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I wonder if this is the way I pay for things I’ve broken carelessly.

(Source: Spotify)

Michael Jackson – Beat It (Demo)

lacienegasmiled:

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

(Source: harrattanparhar, via lacienegasmiled)

Best day of my life. Even marshmallows in our sweet popcorn. #veronicamars @imkristenbell @veronicamars @veronicamarsmovie #veronicamarsmovie (at Mos Eisley Cantina)

Best day of my life. Even marshmallows in our sweet popcorn. #veronicamars @imkristenbell @veronicamars @veronicamarsmovie #veronicamarsmovie (at Mos Eisley Cantina)

@aloeblacc at @mediatemple’s #mtsxsw #sxsw (at Stubb’s Bar-B-Q)

swissmiss:

Maira Kalman’a last slide at @creativemorning! #creativemornings (Taken with Instagram)

swissmiss:

Maira Kalman’a last slide at @creativemorning! #creativemornings (Taken with Instagram)

(via creativemornings)

Reasy for @britneyspears — 2nd time, last time 7/11 with the same 2 goofballs!! Xo @coryd @sarahmick  (at MGM Grand Hotel & Casino)

Reasy for @britneyspears — 2nd time, last time 7/11 with the same 2 goofballs!! Xo @coryd @sarahmick (at MGM Grand Hotel & Casino)

And maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.


Taylor Swift sings All Too Well live at the 56th Annual Grammy Awards (hosted on vimeo)

(Source: tswiftdaily)

You Need To Go After The Things You Want | Thought Catalog

"You know what comes naturally to human beings though? Being open, being messy, being raw, being unfiltered, having lots of feelings. Why should we have to stifle our true nature? Let’s go after the things we want, let’s love each other brutally and honestly, and not worry about the consequences. Let’s release the feelings inside of us and let them land somewhere special. Otherwise, we might have a lifetime of longing in front of us.”

Classic Britney pop. Love.

(Source: Spotify)

The Wire live on Saturday Night Live


The Wire 
| HAIM

Always keep your heart locked tight.
Don’t let your mind retire. 
Oh, but I just couldn’t take it.
I tried hard not to fake it,
but I fumbled and when I came down to the wire.
It felt great.
It felt right.
Oh, but I fumbled and when I came down to the wire.

(Source: haimx)

Changes

My dad always said that "Change is bad." It was partially a joke, but partially something he believed. He believed in simplicity and calm. 

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I, somehow opposite of my parents, attract change and chaos incessantly. 

Life is full of change, for all of us, no matter how hard we fight or try to keep everything the same. Resistance is futile. 

Inspired by an episode of beloved podcast Radiolab in which writer/poet Jenny Hollowell brought me to tears with a reading of her short story, “A History of Everything, Including You,” I will attempt to catalogue some of the many curious changes that have occurred in my history. 

I went from a word, to a sentence, to a ‘young authors’ award, to job applications, to college applications, to a manifesto, to an artist’s statement, to a resume, to an inbox and a sparse and half-assed blog. 

From hating olives to liking them. At least the big, firm green ones and the purple ones with seeds. Fuck the squishy little ones.

On second thought, I started off liking the squishy, little green ones, because my great-great-Aunt Dorothy, dripping in sparkling costume jewelry, and possessing that mysterious blackness between her greying teeth that elderly people often acquire, taught me to suck the pimentos, as red as her lipstick, out of the olives over root beer floats. I still like root beer floats. 

From house, to house, to house, to apartment, to house, to house, to apartment, to house to apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment…

From Michael Jackson to Hanson to Fall Out Boy to Michael Jackson to Tegan & Sara. (MJ forever)

image

Coolest people ever.

image

Nope, I was wrong.

From piano lessons, to flute in school band, to school band dropout, to piano lessons redux, to high school garage band/talent show winner, to show choir geek, B.G. (Before Glee), to serious band member, to kicked out band member, to karaoke singer, to a keyboard and guitar sitting in my bedroom gathering dust. 

image

Thanks weave, vintage Rick Springfield T-shirt, and Ryan Cabrera opener spot.

