[Belated] What [I'm] Turning #6

T.I. Featuring Akon - Hero

Ok, so maybe I've become a little predictable with this stuff (or should I say stud BAHA), but whatever. Hero is suprisingly a heat-y song (well, not so surprising, since my boyfriend is on the track). Even with Akon's "kooonvict muuusicc", T.I. still manages to rip this song and it kind of makes me sad that this song didn't show up on the album, but whatever, it wouldn't have fit in anyway.

He does mention "being a guido" in his first verse, which totally caught me off guard, but a long time ago, I remember someone mentioning he was like part Italian, or something ridiculous, so that might explain the "guido" reference, and his reppin' Italia in the picture. Then again, I could be wrong. Given my undeniable need for a hearing aid at 21 years of age, he could have said something like "being a G though" and I just heard it wrong.

Oh, and just because I'm a crazy fangirl, here's the most adorable/hilarious T.I. interview I've ever seen.

[Edit] And yea, the longer I think about it, and after another listen, he probably does say "being a G though" so that entire last paragraph was a waste of time. Whatever, as long as I have that big boy in my life, I'm all goood.

What We're Turning #5

Kanye West - Heartless

It took a few listens for me to warm up to this track, and I like it a lot more than Love Lockdown but it's still got me wondering what the fuck Kanye is up to with this new record. His beats are still sick, and the songs we've heard so far are well, decent, but what is with the singing? You are not a singer Kanye, and not amount of auto-tune is going to cover that up. It works for this song, but what about the rest of the record? The chorus on Love Lockdown is just so weak.

It's cool that he wants to branch out and experiment a little. No one wants him to just keep making The College Dropout over and over again. And I guess we've got to let him work out whatever he needs to work out in his music, but sometimes you should just stick to what you know. I mean, Michael Jordan could play baseball, but really, who wanted to see that shit?

I know this makes me sound like a hater, but I'm still going to pick up 808s & Heartbreak when it drops, and I'm going to keep an open mind. Who knows? Maybe it'll blow me away. All I'm saying is that I'm a little worried.

Not my uncle... Spiderman's uncle.

It was hard trying to figure out why I even watched this show every Tuesday night [on the CW after 90210].

I'm not going to lie. I started watching because, I was a Reba fan. I mean, Barbara Jean? Van? and Cheyenne? Are you joking? That show was ridiculous, obnoxious, and fantastically amazing (and not in an ironic way). I still watch re-runs with my dad on CMT (yea, I said it. Jealous?).

I spent most of the first episode, and every episode since then, putting the TV on mute and would run out the room yelling, or hide behind a pillow and plug my ears during the most embarrassing points of the show (which is essentially, whenever Megan, the main character opened her mouth). I kept thinking, "That person does NOT actually exist".

But she absolutely does exist. She's me. (Or, I'm her... whatever. You get it. I'm getting cheese fries). And as embarrassing as that is, I find Megan insanely relatable. I die every time she says, or does something that I would totally do. And I die a little more every time Will (her rich, womanizing neighbor, who is one of my many television boyfriends) shows up on the screen. And I die even more when I see how much of a beast Sage is (she is SO Khloe Kardashian, I mean...). Then, I come back to life, and die again, when they try to push the virtues of abstinence through an entire episode, and follow it up with a PSA.

The show is bananas, and even though we predicted it's death as a show since episode one, everyone NEEDS to watch this show, before it's Dead and Gone.

(I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to put a T.I. reference in this entire post. Luckily, I'm a genius.)

Ya'll Are As Good As Your CD

Black Kids w/ The Virgins
October 11, 2008
Richard's on Richards

We showed up to this show a little too early. And by a little too early, I mean we were literally about the tenth people to walk through the door. That gave us a lot of time to people watch. Being a show featuring two blog buzz bands, I think you can figure out the general make up of the crowd. Mostly indie kids and quite a few, well, you know, plus a couple people who are probably just there because they heard a song on Gossip Girl (not that there's anything wrong with that). Five years later and "The OC effect" is still going strong, and I still don't know if that's a bad thing or not.


First up, looking like they came straight out of 1991, was The Virgins. They played an energetic set, and were kind enough to only make one pot reference (we get that shit a lot out here). For all you "the EP was better" types, I'll admit that they did benefit from being away from the gloss of the studio. They make the kind of music that sounds better a little dirty.


