Monday , November 16, 2009
nogoodforme XIX: Best of 2008!
You know we had to do it: a Best of 2008! We figure everyone's going to say Tina Fey and Obama, but here are the more left-of-center things that made our year cooler than Jesus.
100.3 THE SOUND: ROCK RADIO FOR AGING GEN-X-ERS (Liz)
I've said it once before but it bears repeating now: That new L.A. station 100.3 The Sound is rock radio for mellowed-with-age Gen-X-ers, for thirtysomething non-yupsters who've lost their cool mojo and who can finally proudly admit they always thought Stone Temple Pilots were pretty okay. It's the only station that's ever on my stereo anymore; it's entirely responsible for my newfound and deeper-than-the-ocean love for Coldplay. The Sound has helped me fully embrace my mellowed-with-age-Gen-X-er-ness, and I'm rarely more content than when Elvis Costello or Joe Jackson or mid-career Tom Petty or our dear Neiler or Belly or Nirvana's playing on the radio as I scrub up the just-used dishes or balance my checkbook like the irritatingly responsible adult I'm halfway trying to be these days. Oh, and Manfred Mann's version of "For You" by Bruce Springsteen is maybe my #4 musical discovery of 2008. And, also thanks to The Sound, I'm now really desperate for a vintage R.E.M. t-shirt, preferably from sometime around Green or Out of Time, and if you somehow find and purchase one for me I will never stop loving you, I swear.
A HAT FOR ALL SEASONS (Laura Jane)
In 2008, I got really lazy. There was a time in my life (2007) when my daily routine epitomized the "get up and go" mentality, but, over the course of this year, I've gone slack. I am now the type of person who is consistently ten minutes late for work because I am unmotivated to get up from my couch, upon which I am always sitting, staring straight forward, doing abso-freakin'-lutely nothing. I have also become too lazy to shower on a regular basis, and such begins the story of How Hats Save My Life, Every Single Day.
In short: nobody can tell how dirty your hair is when you're rocking a fly chapeau. Seen below is photodocumentation of the time I showed up at the Eaton Centre photobooth with twelve dollars in change and a tote bag full of headgear.
PS: I really love being blonde because, just as I am the Mad Hatter of nogoodforme.com, Blondeness is the Hat of Hair.
ANNE HATHAWAY (Kat)
Dear Anne: You had kind of a crazy year, what with your old-school 1950s-reminiscent scandal (older con artist boyfriend? FBI?) and with your terrific performance in Rachel Getting Married. Ever since your wonderful little haiku of a performance in Brokeback Mountain where you went from a wide-eyed cowgirl to a bitter divorcee with serious 70s eye makeup, I always had a feeling you were an incredible performer. I really hope you get nominated for an Oscar this year! Everyone says you're the next Julia Roberts, but I actually think you're a way better actress than that. You should just stay your goofy, warm, endearingly uncertain yet somehow very classy self and keep making a wide range of films and not get pigeonholed into the lucrative yet dead-end romantic comedy niche. I also like how your fashion sense is still developing and that you're not this crazy fashionista, but you still look great, and I think you're the only young actress who looks consistently fantastic on the red carpet. Can you and I be friends? We can go to shows together and go shopping at Zara if you want. We can talk about the awesome female reporter role in my feature screenplay, but mostly we can kick it and talk about dating and boys. Love, Kat
AUSTRALIAN FASHION (Laura Jane)
As you should all know by now, The Royal We of nogoodforme.com is all about loving fashion and loathing The Fashion Industrial Complex (tm). We use the term FIC (tm) to encapsulate the stupid, boring, problematic garbage that unfortunately comes along with how most people think about fashion: Brands and Dollaz and Misogyny and Elitism, Oh My! As such, I generally try to think about fashion in terms of self-expression and garments and innovation rather than associating myself with any particular style-istic segment or school of thought. Never-the-lesser, in 2008, my brain has been consistently blown by the intensely awesome and truly exciting sartorial culture coming out of Australia right now. Seen below is my petite tribute to the Maximum Aussies who have rocked my world over the course of the past twelve months:
clockwise from top left: ballerina-mermaid frock by Lucette; PAM is the coolest brand ever; deconstucted-ballerina minidress from Therese Rawthorne; Frankie Magazine speaks to my soul (and they have a killer blog, too!); Nordic Flap Neckpiece from All Of Our Lives; sweet little girls' dress from Rittenhouse (the Uniqlo of Oz?); Insight Clothing knows how to make dudes look SO HOT; a pertinent Kinks lyric
BEING OUT OF TOUCH WITH POPULAR CULTURE (Laura Jane)
I've finally done it. My name is Laura Jane, I am twenty-three years old, and I have no idea what the Helter Skelter is going on in the world today. At home for the holidays, I read People magazine, and realized that I am wildly out of touch with what is going in the Realm of the Vulgar right now! I have always strived towards Total Cultural Oblivion; this year, it finally happened for me! As follows is a list of some, but not all, of the things I had no idea went down in 2008:
1) Rachel Zoe has a reality TV show.
