Talking Heads - Stop Making Sense, a promotional copy sent to us by Sire Records in 1984. Printed on the back are the credits and an FAQ about the live documentary: ‘Why Stop Making Sense? Why a movie? Why tour?’
Also included are notes to performers, with stills from the shows.
There are other notes too: work, travel, money, the future and space.
Life on Earth, living with other people, the space people, world travel, money, in the future, work, growing up.
I personally haven't actually had the brainspace to listen to XX yet because it Will take me out and I'm already a bit out of commission with a big cold (tissue count: 4)
But because I can think about literally nothing else, I've got the Muse Absolution listening party (listening party? Annotation section?? Group study??) radio broadcast that @killedbythegroove and I did when we were losing our minds about the 20th anniversary of the original release back in September!
Tune in if you want to, I'll be in bed mustering up the strength to be completely obliterated by Abso XX
Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t made an actual upload here in a long time (that’s not just reblogging other ppl’s posts) I will definitely do this again
Normally I only upload to my TikTok or yt buuut this seems like a video tumblr would like so I’ll post it here too I guess
I was randomly reminded of this video and realized this fit Lucifer perfectly so I of course had to make this immediately
Yes… in case you’re wondering he’s texting Alastor… why? It’s implied Lucifer might be moving into the hotel and be a part of the main cast next season (which I’m hoping for)
This isn’t necessarily a radioapple post but you can choose to interpret this how you wish
I personally just like to see them argue with each other cuz it’s hilarious. I hope to see more of that next season lol
A bit uncharacteristic of me, but I’m vibing so hard with 2007 Calvin Harris, I was reminded of that album today and first up, you’ve just got to spend a full 5 minutes laughing at the album title: I Created Disco. You already know this is going to be an album of fun and shenanigans. Completely unserious album. That’s fine, that’s fun, I’ve got time for it. I’m taking out the trash and just bouncing down the stairs because I’m vibing to retro disco from 2007. The first thing you hear as you put it on, “Merry making, drug taking at my place baby, at my place”, completely unserious, carry on. Very ‘let the words paint and exciting picture’ vibe and it’s giving ‘Daft Punk is playing at my house’.
Second, you forget that Calvin Harris even had a real infectious indie phase. I associate him right now with working on production for some of the world’s biggest pop stars making the sort of radio hits I would simply not listen to. But this one, like I said, quite in that indie nightclub vibe and like bands like LCD Soundsystem. Forget the Strokes, this is the facade of sheer excess that ‘indie sleaze’ wants to remember. It’s a banger of a silly, fun album. And it’s definitely going to become new bed music for my radio show— or I’ll try anyway, the lyrics are super clear, which again makes it that bit more indie to me. Love it.
You can’t not just shake your shoulders to it, that’s the energy I want to bring back. Everyone’s talking ‘2000s nostalgia’, ‘Y2K fashion’ blah blah blah but then still dressing like it’s depression season. ‘Now it’s all very well stepping out in black and white/But you’re no girlfriend of mine if you’re doing that, right?/Get some colours on.’ <- exactly, the 00s were about stupidly colourful fits. Wear those neons. Put on those wristbands. Many clips. Purple and orange leggings, red trousers. Turquoise skirt on top of that, there we go. Everyone’s forgetting how embarrassingly colourful it all was. If you really want to go back to the 00s, dress like my mum would dress me when I was 8.
Vaggie: "Okay ha ha, very funny. Who stole me and Charlie's laundry out of the dryer again- Angel Dust!"
Angel Dust: "Wasn' me."
Vaggie: "Are you wearing my fucking skirt!?"
Angel Dust: "Ooooh~ it's a FUCKIN' skirt, huh? This one kept special for when Charlie jumps ya?"
Vaggie: "Que te la pique un pollo- NO."
Angel Dust: "Aw c'mon toots, we all know you have one~"
Vaggie: "Give me back. My skirt. You. Ass."
Angel Dust: "Speakin' of... is it really still YOUR skirt, Vagina, if MY ass is the one lookin' so utterly fine and fabulous in it?"
Vaggie: "YOU DONT HAVE AN ASS, ANGEL DUST."
Angel Dust: "Yeah? Then what's this beautiful thang here, hmm?"
Vaggie: "I don't know because there's nothing there for you to even POINT at, twig twink!"
Husk: "HA!"
