vinylsunday:

slaughterhousejive:

Vinyl Sunday

Wavves - Wavves

…don’t I just look So Bored?! Get it?

Oh, we get it.

I like the idea behind Vinyl Sunday, but … 

What’s with the strange looks on everyones faces who post?

Formula:

Some sort of cluttered office environment or sparse living space + your latest vinyl treasures (which may or may not be actual vinyl treasure … but I digress) + an unnerved and wide-eyed look that says “Photo booth is going to steal my soul and this LP I am holding is going to turn into a rabid badger that will rip my face off as soon as this picture is taken.”

What gives?

(via lovegifs)

vela:

mykicks:

“can we talk about this?”

“Were you just trying to get your Tumblarity up?”

“I’m sleeping with your best friend, actually.”

waxandmilk:

“Rock n’ Roll baby, freedom of speech”

via nickdrake

tatmanblue:

flutternutt:

thingslikethat:

ibike:

bbones:

awesome.

Awesome, unless you’re eating seafood. That would make it a tad fucked up.

Having one of those WHY THE HELL AM I NOT LIVING IN A LARGE METROPOLITAN AREA??? kinda days. The suburban sprawl is killing me. And I live in the middle of the city!!

I thought about sitting on the floor in second grade
I couldn’t keep the pace
I thought I was the only one moving in slow motion
While the other kids knew something I did not
But if I acted like a clown
I thought it would get me through, it did
But that don’t work no more
You’re not a kid no more
I thought I’d do some travelling
Never did
Regrets, regrets
I thought about the hours wasted
Watching TV, drinking beer
I thought about the things I thought about
Until immobilized with fear
And all the great ideas I had
And how we just made fun
Of those who had the guts to try and fail
And then I ended up in jail
Regrets, regrets
… but just for a day
Seems the police had made a computer mistake
Said there must be thousands like me with the
Same name
Anyway, I thought about the things I settled for
Or never tried
I never visited my grandma even once 
When she was sick before she died
So I don’t blame you if you never come to see me
Here again
Regrets, regrets 

- Ben Folds Five

madmenfootnotes:

Can you guess what Boho lover lady put on for her afternoon romp with Don?

Of course you can.

It is the crowning jewel of a masterpiece: Blue in Green.  It’s the third track on Miles Davis’ 1959 Kind of Blue. The composition was co-written by Bill Evans who played piano on the album. Evans was to the piano, what Davis was to the trumpet. Both men begun with a bop beat and then slinked into a cooler, looser, slow-like-honey mode with the rising influence of West Coast jazz at the the beginning of the 1960’s. Davis, of course, went on to wilder orchestrations and built a discography defined by musical innovation.

Evans found his steady rhythm in cool jazz. In the mid-sixties he was a part of the breezey California sound along with tenor sax titan Stan Getz. The two did album together which is also very good to listen to when committing adultery in the Village. Or anywhere.

Thanks for assuming we don’t already know all this, Mad Men enthusiasts. It’s a good thing we have this uber-hip show and dedicated nerds that obsess over it to let us know about cool pop-culture of yore!!

:P

/barf

In the Publix parking lot