2) Whitney from The Hills has her own reality TV show, which is different from The Hills. I don't know why, though.
3) Scarlett Johansson got married to Alanis Morrisette's ex-boyfriend (What the hell? Isn't she, like, my age?)
4) A movie called Twilight came out that people seem to really like (Okay, I'm lying: I kind of knew about this one, but I thought it was a TV show)
5) The people who starred in Twilight are famous now. They are named Kristen Stewart, Billy Burke, Elizabeth Reaser (Elizabeth Reaser is dating Chandler Bing, apparently) and Robert Pattison. Robert Pattison looks like Chuck Bass.
6) Beverly Hills Chihuahua was a major box office hit.
7) Barack Obama was elected President of the United States of America (KIDDING!)
8) Britney Spears is popular again. Her new album, Circus, topped the charts. She has a bangin' new bod.
9) OJ Simpson is going to jail?
10) Karolina Kurkova has no belly button.
BRET M. + BRET M. (Liz)
Liz Lemon and Chuck Bass are undeniably my soul twins (soul triplets?), but when it comes to soulmates, I'm really kind of torn as to who more deserves my white-hot heart: Bret from Flight of the Conchords or Bret from Rock of Love? I adore them both equally, and I've got real-life proof that each is totally nice. The best solution I can come up with is to become Bret Michaels (i.e. continue sporting long blonde hair that's not entirely the mane Mama Nature gave me, get myself a smokin' new car, focus more on hot babes, etc.) - and then date Bret McKenzie. I'd drive him up the coast to Neptune's Net, where Bret Michaels took cutie-pie Sam and some other girl I can't remember on season 1 of Rock of Love; we'd eat jumbo shrimp and onion rings and drink Budweiser with lime and hot sauce, then head across the PCH to the beach and sit on the sand tell secrets and make out and I'd tenderly respect Bret's endearing awkwardness and then he'd stay here in this house and continue to rock my world FOREVER AND EVER. What a dream.
The reason I'm telling you this has something to do with 2008 being the year I stopped watching movies so much and devoted most of my Netflix queue to TV-on-DVD - not just the shows with Bret M. and Bret M., but also the previously referenced Gossip Girl and 30 Rock, plus Weeds and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Entourage and The Hills and sometimes even super-oldies like Taxi and The Johnny Cash Show. TV kinda melts my brain a little, but in a good way. And who am I kidding? The closest I've got to a soul twin in the Gossip Girl universe is totally stupid lame-o Rufus Humphrey. UGHHH.
THE FIERY FURNACES (Laura Jane)
In 2008, those dastardly Friedberger siblings really Friedbergered the living Friedberger outta me. As a matter of fact, I have made such a weirdly big deal out of loving the Fiery Furnaces on nogoodforme.com that, when you Google image search "Matthew Friedberger", ten billion photos of ME show up, which is really insanely embarrassing for me if Matthew Friedberger ever Google image searches himself, which he probably won't, thank God.