Angel Dust: "Ugh fiiine. Since you're being nice an' usin' my preferred pronouns-"
Vaggie: "Twig???"
Husk: "Twink."
Angel Dust: "-I'll hand over the girlfriend-fucking skirt. The delicius heat from the dryer's mostly gone now anyway. Jus' lemme grab something to throw on over it first..."
Vaggie: "Seriously? THAT'S why you took it?? Dryer heat?"
Angel Dust: "Next best thing to hot bath at the end of a day's hard work, baby! A day's VERY hard, throbbing, aching work-"
Vaggie: "I will throw this spear at you. I WILL ruin your stupid hair."
Husk: "Fucking do it."
Vaggie: "YOU shut up too. You're the one who taught him this in the first place, aren't you?"
Husk: "WHAT? I don't put on your fucking skirts!"
Angel Dust: "Wha' about her non-fucking ones?"
Husk & Vaggie: "Shut up."
Angel Dust: "Touché~ Protestin' too much, me thinks~”
Vaggie: "Husk- we all know you're the one waiting for the dryer to finish so you can drag the laundry onto the floor and sleep on it!"
Husk: "That's bullshit- you've got no proof-"
Angel Dust: "Cat hair, Mr. Whiskers."
Husk: "The fucking hotel has a cat!"
Vaggie: "That smells like a bar and also sheds feathers?"
Husk: "FUCK."
Angel Dust: "Don't break yourself up over it, kitten daddy- If you hadn't shown me the joys of laundry shopping, I'd never have known how GOOD I look in this jacket."
Vaggie: "???? You- IS THAT CHARLIE'S!?!?"
Angel Dust: "Goes good with the skirt, huh? If you two had a kid, they'd fucking SLAY."
Vaggie: "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING HER JACKET"
Angel Dust: "Look- she's the only one in this fancy prancy hotel that's got the same measurements as me, at least in the shoulder, hips, and torso department! The only one who's clothes don't smell like dead deer and dusty old radios, anyway!! I'm kinda low on options here, okay?"
Vaggie: "WHAT ABOUT THE OPTION OF DON'T StEAL OUR STUFF?? THAT'S LIKE, THE EASIEST FUCKING OPTION YOU COULD HAVE!"
Angel Dust: "Orrrrr, you two could adopt me as you gay lovechild and give me some fuckin' hand me downs. Or money."
Vaggie: “OUR WHAT!?”
Angel Dust: “Fuck it, give me money an’ I’ll buy my own clothes, mom.”
Vaggie: “I. Am. NOT-”
Charlie: “-hey guys! Has anyone seen my….”
Charlie: “…uh, Vaggie? Why is Angel Dust dressed like our gay lovechild?”
Angel Dust: “HA!”
Charlie: “And did he just call you ‘mom??’”
Vaggie: “I give up. Anyone needs me, I’ll be in the laundry room, shoving myself in the dryer on the hellfire setting.”
Husk: “You’ll have to fucking drag Niffty out first.”
Vaggie: “What.”
Charlie: “What?”
Angel Dust: “WHAT”
Husk: “She was crawling in head first when I left after waking up- uhh- after getting something.”
Angel Dust: (shrieking) “AN’ YOU LEFT HER THERE???”
Vaggie: “Oh shit-”
Charlie: “Vaggie- go! Fly!! Go go go now Now NOW- EMPLOYEE IN THE INDUSTRIAL CLEANING EQUIPMENT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!”
- meanwhile, in the laundry room-
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP…. Thump………… thump
Alastor: “…”
Alastor: (reaches over to knock on dryer door)
Alastor: “Having fun, dear?”
Niffty: (flopping limply half out of dryer) (battered) (scorched) (GRINNING) “Ow pain!”
Alastor: “Quite.”
Niffty: “Heheheh… heHEHEHEH.”
Niffty: (sets the dryer to max again) “More…. PAIN!!!” (shuts door from the inside) (grins from other side with her face pressed against the glass)
Alastor: “Fascinating.”
Thump…Thump. Thump. THUMP THUMPTHUMP-
Cherri Bomb: “…”
Cherri Bomb: “…Know what? You kids have fun. I’m just gonna go, like, break into someone’s house and murder them so I can use their washer and dryer. That’ll be less fucked up than….. whatever this is.” (hefts basket of bloody laundry and bombs) (waves over her shoulder while leaving) “Bye~”