chris on June 07 2013
Like you don't need anyones permission to love man. Like noone can tell you who or who you like can't love man. The only one who can give you permission to love is like God man, and he gave it to you the day you were born man. Like yeah. Heavy.
chris on June 06 2013
So the Chicago Sun Times fires all of their photography staff and just tells the journalists to snap off some iPhone pics instead. Quite possibly one of the dumbest things I've heard in a while. I want to punch myself in the face because of the state of things.
Alex on June 05 2013
Gabe Wax submitted his music to LAR November of 2011 (you can find him by searching the site for Carroll), since then I've been an admirer of his work. There's no doubt in my mind Gabe Wax will unveil an LP someday and become a household name. Keep up the good work, brother.
In other news: I was just riding the L train (standing holding the pole because somehow I justify that as "exercise."), I noticed an odd character sitting there holding a magazine to her face. For those of you who commute in NYC on public transportation you're quite familiar with the fact that every train ride you see something pretty weird. Just as I brushed her off as just another odd character on my commute the doors began to close on the train - Odd bird ran full speed into my arm holding the pole and clothes lined the shit out of herself.. she crawled to the door to keep it open. I proceeded to watch the door close on her twice before it dawned on me to help her and hold the doors open. She finally exits the train with, which what some people would consider, the least graceful train dismount since the birth of the MTA. at this point everyone on the train is looking at me like "wtf, bro??" I then proceed to say to myself "What the fuck just happened?" but my music was playing so loud in my ear buds I'm pretty sure it came out as "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!" Just another day in Brooklyn...
Alex on May 30 2013
I was watching a bird the other day in Brooklyn (cool story, bro). He would fly from tree to tree but every time he flew he made this high pitched noise. It got me thinking that maybe he needs to make that noise every time he flies... can you imagine the burden? What if every time you walked you needed to hum, then when you ran you had to scream at the top of your lungs - what a bummer. I feel like I would find myself wondering if I'm hearing a group of ambulances in the distance or a track meet.