The fact that there is a band on Earth in 2008 (and 2009, too!) making music so innovative, experimental and not entirely derivative as these two fills my little heart with joy. This year, I wrote a really cool article about Fiery Furnaces genio-brainiack-brother Matthew Friedberger (who I don't know if I've ever mentioned on this blog before), saw the Fiery Furnaces live, loved the Fiery Furnaces' killer live album Remember, and listened to the Fiery Furnaces ridiculously a lot. 2009 is going to rule because a new Fiery Furnaces long-player will most likely be released, and then I can totally Deadhead out and go see them play like fifteen billion times. The Fiery Furnaces are the best band in the world right now.
The Fiery Furnaces, "Ex-Guru" (I really like the scene with the close-ups of their eyes; it mimics the "Strawberry Fields Forever" video, which is derivative in the good way)
The Fiery Furnaces, "Benton Harbor Blues" (live) (the most honest, absorbing, and poignant non-Beatles song I've ever heard)
I don't know why this exists, but I'm happy it does:
GIRL TALK, FEED THE ANIMALS & NO AGE, NOUNS (Liz)
These be my two favorite records from 2008. No Age and Girl Talk also put on the best shows I saw this year, with the exception of that time I was totally sozzled at a bar in Texas at 2 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon and Monotonix smashed a lot of glass bottles and poured ice down their pants and it was so terrifyingly awesome. If you only buy one record from 2008, buy Nouns. If you buy two records from 2008, buy Nouns and Feed the Animals. Okay?
Now, some treats:
Girl Talk, "Play Your Part (Pt. 1)"
No Age, "Things I Did When I Was Dead"
JAMES FRANCO IN PINEAPPLE EXPRESS (Liz)
Pineapple Express was my favorite movie this year; I saw it three times in the theater, once on a plane, and I'll probably buy the DVD three or four hours after it comes out next week. And I know we're not supposed to care about useless/pointless ish like lame-o award ceremonies, but I'm psyched that James Franco got nominated for his role as the greasy pot dealer who's so goddamn adorable it should be against the law. And he's no mere piece of eye candy! Saul Silver's kind of a role model, in a way: He's good at what he does and enjoys his work, yet also has big dreams and ambitions (designing septic systems for playgrounds); he's got a solid value system in place ("safety first, then teamwork"); he's a great pal/grandson and a gentle soul but can totally throw down when need be; and - most important - he possesses a sort of joie de vivre that's woefully lacking in these troubled times of ours. I love him! I want to wear those ridiculous pants, and please won't you buy me a t-shirt with a shark eating a tiger?
JENNY LEWIS + FRIENDS (Liz)
Acid Tongue is the only 2008-released CD I actually purchased on the day it came out, in an actual record store. (Feed the Animals I bought online, and the No Age album was in my hot little hands long before its release date, cuz I'm SO SPECIAL.) I used to be this girl who always ran right out to buy new records on the day of their release, but 2008 was the year I finally fully accepted the practicality of buying music online. (Mostly it's 'cause my apartment's super small, and all those cases really do take up a considerable amount of space after a while.)
Anyway, Acid Tongue's not my favorite record in the world but "The Next Messiah" makes my hair stand on hand and the rest of the songs are pretty all right too. And Jenny Lewis maybe became my favorite "contemporary" songwriter in 2008, though that mostly has more to do with rediscovering Rilo Kiley's back catalogue than with the new album. I heart her with all my love.
P.S. These are my top 10 singles of 2008:
10. T.I., "Whatever You Like"
9. Kings of Leon, "Sex on Fire"
8. The Mae Shi, "Run to Your Grave"
7. Coldplay, "Viva La Vida"
6. MGMT, "Kids"
5. Lil Wayne, "A Milli"
4. Madonna, "4 Minutes"
3. Santogold, "Shove It" *
2. Estelle feat. Kanye West, "American Boy"
1. The Ting Tings, "That's Not My Name"
*I don't think this was released as a single, but I'm listing it anyway on account of its brilliant use in the "Ex-Files" episode of Gossip Girl.
