Oh My God?! I Think ... I´m a Pseudo Indie...

Emily Jane White - Dagger

Yules - Warning to the powerful oratoring
by kidamprod

"« Produits de premier choix », « fruits exotiques », « vins fins et liqueurs »… Tout dans l’épicerie fine de Perello rappelle la France de la IIIème République, celle de Jean-Pierre Pernaud et des produits du terroir chers à Jean-Pierre Coffe. L’épicerie a conservé son aménagement et sa décoration baroque ; entre la présentation dans les emballages d’origine, les bouteilles dans leur caisse en bois et les épices rares qui s’y trouvent, il y flotte comme un air de caverne d’Ali Baba. Baptiste du festival Generiq ne s’y est pas trompé, l’endroit est absolument unique, on ne pouvait rêver mieux pour la folk nostalgique de Yules."[F]

I'm not bluffing you! Your eyes are not bluffing you!

THE CULTUREPULP Q&A: 'Persepolis' creator Marjane Satrapi

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Tiago Sousa

Sebadoh - Gimme Indie Rock

 Breaking down the barriers

 Like Sonic Youth

They got what they wanted

Maybe I can get what I want too

Come on indie rock

It's gone big

Come on indie rock

Just give me indie rock

...the philosophical teachings of jesus are buddhism
with a hebrew accent, kindness, tolerance, brotherhood, love, a ruthless realism acknowledging that life is as it is here on earth, here and now.
The kingdom of god, meaning goodness, is right here, where it should be.

"I am what I am becoming."

That's what the buddha brought in.

And that's what I taught.
But a talking snake make a lady eat an apple, so we're screwed.
Heaven and hell were peddled so priests could rule through seduction and terror, save our souls that we never lost in the first place.
 

It's been said that buddha and jesus
would laugh or cry if they'd known what was done in their name.
 

... and if there is a creator, he'd probably feel the same way.
 

I see ceremony, ritual, processions, genuflecting,
moaning, intoning, venerating cookies and wine, and I think...
It's not what I had in mind.

"Yeah, we were a little bit scared when we booked Black Lips to play an in-store. Would they (and their combat ready fans — check the army helmet in the front row) tear apart the store? Would they blow the sound system? Would they pee on us? But our passion beat out our terror, and anyway, they wanted to play acoustic, so what could go wrong? And despite a reputation for alcohol-fueled mayhem at their gigs, by all accounts these guys are sweet, silly and a ton of fun, and they did not disappoint on any of these fronts. The band delivered a (vaguely) acoustic set of raucous songs from their recent Good Bad Not Evil album, as well as some classics. Afterwards our super-fan Pam sat down in the back room with Cole and Jared to talk about life on the road, dressing like ghosts, and their impending expedition to China. Don’t be frightened, enjoy!" [F]

©pshab

"Hmmn, well, Lover Man, I love that song. That song is me, if that makes sense. The music has to appeal to me first with a song. It has to reach me in three different places, two of which I will mention to a gentleman. It has to reach me in my heart. It has to reach me intellectually. And the other spot, I will not mention. And then the lyrics come in. And if the lyrics are true, then I can sing the song." [F]