Bad Brains, 1979
So how long until Jack White outright says the words “I was born in the wrong generation” because legitimately complaining that “nobody uses microphones with cords anymore” is starting to get dangerously close
after enough years he just turns into a 45.
The man is a breath away from starting each sentence with “back in my day”
foofighters have announced their presence and we’ve been uncharacteristically chill about the whole thing. Surely this calls for a neighbourhood barbecue. A basket of Guinness with a little bow on it. Jogging back and forth past their house in shorts. Something.
New Orleans funerals with music, though.
We talk about wanting to celebrate a person’s life but our ceremonies are so sombre, and meanwhile, they parade you through the streets with a band to let people know how much they thought of you. That really says respect to me - “yeah, this guy was awesome so this is his party”.
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
I BELIEVE IN A GOD THAT CAN DANCE | a 90s dance party playlist (listen)
For nights with your Munster shoes and your day-glo work jackets.
Some observations from visiting a Stella McCartney store in Vegas:
THE BEATLES - Facing the wall in Cleveland - 1965
Do you wonder if people in the times of the classical composers were so elitist towards each other as some are now?
"I’m willing to wager that you have heard but one of his movements, imposter patron.”
I always thought technology was supposed to get smaller but now it’s as though they’ve realised they got too small so now they’re going biggerI remember the point when got so out-of-hand that they started talking about implanting phones in people, and now researchers have got a brain-computer interface that lets people communicate telepathically.