There’s a lotta curse words this week, which can only mean one thing: the curatorial potency of Far Out vs. Hot Dang is at its ZENITH. Until next week, when we’ll come back and drop some more D.C. knowledge on you.
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Blonde Redhead, Pantha du Prince at the 9:30 club |
Doom metal becomes sexy, and not necessarily because of the girl |
“When you talk to them, they don’t have a great recollection about what they heard” |
Alan Zilberman: “Ratings for Walking Dead premiere twice that of Mad Men Finale. Unsurprising, as zombie fans are the type to spend Halloween at home”
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“the film remains one of the most accurate cinematic depictions of how the mind transforms reality into memories” |
“simple cross-dressing was extremely illegal” |
5,332 vintage words about Roky Erickson |
“They’re like vintage hipster shit before the masses hated hipster shit, or even knew what hipster shit was.” |
“Frank’s sister, Theresa, started preparing the piglet practically from birth” |
the Zoo fucking ROCKS |
Andrew Noz: “not even joking you guys i am going to move my blog to a photocopied zine and that shit will never experience technical difficulties.”
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Reminder: Frozen turkeys and hot fryer oil don’t mix |
GIANT FACE |
YANNI |
Zanzibar essentially vanishes |
A brief history of Kennedy Center nudity |
“The beat continues as the visual quickly cuts to a white man’s legs moving to and fro below, performing the same action.” |
Enough with the Dougie, do the Vince Gray
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“He’s also much nicer than you might expect an Objectivist to be, but that could be because you have silly expectations.” |
Even an Objectivist can get with this |