All I remember about last NYE was that Brendan did the Single Ladies dance and Ivan played the Seinfeld theme song at midnight. Other than that it was a wash, but the best thing about New Year's ( I guess) is that there is always another one! Tonight I shall tip my champs to another year past, and be thankful for the great friends that I have.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Thank you for reading my rants and obsessions and commenting and emailing and being completely better than best. I resolve to still be a weirdo in 2010, if you resolve to still be awesome. Deal? Deal.
So...what's your resolution? Tell me! Lemme live vicariously through you.
One more day and then this strangest year of all years is over.
So without futher ado, and in no particular order, my favorite favorite super favorite songs of 2009. A short list of the songs that got major play in my brainspace in the past 365- at least the ones that were new this year...I can't put Steve Miller's Serenade or The Breeder's Divine Hammer on this list, no matter how many times I've played them (and played them, and played them, and played them...)
If you have been playing along at home- all of these have been featured, and most likely hyperbolically exclaimed over, on this very blog. Enjoy.
KID CUDIDay N' Nite (Crookers Remix)
I listened to this song through almost the entirety of June, maybe exclusively. This REMIX is the realdeal dope version of this song, with the 90s danceparty breakdown in it. Glowsticks vibe. It makes me think of perfect summer and Portland and happy days spent alone riding my bike nowhere. (lonely stoner?). It reminds me of the Vision Quest and Kat & Jillyballs & Cube & Kevin. It's my summer (I miss it).
GIRLSLust for Life
Speaking of sunny days...This was another song I played all summer long. Christopher Owens is the perfect representation of all the boys I dreamed of when I was 14; a River Phoenix/Evan Dando/Dave Pirner lovechild in floral leggings and flippy hair. sighz. I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine.
YACHTPsychic City (Voodoo City)
Yacht makes me think of BDonns and our college dorm commune with Marisa in Portland in August..and Claire showing me some of the absolute best thrifting in the USA..if you don't mind the meth-y vibes. I also content that they are one of the best live shows you ever will see..ayayayayah
BEAR IN HEAVENLovesick Teenagers
The title alone kills me. Lately I walk around the city with this blasting on my headphones. It makes the artcic winds here way more easy to tolerate.
DAS RACISTCombination Piza Hut & Taco Bell
Hey, it's my blog. I love this fucking jam. Jamaica Avenue whatwhat.
THE PAINS OF BEING PURE AT HEARTEverything With You
How do you not love the Pains?!? Do you have a black heart? Do you not long to have the happy ending in the John Hughes movie, ever? It should also be noted that I went to see them play at Mercury Lounge in February wearing my DIYd Lady Gaga hairbow made out of hair that matches my hair and so this song makes me think of that; hopping around with that ridiculous thing on my head. This song makes me happy.
CASS MCCOMBSDreams Come True Girl
I mean. Come on. This one may be non-dude friendly, who cares. Did you get a mixtape with this on it this summer? I did. You didn't? I am truly sorry for you. Listen to it in the dark.
SLEIGH BELLSCrown on the Ground
My deep love for this band has been well documented on this blog, and my facebook and my twitter and Street Carnage and the New York fucking Times. ...I think you know how I feel. This song makes me want to rage in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE.
LADY GAGABad Romance
When she sings I DONT WANNA BE FWIENDDDDSSSSSSSS...I die a little from hilarious true love. I need to meet her in 2010 or die tryin.
NEON INDIANShould Have Taken Acid WIth You
Sometimes I see parts of my life in my head like a weird movie...this is part of the soundtrack of the 2nd half of 2009, for sure. I think it's a pretty sweet sentiment, really. But then again I am slightly demented.
ANIMAL COLLECTIVE In the Flowers
I have never been an Animal Collective fan but this album totally seduced me from the first listen...Merriwether Post Pavilion came out this year during a seriously dark notgood actually horrible period in my life (omg, I like, totally have those) and I think I listened to this record a thousand times. I remember walking home from the train at 5 AM in a snowstorm after another night of weird fights and crying with this on my headphones and feeling like maybe this should be the only song I ever listen to ever again. I still feel that way...but this song makes me happy now. It's hopeful, right? I still have a bit of a fucked up pavlovian resonse to this album tho, it totally makes me tear up at inappropriate times WHOOPS.
Other faves on megrepeat this year: BANG BANG ECHE Fist Full of Dollars CITY WOLFWhere is My Mind (pixies cover) MIKA MIKOI Got A Lot (New New) MIIKE SNOWAnimal
Happy Birthday, Marie Antoinette ! Happy Day of the Dead, Mexico ! Happy full moon, werewolves and the criminally insane!
the face of an adult (?)
Oh and... It's my birthday, today?
How did that happen? Another year older (ew), not too sure about wiser.. (Eh, overrated.)
I can unequivocally say that the past 365 days have been unlike any other in my entire life. The biggest ups and downs and sad and happy and crazy and fun and carefree and worrisome and exciting moments of my life so far, TRUESTofFAX.
I can't decide if I am sad to see it end or relieved to put it behind me...mabes a bit of both?
Well anyway. Here's to SCORPIOS, the sexy assholes of the zodiac. I intend to have a pretty good day.
i am SO BEHIND. so so so very blogbehind. this FASHION WEEK we speak of, it's all a whirlwind of people and flashes and smalltalk and taxis and derek blasberg obsessively tweeting tavi's every move (does someone have a crush?)
i am gonna try to stick to chronology but time may get a tad ELASTIC on here in the days to come, bear with me please.
lets start with: the party, the POP party. friday night. larry gagosian's house. (when i say "house" i mean, HOUSE. elevator, sick art, amazing furniture..a swimming pool wth a clear plastic cover that coubled as dancefloor? NO BIG DEAL)
i, of course, danced most of the time? and didn't really take pictures?
me & laia, wine wine wine
i met gwen stefani and her huband BUSH. they look exactly like papparazzi photos of them; quite attractive. bjork was there and sofia coppola and proenzas and like, everyone? i met MARYKATE which was sorta epic.
covergirl in rodarte
i tried to work up the courage all night to say something ANYTHING to olivier zahm, but i chickened out. and he was too busy dancing with daphne guinness ANYWAYS.
laia's boots
once my I R L friend alex "new haircut" hawgood showed up i was a crazed out dance machine. alex even got tavi out on the floor and totally made her kick out the jams.
alex. yohji anorak, ok? don't worry about it.
the amount of art in this house made my heart happy and hurt at the same time. so much goodness on every wall. the room we checked our COATS in was full of like, 30 warhols. amaze.
kate, shortstack, father of shortstack
laia & i stayed laaaaaaaate late with our POPgal becks and larry himself. talkin music and 90s. you know why i loved larry gagosian? BECAUSE LARRY GAGOSIAN LOVES THE 90S. to quote him: "i love the 90s. they were just like the 70s but with tons of cash" and i died.
