While using a *super duper glue gun* to repair a chair’s loose arm rest, the dang gun got clogged. So like any other DIY genius, I peered into the gun’s eyes with great determination to unclog it … When lo and behold the gun went off and shot some major glue into my eyes! My knee jerk reaction to place hands over my eyes only made matters worse as my hands got stuck to my head. Dialed 911 with my toes and to this day I will never live down the nickname “Ole Glue Eyes.
So much goodness on one page.
Not many people know this, but I was on FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS! (My character was cut for being too annoying…) Anyway, here are some of my scenes. So fun to work with CONNIE BRITTON!
So glad you found your lip glosses.
West is the only artist today capable of inspiring such comparisons, much as he’s the only artist today capable of inspiring ramblingly speculative think-pieces by virtue of a two-word tweet. And therein, perhaps, lies the point: No matter what June Eighteen ends up being, it’s already provided its own dark twisted fantasy, the promise of music we’ve yet to imagine.
This article is full of so much goodness: “The effect is breathtaking, an entire track stopping for an instant to open into some yawning chasm of beauty, like the bridge of “God Only Knows” or the last verse of “A Day in the Life” except not really like either of those things, at all. It is a moment that is unmistakably and purely Kanye West, while not “of” him in the slightest: The verse is Raekwon’s, the backdrop all session players and Pro Tools, and yet there remains a powerful organic feel wrought by West’s own musical vision.”
COME ON JUNE
Appreciating the Underappreciated Hotties Aboard CapMetro
A correspondent for Jimmy Kimmel asked Coachella goers about bands that don’t exist, and I for one am so pumped for Get The Fuck Out Of My Pool. They put on a great show.
I love Coochella and The Chelsea Clintons!
“Did you know that Coachella is actually the American Indian word for ‘dumb white guy’?”
<Sorry, still catching up on my internets>
Everything is moving so fast, so I’m not sure how to explain what’s happening. I recently half-seriously told someone I want to be an “internet caterpillar” when I get back, not an internet butterfly. But I feel like the metamorphosis is happening without my consent. I guess I should get some sleep.
Catching up on vacation backlog.
Source: SoundCloud / Interscope Records