April 2009
19 posts
things I learned while reading BUTT
Juke House (n) 1. a cheap roadhouse; 2. a brothel; 3. a type of Chicago House which started being recognised in its own right from around 1992 onwards. It features minimal 808 and 909 drum machine-driven tracks, and sometimes sexually explicit lyrics.
after kaplan, the flood.
roundup: Finke, David Carr, Memo Pad chime in; the consensus is that the paper will suffer, and Kaplan should land at CondeNast Traveler, or, even more tantalizing, as Joanne Lippman’s replacement at Portfolio. Gawker quotes Kaplan’s credo, “attitude is cheap, reporting is expensive,” which I guess is more dignified than Kurt Andersen’s old motto, “never curb your tendency to aphorize.” On the serious though- the Observer’s always been my favorite newspaper. I’ve def. noticed more celebutante stories since Kushner took over, but for each one of those, there are still Jonathan Lius or things like Warren St. John’s 1998 profile of Steve Florio. what happens next? zombie Observer?
“You need more/Than the Gerhard Richter hangin’ on your wall/A chauffeur-driven limousine on call/To drive your wife and lover to a white tie ball”
—Who writes lyrics like this??? The pet shop boys, name-dropping german abstract painters in Yes, my current obsession.
Listen
All of the Pet Shop Boys’ Yes album is great, but “More than a dream” in particular is pure brain-sparkle.
Play
“If it flies, floats or fucks, rent - don’t buy”
—Madonna
Nan Goldin is Broke, Single →
telegraph.co.uk
“We were passionate about finding other people like us in the world then,” she says, childlike in her nostalgia, “and we didn’t go on the internet to find them.”
“While clearly smart, Arthur is not especially intellectual. For what it’s worth, he is a Star Trek fan.”
—LOL. (although, for what it’s worth, these 11,000 words do actually sound like catty junior high school notes.)