From Fort Wayne, Indiana to Milwaukee, to Los Angeles. And a lot of places in between.

From having a father to not. 

Close to family, to distant, to close again.

Fat to skinny to fat again.

Hating beer to loving beer. (Wisconsin)

Hating wine to loving wine. (California)

Side note, <3 vodka forever. (Family history?)

image

A family that knows how to celebrate.

Being a virgin to not.

Being a friend to not, starting all over again, and returning to oldies-but-goodies.

Catholic to heretic.

Crushes on boys, to stuffing that funny feeling down when I saw that cute butch on A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila when I was a halfway through college. To crushes on real, live Women.

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xoxo, Levi.

In to out.

Single–dater–lover–girlfriend.

Permit–license–totalled car(s).

To a new car that I bought all by myself after learning that Kirstie Alley won’t always be there to save you from a D.U.I. But thankfully, she was once. Did I mention I live in Hollywood and it’s a really strange place?

image

Sorry Civic, Thanks Kirstie.

10 to 20 to 30 (gasp).

From student, to fried fish restaurant cashier & hostess, to retail salesperson, to ASSISTANT MANAGER (big time), to intern, to Web Designer, to User Interface Designer, to Designer, to Art Director. (still (l)earning that one, secretly-or not so. Who am I?)

I wonder if things we started out hating but now love, we will one day hate again? Or If all there is is room for infinite discovery of positive feelings toward things that we once discarded as a possibility. 

I DO know, all this change rattles. It disturbs. It exhausts. 

It also excites.

My statement (and it is my own–I will not borrow, no matter how much I admire the initial opinion-maker): “Change is scary, it is hard, but it is good.”

… and like, also, “Question everything.” “Trust no one.” – The X-Files

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Thanks, Pinterest.

I wonder if this is the way I pay for things I’ve broken carelessly.

(Source: Spotify)

Best day of my life. Even marshmallows in our sweet popcorn. #veronicamars @imkristenbell @veronicamars @veronicamarsmovie #veronicamarsmovie (at Mos Eisley Cantina)

Best day of my life. Even marshmallows in our sweet popcorn. #veronicamars @imkristenbell @veronicamars @veronicamarsmovie #veronicamarsmovie (at Mos Eisley Cantina)

@aloeblacc at @mediatemple’s #mtsxsw #sxsw (at Stubb’s Bar-B-Q)

swissmiss:

Maira Kalman’a last slide at @creativemorning! #creativemornings (Taken with Instagram)

swissmiss:

Maira Kalman’a last slide at @creativemorning! #creativemornings (Taken with Instagram)

(via creativemornings)

Reasy for @britneyspears &#8212; 2nd time, last time 7/11 with the same 2 goofballs!! Xo @coryd @sarahmick  (at MGM Grand Hotel &amp; Casino)

Reasy for @britneyspears — 2nd time, last time 7/11 with the same 2 goofballs!! Xo @coryd @sarahmick (at MGM Grand Hotel & Casino)

And maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.


Taylor Swift sings All Too Well live at the 56th Annual Grammy Awards (hosted on vimeo)

(Source: tswiftdaily)

You Need To Go After The Things You Want | Thought Catalog

"You know what comes naturally to human beings though? Being open, being messy, being raw, being unfiltered, having lots of feelings. Why should we have to stifle our true nature? Let’s go after the things we want, let’s love each other brutally and honestly, and not worry about the consequences. Let’s release the feelings inside of us and let them land somewhere special. Otherwise, we might have a lifetime of longing in front of us.”

Classic Britney pop. Love.

