You Brought Me Home To This... Happy House.

Pre-tty, pre-tty rad.

TecktoniK.

So, I kinda totally want to be her.



Or maybe that guy towards the end of the video.

[not]

Someday.

Birdy Nam Nam.

Four french turntablists. Hot.

This video is amazing, it's like Daft Punk meets Star Fox on a Fantastic Planet.



I want their new album.

I Want To Bathe In A Bath Of Disco Balls...

This is what I've been waiting for.



Loving the 8-bit sound. Highly anticipating this full-length, and even more so, a tour in the US...!

Feels So Good To Me.

Donald Byrd - Love Has Come Around

Doesn't this song make you feel like your life is completely care free? It instantly puts me in a good mood. I can't wait for the day that I can lay out on the landing outside Jen's window, soak in the warmth of the sun, and look down on a complete garden, teepee, and friends playing in the pool.

ABC.

Nice calves.



Absolute Body Control - Eyes

I think Kazu took a couple hints from this.

The The The The The The.

Thanks to my our good friend Erik, I am constantly hearing new music that is really quite excellent. He gave me a play list for my trip to San Luis a couple weekends ago and this song was on it.

The The - Giant

It was also a good soundtrack for driving back into the city yesterday. The fog was so thick that there was a visual line defining where the fog began as we crossed the Bay Bridge. The vapor was so viscous and fluffy it looked like you could walk or swim in it. It made me long for my bed and vanilla marshmallows.

O.M.G.

This. Is. Amazing.



Holy hell.

Chocolate Jones.

My first encounter with this real diva (we all know Beyonce wishes she could be as diva as this biz) was seeing her as May Day in the Bond film A View To A Kill. She was the leader of an all-female group of guards for the main antogonist. Talk about pussy power.

Her teeth can crush diamonds.



Picking baby flesh out of her teeth.



Yes, she is holding her bust in chocolate.

Fortunately, she writes and performs some kick-ass music. Imagine seeing her live in her youthful days. The outfits were probably spec-fucking-tacular. The song below is from her latest effort entitled Hurricane. Inherent in the name, it is the fucking (cosmic) jam.

Grace Jones - Williams' Blood (Cosmic Jam Remix)
Kick back, prepare a mint julep, and fall in love.

Sally Sharpei-ro.

Fucking adorable.



Wrinkly overload.



There are few good things to come from China--I believe Sharpei's are one of those things.



I am getting a dog for the sole purpose to dress them up for Halloween.

Seriously, though, Sharpei's are hella cute. Pugs don't got nothing on these AZN playas. Find one at your nearest Lollicup.

On an even more amazing note, I've been listening to Sally Shapiro all week. Finding myself trying to sing like her on my bike rides home and softly humming her tunes wherever I go. Below are two of my favourite tracks from her excellent 2007 release "Disco Romance."

I Know - Sally Shapiro

So wonderful!

Apparently, she is releasing a new album some time this year and I can't wait to hear it!

Push The Red Button.

I guess self-destruction doesn't require a red button--does it?

Instant Hit - The Slits

And my absolute favourite:

Ping Pong Affair - The Slits

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.

Infinity times more glamorous than Fergie. How is this, you ponder? This is how:

The Glamorous Life (Club Edit) - Sheila E

Dancing to this song in a fairly empty room while a crowd of people watch you work it needs to happen wayyy more often. Do you hear that alto saxophone? Or should I say alto SEXophone?

Nu Disco.

Stupid misogynists that make amazing music.







So. Hot.

Soon. Disco balls. Platform shoes. Glitter. White pants. Donna Summer. Balloon drops. Unbuttoned polyester shirts. Sleazebags. Gold chains. Rollerskates. Soon.

Diva.

Can we just take a quick minute to acknowledge how amazing these glasses are? Of course, from the diva-est of divas, your favourite thick-thighed, faux-feminist hustla Beyonce.

Those are seriously amazing. Impractical, sure, but stylish as hell, check yes! They are probably a bit disorienting to wear, and I bet if you move your head too quickly one of the chains would whip you in the eye. Ouch.

Fortunately, divas don't have subconjunctival hemorrhages, right?

Lolapalooza.

This is a tribute to the most wonderful and amazing doggie being to ever come into existance. She is so magical that she can cure cancer by filling your heart with love. Lotus flowers and golden poppies blossom from the ground that she walks on. She poops rare gems and her urine is basically a colloidal gold solution. She is so wise that she can solve a Rubik's cube in a matter of seconds, and she is so diva even Beyonce tries to cop her style. God, I love you, Lola.

Her howls have the healing abilities similar to acetaminophen.




I guess she has an owner, too. He makes really awesome films and is basically a renaissance man.



She was in that band called The Talking Heads--I don't know if you know who they are.

The world wouldn't be worth living in without Lola, that's for sure.