Also: I sort of love the 8-minute-long version of "I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab, who usually make me puke. And I really dig the High Places record and everything I heard off of the new Malkmus album. And "Little Joy" is the fucking dumbest band name I've ever heard in my life - seriously.
KATE LANPHEAR (Kat)
Dear Kate: Like you, I am fond of studded everything, the color black, re-wearing my existing wardrobe in new ways and Guns 'N Roses. You seem really chill and cool, especially for a professional fashion person, and like a million other girls out there, I have a total girl-crush on you and your androgyne-cool yet sometimes kinda girly style. Can you and I be friends? Can you teach me how to walk in those crazy-fierce shoes you rock? And can I borrow your black leather studded Marc Jacobs handbag? You're awesome -- don't ever change! Unless you're gonna give me your wardrobe hand-me-downs! Then change as much as you want! Love, Kat
MAKE-BELIEVE '70s L.A. (Liz)
Sometime in mid-2008 I discovered the joy of running across Sunset Boulevard just before midnight on Sunday, buying myself a Big Gulp of Diet Coke and a package of Red Vines, then running back across the street just in time for the start of the Rodney on the Roq show. A few months before that, I read Michael Walker's Laurel Canyon: The Inside Story of Rock and Roll's Legendary Neighborhood, posted this post about it, and then Michael wrote about us on his blog and said nogoodforme was "foxy" and called me "Lady of the Canyon." Which was awesome!! And even though I'm pretty much relentlessly thrilled by all the goodness of modern living in L.A., sometimes I like to play-pretend that my city's the Los Angeles of yore, when Neiler was still living in The Canyon and/or Rodney's radio show was still all brand-spankin' new. And since I have yet to figure out how to time travel speed like Britney Spears, I have to settle for doing these make-believe games that involve buying my dish detergent and wine at the Laurel Canyon Country Store or half-drunkenly getting coffee at Canter's on weeknights when Rodney's sure to be on the scene, then going home and listening to GTOs songs I've downloaded from mp3 blogs. It's real fun. I like my life. Buy me some white leather go-go boots.
PUBLIC ENEMY PERFORMING It Takes A Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back, PITCHFORK MUSIC FESTIVAL, JULY 2008 (Kat)
Dear Chuck D of Public Enemy: I don't know what was better, listening you rip into the first line of "Bring the Noise" ("BASS! How low can you go?") after that crazy "Welcome to the Terrordome" opening, or hearing you ask "Where the fuck is Flavor Flav?" after realizing your PE co-conspirator was nowhere to be found onstage after the first number. How crazy! You guys were totally awesome, vital and as fierce as ever; you totally made my summer of 2008! Don't be a stranger, dude. Love, Kat
SANGRIA IN THE SUMMERTIME (Laura Jane)
l to r: LJ enjoying some Cosmic Sangria; The Home of Cosmic Sangria; a stock photo of sangria taken from Google image search
This summer was magical; it was a real Summer's Summer. Sunshine and a suntan and slacking and shorts, 3 months of sparkling simplicity and nothing but. This summer lasted all the way up to the first day of Complex October, and, of course, it tasted like sangria. Really: there are few things in this world lovelier than chainsmoking Benson & Hedges 100s and sharing a pitcher of sangria on a patio with a really good girlfriend. I'm grateful for how many times that happened this year.