(Source: Spotify)

The Wire live on Saturday Night Live


The Wire 
| HAIM

Always keep your heart locked tight.
Don’t let your mind retire. 
Oh, but I just couldn’t take it.
I tried hard not to fake it,
but I fumbled and when I came down to the wire.
It felt great.
It felt right.
Oh, but I fumbled and when I came down to the wire.

(Source: haimx)

Changes

My dad always said that "Change is bad." It was partially a joke, but partially something he believed. He believed in simplicity and calm. 

image

I, somehow opposite of my parents, attract change and chaos incessantly. 

Life is full of change, for all of us, no matter how hard we fight or try to keep everything the same. Resistance is futile. 

Inspired by an episode of beloved podcast Radiolab in which writer/poet Jenny Hollowell brought me to tears with a reading of her short story, “A History of Everything, Including You,” I will attempt to catalogue some of the many curious changes that have occurred in my history. 

I went from a word, to a sentence, to a ‘young authors’ award, to job applications, to college applications, to a manifesto, to an artist’s statement, to a resume, to an inbox and a sparse and half-assed blog. 

From hating olives to liking them. At least the big, firm green ones and the purple ones with seeds. Fuck the squishy little ones.

On second thought, I started off liking the squishy, little green ones, because my great-great-Aunt Dorothy, dripping in sparkling costume jewelry, and possessing that mysterious blackness between her greying teeth that elderly people often acquire, taught me to suck the pimentos, as red as her lipstick, out of the olives over root beer floats. I still like root beer floats. 

From house, to house, to house, to apartment, to house, to house, to apartment, to house to apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment…

From Michael Jackson to Hanson to Fall Out Boy to Michael Jackson to Tegan & Sara. (MJ forever)

image

Coolest people ever.

image

Nope, I was wrong.

From piano lessons, to flute in school band, to school band dropout, to piano lessons redux, to high school garage band/talent show winner, to show choir geek, B.G. (Before Glee), to serious band member, to kicked out band member, to karaoke singer, to a keyboard and guitar sitting in my bedroom gathering dust. 

image

Thanks weave, vintage Rick Springfield T-shirt, and Ryan Cabrera opener spot.

From Fort Wayne, Indiana to Milwaukee, to Los Angeles. And a lot of places in between.

From having a father to not. 

Close to family, to distant, to close again.

Fat to skinny to fat again.

Hating beer to loving beer. (Wisconsin)

Hating wine to loving wine. (California)

Side note, <3 vodka forever. (Family history?)

image

A family that knows how to celebrate.

Being a virgin to not.

Being a friend to not, starting all over again, and returning to oldies-but-goodies.

Catholic to heretic.

Crushes on boys, to stuffing that funny feeling down when I saw that cute butch on A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila when I was a halfway through college. To crushes on real, live Women.

image

xoxo, Levi.

In to out.

Single–dater–lover–girlfriend.

Permit–license–totalled car(s).

To a new car that I bought all by myself after learning that Kirstie Alley won’t always be there to save you from a D.U.I. But thankfully, she was once. Did I mention I live in Hollywood and it’s a really strange place?

image

Sorry Civic, Thanks Kirstie.

10 to 20 to 30 (gasp).

From student, to fried fish restaurant cashier & hostess, to retail salesperson, to ASSISTANT MANAGER (big time), to intern, to Web Designer, to User Interface Designer, to Designer, to Art Director. (still (l)earning that one, secretly-or not so. Who am I?)

I wonder if things we started out hating but now love, we will one day hate again? Or If all there is is room for infinite discovery of positive feelings toward things that we once discarded as a possibility. 

I DO know, all this change rattles. It disturbs. It exhausts. 

It also excites.

My statement (and it is my own–I will not borrow, no matter how much I admire the initial opinion-maker): “Change is scary, it is hard, but it is good.”

… and like, also, “Question everything.” “Trust no one.” – The X-Files

image

Thanks, Pinterest.

Michael Jackson – Beat It (Demo)

lacienegasmiled:

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

(Source: harrattanparhar, via lacienegasmiled)

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