25 SAYINGS THAT YOU SHOULD RECONSIDER
ending anything with balls is not amazing
the 90’s are back but the Fresh Prince of Bel Air is not
as opposed to hot beans?
The 10 Commandments were epic, Lord of The Rings is epic, your cheese fries are not.
is just as bad as ‘winning’
don’t be lazy
a safety net for an insult
apparently not enough 2 quit
if you’re not laughing then it’s not funny
NOT GONNA LIE
don’t worry, you’ll still be judged
what happened to your ankle ?1?!
how possessive claiming god all to yourself
hot dogs on laps dot tumblr dot com is random, seeing your elementary school teacher at the grocery store means you live in a small town
don’t worry I’m not listening anyway
is it contagious?
you’re not a fire place
THAT HIT THE SPOT
is your spot ok now?
K.I.T.Y : keep it to yourself
OMG seriously, that’s totes amazeballs, like WTF
just fucking say it
HUB WAS THERE// POLIÇA
Chain my name, Chain my name, Chain my name…In a world full of crap and dubstep, only a few have shone through, James Blake shines through, and last night Poliça shined the brightest. It was her third show in Phoenix, and even if no one is quite sure how to pronounce the band’s name, no one can deny that with their second album Shulamith, there is growth by leaps and bounds and the show at Crescent Ballroom had a grandeur that the previous show a Rhythm Room not even a full year ago could even come close to. Channy Leaneagh was a lot of things last night, a pixie with a cyclical R&B delivery, a fawn caught in the stage lights and by the song Vegas, with it’s balance of bombastic outburst, subtle R&B verses, natural and engineered vocal distortions did I think…Beth Gibbons…this is what Portishead feels like …I felt it again during Very Cruel and during Warrior Lord, this pixie, this fawn could also seduce. Her voice is a sensitive instrument but during Tiff, her trademark electric voice became natural and she was emoting in an R&B delivery much larger and much more soulful that I thought her capable of; she shouted and riffed, “go ahead and play for keeps!” Chain My Name was triumphant, it made me want to dance like I was at the soul and funk dive bar Char’s House of Blues. They surprised us with a cover of Leslie Gore’s 60’s hit ballad You Don’t Own Me and at the end Channy Leaneagh, with nothing but humility and appreciation in her voice, said that this was their first sold out show. We were proud of them, proud of Phoenix.
When there’s nothing left, you have to be bold