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July 23, 2014
Important new sticker on my bike.

Important new sticker on my bike.

July 23, 2014

“Funky Black President” :: Amerigo Gazaway blends James Brown and Fela Kuti — with verses from Jeru The Damaja.

July 22, 2014
Every Tuesday in the summer there’s free live music (and unfree live wine) on the City Winery loading dock. It’s on the direct path between my office and the subway. (at City Winery NYC)

Every Tuesday in the summer there’s free live music (and unfree live wine) on the City Winery loading dock. It’s on the direct path between my office and the subway. (at City Winery NYC)

July 22, 2014

(Source: iraffiruse, via evilmarrypopins)

July 22, 2014
audreyrenee:

She is on my top 10 dream moms list.

audreyrenee:

She is on my top 10 dream moms list.

(Source: ghastlydelights)

July 22, 2014
"If flying a white flag on the Brooklyn Bridge is someone’s idea of a joke, I’m not laughing."

Brooklyn Borough President Eric Adams, fuming over the mysterious placement of white flags atop the towers of the Brooklyn Bridge. (via latimes)

****

don’t be so smug, LA Times. 

(via latimes)

July 22, 2014

(Source: klefable, via laughterkey)

July 22, 2014

nickdrake:

Little Shop of Horrors

i just showed this movie to my kids for the first time over the weekend. they loved it.

July 22, 2014
ladyhistory:

Flirty!George Washingsaltshaker strikes again.

ladyhistory:

Flirty!George Washingsaltshaker strikes again.

(via laughterkey)

July 22, 2014

wwnorton:

storyofpop:

If Elvis was considered dangerous, then Jerry Lee Lewis was outright terrifying. He wore custard-yellow suits with black piping and had a sneer that spelled out sex and dirt and a regal arrogance. He was a mean, mean man. “We’re going to hell,” he’d cry. “Fire and brimstone. The fire never dies, the burning never dies, the fire never quenches for the weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth. Yessir, going to hell. The Bible tells us so.” He was nicknamed the Killer, largely for what he did to his poor piano, his golden curls of hair flying as he sweated, battered, and molested the poor thing.

The piano on his first hit, “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” (no. 3, ’57), sounded like it could break through the floorboards; it made a roaring, echoing noise like ominous approaching clouds. 

All Killer, no filler over on The Story of Pop.

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