After watching this, I am definitely going to read Fifty Shades of Grey. And when my book is published, I pray that I get a book trailer as quality as this one.
(via katespencer)
After watching this, I am definitely going to read Fifty Shades of Grey. And when my book is published, I pray that I get a book trailer as quality as this one.
(via katespencer)
Third letter down. RIP MCA, you perpetually irreverent inspiration. Today New York City has lost a crucial member of its musical elite.
This is a really good essay by Amanda Petrusich about the ways Instagram lets users “age” their digital camera phone shots with filters that mimic the look of various analog photo printing effects. I totally understand why people would look at this and think “ugh, too easy, cheap nostalgia,” etc. I am not a photographer anymore, but I have a degree in photography from Parsons School of Design, and I finished the program just as digital was being introduced to the curriculum, so I have a lot of first-hand experience with printing photographs. I could easily play the snob card here, but I can’t – though I really loved the printing side of photography and enjoyed the analog aspects of the craft that allowed for happy unrepeatable accidents that could yield great effects and unique objects, I just can’t get mad at people using Instagram or Photoshop to simulate these effects.
This is why: I just can’t see the difference between these automatic filters and effects pedals for guitars and other instruments. Effects pedals - particularly digital effects pedals – do more or less the same thing, and simulate analog sounds that could be achieved in homemade ways, like with the flanger effect. I am very pro-effects pedals in music, and don’t think anyone is wrong to use these shortcuts. The really good artists usually get creative with the pedals anyway, combining them in interesting ways or modifying them to get a precise signature sound.
Instagram gives its users the same freedom to juice up otherwise bland or ugly camera phone photos in the same way entry-level Danelectro pedals can make blah, mediocre chords played on a cheap guitar with unremarkable tone sound a bit better than it would otherwise. The problem with Instragram isn’t that it propagates cheap nostalgia but that it doesn’t yet offer users the fine control to adjust and mutate its out-of-the-box effects. I mean, yeah, you can do that stuff in Photoshop and other digital photo programs, but not in this particular mass-market app.Very good points here. But I imagine a guitar pedal that made your guitar sound like a 78 recording of Django Reinhardt. And imagine if most “guitar music” started sounding like Django Reinhardt because we collectively agreed that there is something special and warm about that old-timey sound so we wanted as much of it in our lives as possible. I think that’s the danger of Instagram. Not saying it can’t be used in creative ways too.
This is completely incorrect. I studied photography too. I enjoy effects pedals too. But comparing instagram with a woogy-woogy board is totally nonsense.
Instagram is an easy way out. There is no futzing with the finish product once you’ve posted it. But when you’re playing on-stage and the ball of your foot is just… testing the pedal, resting on it, and then forcing it to play along, no, that is a momentary, very present way of interacting which instagram does NOT do.
Don’t let’s ourselves be confused.
Being poor. (Nope, never.)
And not having indulgent parents. (Huh-uh.)
And ever worrying about being forced to work at McDonalds. Because actually if she did work there, she’d probably get a good essay for that “meh”-moir of hers.
I’ll give her that she probably does know something about crappy sex with jerk actors. Every woman does. But the other one? The one with the boyfriend who is so affectionate he “has a vagina” and therefore she doesn’t want him any more?
Well, that one’s actually just out-grown him. He doesn’t have a vagina. He’s still in puppy love stage and she’s just not attracted to that any more. She wants adult sex. Not earnest, gentle sex. Good for her.
Katie Roiphe, the asshole troll that she is, wrote a piece this week that ponders why women want to be spanked and brings up a moment in Girls when the girl with the boring boyfriend is attracted to an arrogant artist who comes onto her by saying, “When we have sex, I’ll scare you. Because I’m a man.”
If some guy said that to me and depending on my level of physical attraction to this man, I would be LOLOLOL-ing in my head as I purred out, “Try me.”
Tanlines @boweryballroom. Delicious. (Taken with instagram)
Jack White is beyond.
He’s weird, loves vinyl, and lies to reporters. Oh, and most certainly rocks with his cock out.
Read this article right now.
Cute dogs listening to sad songs
Tiny guy in red hoodie must have recently had his tiny heart broke. :(
Wait, so we’re all getting up in arms about Tucker Max donating half a million dollars to Planned Parenthood now?
I mean.
Just because he was a self-proclaimed asshole? Take it where you can get it non-profits. This is BS because people are upset just because it sounds like he’s saying that girls should be able to get abortions when he impregnates them from no condom drunk sex like there’s something wrong with that.
FUCK THAT.
Yes, that’s what part of abortions are. They’re things you need when you’re 19 and thinking that Tucker Max is the second cumming (NO FUCKING PUN INTENDED.) but when you’ve rid yourself of your mini-Tucker you’ll feel a fuck-sight better when you’re 27 and you couldn’t have even thought of raising that kid/bastard. So come on. Let’s be real. Take the donation. Even if he’s being ironic, which I don’t think he is. He’s just looking for publicity which is exactly what you’re giving him.
Cloud Nothings @theglasslands. No set list. (Taken with instagram)
Mr. Dream at Merc Lounge. Could be louder. (Taken with instagram)