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Have you guys obsessed over seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s cover of R.Kelly’s Ignition? If not, enjoy.
I lust after that man, for real.
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“Here’s what I love about Dylan: He was exactly as you’d expect he would be. He wouldn’t come to the rehearsal; usually, all these guys are practicing before the set in the evening. He didn’t want to take a picture with me; usually all the talent is dying to take a picture with me and Michelle before the show, but he didn’t show up to that. He came in and played “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” A beautiful rendition. The guy is so steeped in this stuff that he can just come up with some new arrangement, and the song sounds completely different. Finishes the song, steps off the stage — I’m sitting right in the front row — comes up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little grin, and then leaves. And that was it — then he left. That was our only interaction with him. And I thought: That’s how you want Bob Dylan, right? You don’t want him to be all cheesin’ and grinnin’ with you. You want him to be a little skeptical about the whole enterprise. So that was a real treat.”
- President Barack Obama
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I saw Bob Dylan live at the Metro Center four years ago. We had horrible seats. My camera was confiscated. I had to put up with my best friend’s douche (now ex) boyfriend and his equally douche-y friends. We had beer dumped on us from the group behind us. I had a dream about the apartment I stayed at flooding (I kid you not).
It was worth every.effing.second.
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Fuck it…I watched The X Factor tonight. So what? I dare you to listen to this song and judge me.
Grace Potter has been on my radar for a couple years now. Apologies and Ah Mary are listed under Favorites on le ipod.
Paris (Ooh La La) shall be joining ASA-FUCKING-P.
you smoke too much
and i’m such a lush
together we’re quite the disgrace
but you’ve got that innocent, motherly touch
and i’ve got that rosy-cheeked face
so we fill up on whiskey
we fill up on wine
we fill up on cinnamon hearts
and when we were done, we took our tingly tongues
and licked all our favorite parts
I’ve posted about my love for Tom Hardy before. Throw in some angst and the above song? Well, that’s what I like to call the holy effing trinity of a good time.
Or you could just go and watch Warrior.
I’ll be here. Listenting to this song. On repeat.
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Feeling some major love for this Denver trio. Pretty sure their my Colorado soulmates. It also doesn’t hurt that Jeremiah Fraites (on tambourine) is sending out some major Ben Foster vibes…and I have been in serious Foster fangirl mode the past month.
Truth.
Wicked Games (The weeknd cover) - Cœur de Pirate
Just let me motherfucking love you.
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Sex in the afternoon.
I’m feeling equal parts horror and guilty pleasure. And shock. How did I not know this existed? Lindsay, you are a hot mess. Key word: hot. But yeah…also a mess.
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