new every day. I guess this is what Pauline Oliveros calls “deep listening.”
“Prelude to 110 or 220/Women of the World” by Jim O’Rourke; from Eureka (1999).
Uplifting as hell and unnerving…kind of like all gospel music.
“Leyendecker” by Battles; from Mirrored (2007).
For when you’re chopping sunchokes and apples in the East Village and making declarations like, “Obviously I’m over it. Clearly.”
Quoth one of the commenters on this video, “Maybe it’s just because I’m on MDMA, but this is just…fresh. And beautiful!”
“Swastika Girls” by Robert Fripp & Brian Eno; from No Pussyfooting (1973).
Whenever you put this at the tail end of an insanely good mix CD, you’re sure that the recipient [of your bricolage genius] will GROAN under the weight of this 19 minute song. But trust me. You won’t be able to hear the subway emergency exit door alarm over this one. Because you use the turnstiles and stay to the right. Because you are civic-minded.
“Eden” by Talk Talk; from Spirit of Eden (1988)
A song for when you’re enjoying wallowing in a healthy dash of melancholia, but you also kind of want to be spiritually uplifted.
Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 32 in C minor, Op. 111 (1821-1822)
This piece is built for the coldest walk through Brooklyn. Ever. But you’re wearing a dress and you’re walking alone, but nobody will bother you because this song is so fucking metal.
“Bad Penny” by Big Black; from Songs about Fucking (1987)
This is great when you’re feeling agro-pouty, which I often do. Subway jerks, you make me do this!
Finally caved & bought noise canceling headphones. Do your worst, New York City! Bring on your subway preachers, aggressive hobos, and gaggles of loud youths! I AM PROVOKING YOU!
December 27, 2010 at 8:40pm via Mobile Web
