Dig it (Prabal Gurung via Racked).
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
For the second year in a row, I survived. In fact, I did it many better and had a truly amazing night. The Monday after it was surprisingly mild (in like a lamb?) and I walked all around, on my favourite streets, and even the ones I used to fear. I walked past that Room where so many things first happened between us. I shrugged and went to the bookstore. It was fine. Later still I texted B. and we went out to eat a little bit. He suggested the place from earlier that day and I shrugged and met him there. We laughed a lot and the music was old and new. I wasn’t defensive or scared. I know there was a test at some point just as well as I know that I passed.
If I don’t see something like this in a rap video in 2012, I will be tremendously disappointed. Rick Ross has a penchant for the grandiose and dark, and he already wears a replica of his own face around his neck, so I’m looking at him.
I remember the exact moment I first saw this. (And cried.)
still the best version of this song, and it was the first time anyone heard it.
I guess it mostly, specifically makes me feel like life as I know it is over. (In other news, I’d make/have made an utterly abysmal music critic.)
Hey Girl …
It hurt to watch every bit as much as I expected. She’s absolutely stunning; her combination of explosive anger and complete frailty - Coexisting! Together! At once! Fincher is a fucking master - made me hold my breath for a long time. (And I hid behind my coat for most of the violence, but that’s just par for the course.)