BOWIE! SWINTON!
My Tumblr stream has pretty much died of fannish glee over this, and are all posting from the Great Beyond.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
BOWIE! SWINTON!
My Tumblr stream has pretty much died of fannish glee over this, and are all posting from the Great Beyond.
That was gorgeous. Tilda Swinton just can't actually be real.
She's not. SWINTON is an alien goddess who has decided to walk amongst us mere mortals.
I just want to stand next to her and, like, touch the hem of her cloak.
Now on the radio -- Jack Webb's version of "Try a Little Tenderness." It's better than it has any right to be. Possibly because Webb (1) doesn't try to sing and (b) adopts a conversational tone that has nothing in common with what many people do when "reciting poetry."
Now up -- the Trashmen's follow-up to "Surfin' Bird," "Bird Dance Beat." Proof that you can make lightning strike once, but not twice.
Alyssa Milano's career as a Japanese teen pop idol.
How very Robin Sparkles of her!
I'm such a champion skipper and skimmer - I can't even tell which thread I'm in.
Wrong thread?