Since I am very obviously the expert on this subject, I think it is due time to state for Thee Record that The Best Sangria In The Universe is the white variety available at Cosmic Cantina in New York City (located at 105 Third Avenue b/w 12th and 13th, next door to a really cruddy Chinese place named Friendship House or something equally redonk). Cosmic Sangria is incredibly alcoholic, and affects you really psychedelically. I at first assumed that its "acidic" properties could be attributed to the CC's blacklit bar and heavy-on-the-sixties-Frisco soundtracking, but, okay, how weird is this:
One evening (during Complex October, of course), I was sitting at the Cantina solo, nursing a glass of sang and writing a UFC update in my notebook. Midway through my drink, the muse smacked, and I scrawled frantically for a few minutes. When I looked up to take another sip, my glass was mysteriously filled all the way up to the rim. Either I was so "in it" that I failed to notice a bartender topping me off (and, if this is the case, said top-off was on the house), or Cosmic Cantina actually spikes their sangria with LSD.
Oh, 2008: What a long, strange trip you've been.
SANTOS PARTY HOUSE'S FRIDAY NIGHT PARTY WITH Q-TIP (Kat)
Dear people who run Santos Party House: You are probably at the point in the accelerated Manhattan nightlife cycle where people are officially starting to hate on you. I say pooh-pooh to these jerks. I only went a few times, but your Friday night party with Q-Tip was the most fun I had dancing in a long, long, looooong time. It was like an old-school utopian New York where there were lots of different people of all sorts and everyone is just there to get down to some music that is actually fun to dance to. You made me love New York all over again! Plus, you're in Tribeca, so you saved me from going into Brooklyn late at night and dealing with having to get back up to Morningside Heights. I like you! Don't ever change! Most importantly, try really hard to never close! I would be so bummed if you followed the fate of so many other fine institution in this heartless yet gorgeous city of ours. Love, Kat
SOME MOVIES THAT MADE ME FORGET MY INNER FILMMAKER: Let the Right One In & Tulpan (Kat)
Dear filmmakers who made these movies: I do movie things for a living and I'm in film school now, so I have this annoying cerebral thing when I pick apart a film as I watch it. It's to the point where I remember sequences shot-by-shot and then analyze them with fellow crazy film people down to the most minute detail. It's like I can't ever just watch a movie anymore! It kind of makes going to a movie with a normal person somewhat impossible. But your films wholly absorbed me to the point where I just sat there in the dark and let the experience wash all over me. You're both really different from one another, one of you being a chilly, dispassionate Swedish vampire movie and Tulpan being a sort of unruly, exuberant semi-documentary comedy-drama from Kazhakstan. You're both astonishingly different in style, tone, look and story. But you guys were one of the few films that I immediately wanted to watch again, just so I could absorb the magic of your images and the heartbreaking beauty of your performances. Tulpan, I can't wait for others to meet you when you officially come out in 2009, and Let the Right One In, well, you freaked me out. In a good way. You're both awesome and I'm glad we're friends. Love, Kat
TONS OF RECORDS THAT SAVED MUSIC FOR ME: Crystal Stilts, Alight of Night; Beach House, Devotion; the Walkmen, You & Me; Santogold, self-titled; Lil Wayne, Tha Carter III (the first leaked version); Portishead, Third; the Raveonettes, Beauty Dies (Kat)
Dear musicians that made these records: Every year I think, "This is the year that I give up on modern music," but then lo and behold, records like yours come out and make me reconsider my momentary nihilism. Crystal Stilts: if I were in a band, it'd sound like yours, kind of like if Joy Division were on Motown instead of Factory Records. Beach House: I listened to your record fifty times in a row one November night and it saved my life with its cozy cocoon of pretty, swirling noise. The Walkmen: you're so stylish and yet so emotional (YET NOT EMO) that I can't resist. Plus, you all look good in suits, which is always somewhat irresistable. Santogold: you never got back to us on that email interview, but don't worry, I still think you had the best pop record of 2008. Lil Wayne: Every time "Lollipop" came on the radio, it made my life about ten times more awesome at that moment. Whatever you mix in with that cough syrup, keep it coming. (Not that I want to encourage bad habits or anything.) Portishead: you guys must have listened to a lot of Can records while you were away. It shows in a good way! The Raveonettes: your long-player was awesome, but your EPs really stole my heart. Anyway, you guys, thanks for being such wonderful songwriters and musicians. Catch you on the flip side! Love, Kat
THE ULTIMATE FASHION CHALLENGE (Laura Jane)
On October 31st, 2008, I officially became The Ultimate Fashion Champion. That sort of thing doesn't just disappear overnight; I will take my resounding triumph over sartorial struggle and adversity to the grave, yo.
