yerdarlingdaily

yerdarlingdaily:

Los York’sAbrázame Baby (1967)

Demented garage from Peruvian psych-rockers Los Yorks. The lead singer, Pablo Luna, has a delightful meltdown on this tune, and the band just falls to pieces behind him.

This is actually a reworking of the Rolling Stones’ 1965 version of ‘Mercy Mercy,’ which was in turn a track originally written and performed in 1964 by soul/R&B singer Don Covay and the Goodtimers, with sublime guitar backing by a very young Jimi Hendrix.

To really bring things full circle, my favorite audio weirdos Lucky Dragons sampled the Don Covay version on their tooth-chattering 2002 track ‘Mercy.’ Oh, the journeys a song makes…

This and other Los York’s tracks at the definitive library of garage, Garage Hangover.

mlc:

To celebrate my triumphant return to blogging, I thought I’d link to this ThoughtCatalog article I wrote about vetting potential significant others before officially beginning to date them. It was written in the fun spirit of a Katherine Heigl movie plot. Leave it to internet people to miss the irony completely and comment it to death. What writing for free lacks in monetary compensation it most certainly makes up for in volume of insults received. 

mlc:

To celebrate my triumphant return to blogging, I thought I’d link to this ThoughtCatalog article I wrote about vetting potential significant others before officially beginning to date them. It was written in the fun spirit of a Katherine Heigl movie plot. Leave it to internet people to miss the irony completely and comment it to death. What writing for free lacks in monetary compensation it most certainly makes up for in volume of insults received. 

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scissorsandthread:

Garlic Parmesan Pull-Apart | The Pastry Affair
For me, eating is a social thing. We always ate as a family when I was younger, I catch up with family and friends over dinner or lunch or snacks! I love sitting around a table, enjoying good food and good company. And this pull-apart is perfect for sharing. Ever wish you could just reach through your computer and grab food?! Especially with that marinara sauce. Mmm. The Pastry Affair is an amazing blog - check it out, you won’t be disappointed.

scissorsandthread:

Garlic Parmesan Pull-Apart | The Pastry Affair

For me, eating is a social thing. We always ate as a family when I was younger, I catch up with family and friends over dinner or lunch or snacks! I love sitting around a table, enjoying good food and good company. And this pull-apart is perfect for sharing. Ever wish you could just reach through your computer and grab food?! Especially with that marinara sauce. Mmm. The Pastry Affair is an amazing blog - check it out, you won’t be disappointed.

wearejournalists
wearejournalists:

   I became a writer because I loved to write. When I was a kid I loved to sit in my room alone and write stories. Loved to write in my head and figure out cool ways to describe the minutiae of my daily existence. Loved writing letters to friends, even ones who lived across the street. Loved the essay tests that other kids hated. When I got to college I realized people who mattered thought I was a good writer. And I figured out that newspaper writers got to write about lots of different stuff. If I became I journalist I wouldn’t have to choose just one of my passions. Theater, science, pop culture, music, politics, books – if I wrote for newspapers I could be part of all those worlds, not just one. But after 35 year of writing about those things I realize that I have never been part of those worlds at all; I have merely observed them from arm’s-length. I have studied postcards of exotic cities but have never walked their streets, have peered through windows at parties I longed to attend. And because I freelance, and work at home, I am not even a part of the journalism world. Journalism has given me a Prufrockian life, devoid of consequence, and at age 60 I’m probably not going to change it. But the worst thing is that the grind of writing on deadline every day for decades has led me to despise writing. What had been my liberating joy is now the most onerous of chores.
I am a freelance writer. It is the most profound regret of my life.

Wow.

wearejournalists:

   I became a writer because I loved to write. When I was a kid I loved to sit in my room alone and write stories. Loved to write in my head and figure out cool ways to describe the minutiae of my daily existence. Loved writing letters to friends, even ones who lived across the street. Loved the essay tests that other kids hated. When I got to college I realized people who mattered thought I was a good writer. And I figured out that newspaper writers got to write about lots of different stuff. If I became I journalist I wouldn’t have to choose just one of my passions. Theater, science, pop culture, music, politics, books – if I wrote for newspapers I could be part of all those worlds, not just one. But after 35 year of writing about those things I realize that I have never been part of those worlds at all; I have merely observed them from arm’s-length. I have studied postcards of exotic cities but have never walked their streets, have peered through windows at parties I longed to attend. And because I freelance, and work at home, I am not even a part of the journalism world. Journalism has given me a Prufrockian life, devoid of consequence, and at age 60 I’m probably not going to change it. But the worst thing is that the grind of writing on deadline every day for decades has led me to despise writing. What had been my liberating joy is now the most onerous of chores.

I am a freelance writer. It is the most profound regret of my life.

Wow.

balian

balian:

This is my favorite movie at the moment. 

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