And, on the theme of war, the new video for No One Does It Like You, by the Department of Eagles (h/t to Bridge for passing along).
Category Archives: Music
Department of Eagles
02-Apr-09Dang, Rethinking Sex is Heavy
05-Mar-09Am writing from Philadelphia, where I’m attending the Rethinking Sex conference. It’s a real who’s-who of queer studies people, and my brain is pretty mushy after a long day of concentrated rethinking. A few observations: I am more sociological in my approach to questions than I realize; the UPenn campus is kinda dumpy, which surprised [...]
PSA
02-Jan-09We interrupt this blog briefly to bring you this other blog: dearjuliedavidandted.
Teenage Medusa
19-Dec-08A little sample from last night.
Busy Clippers
17-Dec-08David is in London, so in honor of the occasion, some classic Moz below. Speaking of London, and music, my band will be there beginning of January as part of the Dissertation, What Dissertation? Tour, so if you’re British, come say hi. In addition to the home of the brash, outrageous and free, over the [...]
David and I took a pie-baking class at the Brooklyn Kitchen. It was pretty much totally awesome. Today I thought I’d lost my pie on the subway, which would have sucked, but then I found it in my apartment. I tried to get some ice cream to go with it, and had agreed with myself [...]
That’s Morning Time, Before We Got There
14-Oct-08For people in New York, I have been meaning to say: Make sure you go see my friend Matt Wolf’s documentary about musician Arthur Russell, Wild Combination. It has been held over again at the IFC Center so you still have time. It is a beautiful and moving and sweet and smart look at Russell’s [...]
In the City of Angels
22-Sep-08Arrived in my old west coast stomping grounds yesterday afternoon for a few days of research meetings and catching up with peeps before heading to CR10 and Seattle. Hung out poolside with Jackie, a friend from the greater Dade County area who’s out here cutting dialogue with the stars. We compared Coachella message boards with [...]
I’ve been enjoying this song by Andrew Bird called Tables and Chairs. It’s a nice corrective to the kind of ascetic-activist denial-of-fun to which I and some of my political co-conspirators can be prone. (Who said that thing about if I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution?) The song ends: [...]