When I was a little kid, my dad once told me something along the lines of, "The only thing you can guarantee on in life is that things will never work out the way you expect them to." This freaked the shit out of me, because, as much as I didn't know, I know that I really, really didn't want to not be a writer (pardon the double negative). It wasn't until I completed The Ultimate Fashion Challenge and learned the lessons I was destined, or doomed, to learn from it, that I was fully able to comprehend exactly what my father was talking about (pardon the run-on sentence).
I spent four very long years at Parsons Stupid School of Design vowing that I would never-ever-never end up doing anything fashion-related with my life; instead, I ended up defining my twentysomething self through the very topic I swore to John Winston Lennon I'd never-evernever go a thousand feet near. The UFC: it came, it saw, and it conquered (me).
I have at this point been living in a post-UFC world for long enough that I rarely consider how huge a part of my life it once was.
But still: it haunts me.
I have not worn the same outfit two days in a row since the UFC wrapped up. When I wear a showstopper, I fold it and put it in a bin beneath my bed, and WILL NOT wear it again until the remainder of my Showstopper Stash has been depleted. This is yet to happen.
So, basically, the UFC is over, but I nonetheless insist on participating in a diminished, less rigid, lower-key, Ultimate Fashion Challenge every single day of my life. Ah, well. I suppose this is all just par for the course when you're The Ultimate Fashion Champion.
PS: I recently re-read "Everything I Know, I Learned From The Ultimate Fashion Challenge for the first time since I wrote it; those ten Lessons Learned of mine remain highly useful, and are probably the smartest thing I thought of this entire year.
NOGOODFORME.COM
Kat: Okay, so I'm not saying we were the best fashion blog of 2008 or anything like that -- more like 2008 was a year that particularly rocked for us. Yay! We threw an awesome party, raised a lot of money for some critter-related causes dear to our hearts, curated an art show featuring amazing photos of some of our amazing readers and friends, and generally had a great time all around. I will let Liz and LJ elaborate further on the good things that happened, but I'm a big believer in giving thanks, so I just want to thank Erin Whelan at Clarabella for giving us the opportunity and space for "Beautifully Worn," the amazing vendors who donated amazing things for Spirit Animal House, the wonderful group of sellers who sold at Spirit Animal House, the kind bloggers who linked and/or wrote on/to us, everyone who ever left a comment, the super-wonderful PR people we deal with every day, the designers, musicians and other amazing creatives we write about for inspiration, and our friends and family. Of course, I thank Liz and LJ for being Liz and LJ, which is to say, for being utterly and fantastically rad. And of course, we thank our dear readers! Thank you for swinging by our slumber party! We hope you keep reading! XOXOX KAT
Liz: Sometimes when I'm bored I like to sit around and play the "What if ____ and _____ had never met?" game. The big one is "What if my mom and dad hadn't gone to the same college?", which is so obvy that I actually never even have to think about it. Next there's "What if two little boys named Michael and Tony hadn't gotten into some dumb little-boy scuffle on the grounds of Fairfax High School sometime in the mid-70s?" (Answer: My favorite band wouldn't exist, and I might've never moved to L.A., and life would be about 8 million times less good.) And then, somewhere in my top 5 "What if ____ and _____ had never met?" scenarios, we've got "What if the universe had arranged itself so that Kat, Laura, and I had never found our way to each other, and the nogoodforme troika had never come to be?" How sad would life be then? How dismal, how grey, how much less groovy and gay? And I didn't even mean for that last sentence to rhyme; it just happened! KAT AND LAURA MAKE MY LIFE SO FULL OF JOY, I END UP ACCIDENTALLY RHYMING! Anyway, to round out my part of this post, I was gonna try to track down the email in which Kat and I went, "Hey! Maybe we should ask Laura Faulds to do nogoodforme with us!", but I couldn't find it. I did, however, dig up the message in which I asked LJ to join in our little reindeer games; it's dated 6/7/07 and the subject line is the gloriously typo-ed and all-capped "FINFALLY." And so, FINFALLY, I am so proud and stoked to salute our first full year as a dancey prancey troika full of sassiness and smarts. Let there be so many more years! NOGOODFORME 4-EVA!
