A genuinely touching (and utterly wrong) example of true friendship. [Thanks (kinda) to Paddy O'Furniture for the link.]
...now that you've returned from puking your guts out in the bathroom...
Tye (or as I like to call him, Secret Square #2) is in California this week as our roving Coachella correspondent. Assuming he survives the heat, the barrage of ironic t-shirts and asymmetrical haircuts, and the deadly swarms of killer bees, he should have some good heatstroke-and-narcotics-addled stories to pass on when he returns. Expect gems like "The guys in Bauhaus are aging badly," "The desert was hot," and "Wilco really fucking sucks." Tye's absence also means that this week's Low-Life will be a solo affair. To keep things interesting (for me, anyway), it will be an all-Power-Pop extravaganza. Big Star, Teenage Fanclub, Flamin' Groovies, Badfinger, etc. More on that later.
In case you hadn't heard, Sign of the Apocalypse #327 has come to pass: intolerable ass-master Ryan Seacrest has been given a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Who's next? Jared from the Subway ads?? Anyway, H.O.P.E. (Horrified Observers of Pedestrian Entertainment) has launched a competition urging people to defile this five-pointed signet of darkness. If you're in the L.A. area, maybe you can stop by and pinch a steamer right on the "Seacrest." It's crude, I know, but it really would be a fine Kodak moment.
More goodies:
An animated film of Arcade Fire's "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" [via Stereogum]
Is this too funny to be real? You be the judge. [via Lindsayism]
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