Paul Brady- Lakes of Pontchartrain

I’ve always wanted to visit Louisiana.

Irish super fox Paul Brady, ladies and gentlemen. I don’t know what he’s been up to recently* but this is nice for a Sunday trad.

* I assume he’s beating the shit out of the forces of occupation with Arthur McBride.

A Boy and His Dog is a piece of cinematic aggression.

The whole goddamned movie is on Youtube.

Something possessed me to re-watch this bizarre 1975 cult classic in the wee hours this morning, and I feel like I need to say something about this oeuvre.

Basically, this is the third time I’ve watched this movie, and my experience has gone something like this:

1st time- “Wow, this movie is crazy as fuck, and makes me really rather uncomfortable. “

2nd time- “Okay, I mean, budget-wise I’m pretty sure they had like one, maybe two hobo benefactors, and maybe a really sad yard sale, but credit where credit’s due. They made do with the money they had, and there’s actually something to this.”

3rd time- “This movie is a trenchant critique of the human condition laid bare in societal collapse. Every criticism you have of this film exposes only your ignorance.”

Seriously, you’re missing out on this weird af movie, so definitely consider it the next time you don’t mind watching something a little more, uh, difficult. According to The Portalist the short story on which the film was based also served as muse to the creators of the Fallout franchise. As we all know, Fallout is trill as hell, therefore, trillness by association.*

*I speak with some authority on the subject. I wrote this sentence on the couch while eating Barbecue Pringles at seven in the morning. I know cool. This is success.

Blind Pilot- Packed Powder

From the Portland band’s 2016 album And Then Like Lions

I started working at the second hand
I thought it would make me more colorful
I saw the world as a stitch and patch
I saw the sky as torn grey wool

I started working as a dime store clerk
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first
My only dreams were in fluorescent light
My only goal was to forget what I was worth

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

I started working as a tour guide
I thought it would make me believe my own words
Every patient thought just passed me by
Every truth I said sounded just absurd

I started working at a small town church
I thought it would make me a better man
They said the sins I had would fly away
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn


Also, here is a link to a live studio recording of the same song recorded live in studio on KCRW (via

Teddy Swims- “Let Me Love You”

Here are my instant three favorite things about this man:

1) Those dangles- omg I was thinking about dangles the other day and how I might not live to see them work on men as a legit trend. I still don’t think I will, but only because most people don’t look like this guy, who totally pulls it out and pulls it off.*

2) That fabric he is wearing is a must, and I don’t have it, and I am upset.

3) That beard- so lushly textural, and the colors… A van Gogh.

Now that that’s out of the way-

Look, I’m going to be upfront with you: R&B is only appropriate in the bedroom when you’re fucking. At the time I listened to this, however, I was eating dill pickle chips on a chaise. But all that changed.

So I was going to leave the post right there and walk away, but really all I was going to say was that I ended up eating a package of ‘smores Poptarts, and it was perfect in every way: spiritually, emotionally, conversationally… It would have been just another evening,for the two of us, but thanks to Mr Swims, tonight, well, tonight was our night.

*You’re welcome.

Jane Fonda Thanks BAFTA for Britannia Award During Arrest

Ms. Fonda accepting zero bullshit from the Man.

So I think we all understand that Jane Fonda is a world treasure and can do whatever she wants, and does.

I also read that she’s the only person to ever be named a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It’s just wherever she is.

Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit- If We Were Vampires

If you listen to the song and decide you like Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit then you should check out their absolutely charming Tiny Desk concert which you can watch to completion* using this link:

Every song in this set is wonderful.

Here’s a link to If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit on Amazon Music:

*I’m going to leave that.

It’s 25 Days ’til Halloween! Get your Costume Handled.

Someone on Friday asked me if I was “doing” Halloween this year, and at first I was like, “How dare you ask about my religion? But also, I think we both know Halloween does me. And it brings me chocolate, like a gentleman.

More importantly, though, I realized I needed to make sure I don’t do what I do every Halloween: procrastinate.

We have 25 days until Halloween, people. Don’t do what we both know you’re going to do: wait ’til the last minute. You’re going to end up “going as yourself,” or rehashing last year’s costume. So here’s your Toastmaster’s “the end is nigh” card. No excuses. Get at it. It will be so worth it when you show up to the party and dazzle the whole sail barge in a kick-ass Jabba costume, tail swish on fleek.

Also, if you’re one of those people who thinks it’s stupid that adults dress up for Halloween: I already dress up in a costume five days a week for another grown-ass adult who says if I don’t then I can’t have any money. Dignity is a slippery fucking slope my friend.

Seriously, curmudgeonly one, let us have this one thing, please.

Costumes this year? I have a cloak, a white poofy shirt, brown trousers on their last legs, and a leaf of lorien pin. Sooooo I guess we know where this is heading

*Also that pants on their last legs pun was totally unintentional but totally staying.