Laura Jane: First of all: I am saying we're the best fashion blog of 2008.
Second of all: I think, right now, I feel the same way about nogoodforme.com that Jay-Z and/or Richard Branson must have felt about Roc-a-Fella Rekkids and/or the Virgin empire in their infancies.
Third of all: Sorry to corndog out, but it is a GIFT and an HONOR to be involved with something so viciously awesome and versatile as what we're doing, and I am even more stoked to be a part of it with Kat Asharya (the George Harrison of ngfm) and Liz Barker (the Paul McCartney, duh).
Fourth of all: Expect great things from us over the course of this coming year, world! Just call it Two Thousand and (NOGOODFORME) Nine.
Fifth of all: Mad thanks to every single person who checked this blog in 2008. I couldn't ask for a better audience.
Sixth of all: I'm tearing up right now. Why am I wriiting this paragraph like its my freaking Oscars speech?
Seventh of all: Killerest of New Years and Infinite Happy Returns from Laura Jane, the John/Ringo hybrid of nogoodforme.com.
Tags: 2008, A Hat For All Seasons, Anne Hathaway, asking you to buy me stuff, Crystal Stilts, dirty hair, Fashion Industrial Complex, Fiery Furnaces, Flight of the Conchords, Girl Talk, hats, I hate my generation, I love my generation, James Franco, Jenny Lewis, Kat Asharya, Kate Lanphear, Laura Jane Faulds, Laura loves Matthew Friedberger, laziness, Let the Right One In, Lil Wayne, Liz Barker, No Age, nogoodforme.com, popular culture, Portishead, psychedelia, Rodney Bingenheimer, sangria, Santogold, Santos Party House, the Raveonettes, the Walkmen, Total Cultural Oblivion, troikas, Tulpan, Ultimate Fashion Challenge, Ultimate Fashion Championship
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This post is just so LEGENDARY!
It's, like, all our different features and columns synthesized into a COLLABORATIVE MAGNUM OPUS OF AWESOME. Is what it's like.
By Laura
on December 30, 2008 4:19 PM
Hahaha, I have the same thing with Friedberger. My picture ends up coming up at some point, I figured out in the past. I'm gonna make a point of reading any and all of your articles on them... let's be friends! : D
By spencer on December 30, 2008 4:23 PM
Dude, this was simply awesome. You guys rock.
By Clara the annoying fourteen-year-old on December 31, 2008 8:41 AM
T�: Laura Jane
Dear Laura Jane!
I really like your new blode hair!
Would you please tell me, if you had any problems with dyeing them? A couple moth ago, I've dyed my hair from blonde into dark brown, now I want by natural colour back, but I heard that, if you dye dark hair blonde, they often become orange or anything.
Please tell me your secret!
yours,
Laura :)
By Laura E. on December 31, 2008 9:33 AM
Very fun. I look forward to what you are all up to in the new year.
By fChloe Cumbow on January 1, 2009 2:15 PM
Forgot to mention that this is probably the best NGFM post Of All Time (lots of competition too).
Happy New Year to the three of you!
By Trevor on January 3, 2009 4:03 PM
Oh, man, I remember 100.3 in the late 80s when it was Pirate Radio and played metal. I'm glad that frequency is being revived and wish I were back in L.A.
By Janet on January 7, 2009 9:04 PM