1 week ago
This is Relations, they are “two music nerds” so named because they “look like brothers.” You now know as much about them as I do. Sure wish they had some mp3s I could buy or steal or anything.
1 week ago
The Kinks, “Waterloo Sunset”
Everything about brunch is pretty annoying (especially people who love it). Go ahead and skip the $15 egg dishes, stricken waiters, and tables full of shrill girls. Instead of all that, wake up, make yourself a drink and listen to this.
I guess what I’m saying is, brunch sucks. But that doesn’t detract from my love of “drinking in the morning” music.
1 week ago
Everclear, “Everything to Everyone”
I bought a lot of bad records as a tween but this one I can’t even explain. I’m sorry. At least it’s not “Father of Mine.”
1 month ago
I still think this version’s better than the Nirvana one.
1 month ago
T. Rex, “Raw Ramp”
If you ever have a problem—I don’t know, work, relationships, family shit—all I have to say is T. Rex. BAM! There. I fixed the problem.
HELP FAT BABIES.
2 months ago
Savage Garden, “I Want You”
Like I need a reason to post this.
2 months ago
Madonna’s new single leaked.
When she sings, “Every record sounds the same,” is she alluding to “Bohemian Like You”?
3 months ago
I can’t be the only person who thinks this.
3 months ago
raynor ganan wrote a book
at roughly 2:36 in the early morning hours of october 5—with my lucky tank-top stretched taut across my barrel chest, a half-eaten croissant (pronounced kwa-SAHNT) on my desk, and 20cc of a taboo intoxicant known as distillate #66 pooling on the floor—i finished typing the last dirty word in the last dirty passage of a novel-length book which i’ve been writing and rewriting in secret binges over the course of 6 years.
in the coming weeks, i hope to tell you more about my 120,000 word adventure story, one that i’ve been obsessing over since barack obama was just a twinkle in the eyes of george w. bush. for now however, i’ve taken this novel-length book as far as i can by myself and i need your help! if you (or someone you occasionally bone) work in the publishing industry—as an agent, an editor, or whatever other positions exist that i don’t know about yet—i would relish the opportunity to exchange emails so that i might better understand the quest for which i have unwittingly enlisted.
also: if literary fiction that’s been incubating in the lukewarm backwaters of my brain for 2,000 days (2 kilodays) is the type of thing you might have some interest in, you can help me fan my pheromones and get-the-word-out™ through a thing called social media <barf>. consider reblogging this post on your dailybooth wall, introducing your okcupid flirt-base to this status update, or google buzzing my milfberry on myspace.edu! my fate—whether i continue my career as a pretty decent dentist or get a chance to realise my lifelong dream of becoming a pretty decent dentist with a published novel-length book—could very likely be decided by what you chose to do in the next 5 seconds with your index finger.
i’m deeply grateful to have made your acquaintance through the ragbag (a component of the internet) and tumblr these last few years. i’m not usually a genuine person, but i’m at my most genuine when i tell you i couldn’t have written my book without your continued feedback, encouragement, and most of all: your indomitable curiosity. thank you × 1,000,000.
your good friend,
raynor
we must do everything we can!
via ragbag
