The Lonely Island, “YOLO feat. Adam Levine and Kendrick Lamar”
This concept starts out at its maximum and then proceeds to get crazier for the following four minutes. I don’t know how they do it, but if I reach for my microfleece blankie tonight, I hope YOLO warns me away…
I now have a computer capable of running Spotify, so I’ve just been popping open recent Pitchfork reviews and catching up on all the music I’ve abstained from streaming at dead-horse-speed over the past five months. Tonight was A$AP’s newest, which I had heard over the holidays (so cheerful, so seasonal), but this time homed my ear in on his rhythm— frantic and chillingly controlled. It, along with Drake’s and Kendrick’s, is at top form on this one, in which they run laps around a beat that trickles out like someone with a problem fucking.
I was thinking about this the other day. That awkward moment when a figment of your imagination yells at you for firing a gun around highly explosive materials.
Recently, Mike and I are prone to quoting this whole line whenever anyone says “WHOA!!” with simple adjustments based on what’s going on (“You are now drinking a beer, with your group of dudebros, near 400 gallons of Everclear!” “You are now petting a dog, with one little dog, near 400 joules of cute lil dogge love!”)
I don’t think the music has anything to do with the video, but the video itself is an old animated .gif that I first saw about eight years ago and I couldn’t resist throwing it up here. I was amazed at the amount of information conveyed in just black and white on a tiny .gif, and collected these types whenever they cropped up.
While I believe that the future use of drones in military (and day-to-day life!) is inevitable, we need ironclad laws to hold our government and, eventually, ourselves accountable for their use. It will not be long before drones are delivering you pizza and filming traffic jams for the nightly news, so the grey area surrounding their one current function is troubling.
I bet that it’s pretty hard to write an even-handed profile of Lindsay Lohan at this point. I know I couldn’t (bc i love her). But Rodrick manages to follow every late arrival on set with a selfless gesture, every unprovoked freak-out with a heartfelt semi-confession, and ends up revealing more about Lindsay than People has ever managed. It also helps that everyone (well, besides James Deen) comes out looking pretty shitty anyway. The Canyons viewing party, anyone? Everyone?
My dad sent this to me, and then both Coke Talk and Rob Delaney posted it, so there are my stupid two cents, dumb Brian, stupid
This song is dedicated to Wampoholic. I want you back, dawg. I want to write about music that makes me jump on my bed. I want to spread the word about tracks that elicit giggles. That’s why I’m dedicating some time to writing on this dirty dirty weblog of mine. I want u back