They might still be a little green on stage, but Black Kids sure know how to bring the party. As with the Virgins, they sounded a little better live than they do on record. They busted out essentially every song they've ever written, and ended the show at around 9:30. Yeah, I said 9:30.

What We're Turning #4

I know this one was released way back in May, but it took a while for me to finally get around to picking it up and giving it a listen. With Re-Arrange Us, the husband/wife duo Mates of State are back with another offering of expertly crafted indie-pop. I think reactions to this disc have been pretty mixed, but I love it. It's a little more laid back, and more consistent than 2006's Bring it Back. If you like this band, or just twee pop in general, you should give this record a spin.

What We're Turning #3

Irregardless of what Pitchfork has to say, Black Kids's Partie Traumatic is a pretty solid record. It's got decent hooks, is pretty danceable, and is definitely worth a listen (but maybe my opinion is tainted because I didn't buy into the intial blog hype). We're seeing these guys on Saturday night, so we'll let you know if they're any good live.

Yea we smoke great, and we drink good, then we ball hard, just like G's should.

I'm not going to lie. When I peruse the pages of the EYE section in W, or the People + Parties tab on style.com, I'm there for three reasons: fashion, people and parties (duh). I'm mostly just wishing I had been there (or that the very least had been invited to, but regretfully had to decline because I was too busy hanging out with T.I. and the whole Grand Hustle family at a BBQ in the A).

If only I could be given a disapproving looks from the likes of Jen Brill, or The Trainas at Beatrice Inn; or to have been one of the few to overhear "Lindsay are you leaving? Are leaving!? She's leaving!? She's leaving! She's gone!" at the Waverly, my life would be officially complete.

So, to celebrate the end of Paris Fashion Week: here are the parties I wish I had attended the most.

The Kick Off: The Kisa Party @ Caviar Kaspia
Notable attendees included...

.. Margherita Missoni (looking trés geek chic --yea, I said it)...

... and Little Roitfeld, Eugenie Niarchos (she's adorable, and has seen with my bff MK).

The Token Hipster Rager: Purple Magazine Party @ Le Baron
Attendees? A million hipsters including...

... Milla Jovovich, Angela Lindvall (obvs.), Irina Lazareanu (obvs.)...

and Cory Kennedy (OBVS.).

The Closer: GrandLife and Opening Ceremony @ Regine's
Lovers and friends included...

... Kate Bosworth (I own sunglasses that she's worn)...

...MK and Eugenie (old bff meets new bff)...

...and Lily D (I wish I could part my hair down the middle without looking like a retard).

Oh, to dream.

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Bet You Never Seen A Pair Of Kicks Like Mine

Supra just keeps stepping up their game. Here's three reasons why I wish I had more than $60 to my name right now:



The Teal/Snakeskin Vaider.


The Chrome Mesh Fishnet Suprano High. Allegedly, only 1000 made. It breaks my heart that I'll never get to cop a pair.


A little less stunning, but still nice G-Skate Skytop. Also only 1000 made. To be honest though, I wish I could just buy every skytop out there.

Don't Kid Yourself, You're An Indie Clone

To celebrate October 3rd (Mean Girls. Watch it.) we decided to catch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. I'm going to be honest, this movie more or less felt like what would happen if an issue of Nylon puked all over a reel of film. Everything from the premise (trying to catch a secret show by a favourite band), to the opening credits (which listed every act on the soundtrack), to the cameo by Bishop Allen, to every damn poster on Nick's wall (this list could go on for pages), screamed "hipster" with a capital "H." Not that there's anything wrong with that.

In spite of the film's obvious efforts to be "cool," it somehow manages to be pretty enjoyable. Unlike certain other Michael Cera starring pseudo-indie movies, the references and dialogue rarely get in the way of your enjoyment and none of the characters make you want to punch them in the face every time they open their mouths. As long as you don't take the movie, or yourself, too seriously and can laugh instead of roll your eyes when Nick tries to one up Norah about how early he liked a band, you'll probably like this movie. So throw on your Wayfarers, Chucks, overpriced plaid shirt from Urban Outfitters, get on your one speed bike and go see this movie.

Oh, and if your looking for some laughs, check out the IMDB boards for this one. Shit is hysterical.