Amazingness

UPDATE: "Swans, they are the meanest animals in the world, you know. I had problems with them as a child. They hate children. I was caught by one, so I know."

Can't get enough

Shkirt

This lovely Swedish lady inspired me to try the shirt-as-skirt for myself, which has been quite a success. But this Face Hunter photo from Budapest takes it to the next level.


One downside: Looks like it might require sewing, whereas the skirt is just some strategic folding.

Hairspiration

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On ramps

It's the tail-end of ramp season, and I scored some at the farmer's market today. I think it's risotto time, with some asparagus thrown in for good measure.

Fit to be tied

How great is this?

Not exactly a bargain. Maybe DIYable?

Texture

Love this:
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This Music Moment

David Byrne:

There’s a lot going on musically right now. It’s an exciting time. Other than Sharon Jones’ soul music and some of the other artists’ folk leanings, the overall tendency amongst this group seems to be a kind of potpourri of art rock. I mean that in a good way — it’s art in that pop music is taken, assumed even, to be a serious and open form; a genre that admits a wide variety of approaches and instruments; and a musical form that is equal in depth and emotion to anything else out there. That’s a really different approach than what might be called traditional rock or pop, which can be extremely dogmatic — not to mention disposable — with proscribed instrumentation, tempos and subjects. There’s a sense of seriousness about this crop of artists — serious play, but still serious.

Besides their dedication to their art, most are successful — but one senses that fame wasn’t their primary engine for choosing a career in music. There was no hierarchy in this group — everyone was treated as an equal, and participated with everyone else where they could. Many were already acquaintances or friends. Times have changed. No one was drunk, on drugs or two hours late for rehearsal. There was no “rock star” behavior. That could sound boring — but such rebellious, clichéd behavior hasn’t always guaranteed good music. When great music would surface from a personal or professional mess, it often seemed like a rare but happy accident, unlikely to be repeated.

Maybe it’s the headiness of being surrounded by so many creative folks, but it seems that popular music — some of it anyway — might be going through one of its periodic peaks. It also seems that rock music, or some sizable branch of it, has evolved from being a throwaway piece of merchandise for teens to a respectable art form. The transformation, made in fits and starts over many decades, seems more or less complete.