An exchange from one of Pauline Kael's final interviews. "Do you cruise the Web for reviews?" "I don't cruise anything."

I don’t understand people who never rewatch movies. I consider my first viewing of a good movie as, like, an opening bid.

Happy 85th birthday to the one and only Bob Dylan!

It's really bleak that lawyers are shaking down an independent blog for a copyright infringement from 14 years ago while LLMs are just gobbling up oceans' worth of intellectual property without consequence.

Google obliterated its search function for this

Still kind of in awe of the perfection of this skeet from yesterday. Skeet Of The Year candidate.

Now that we can look at The Flaming Lips in context, they kinda have a Pink Floyd remixed feel. Ronald Jones is kind of the Syd, Wayne is kind of the Roger, Steve is the David. At least we got "Transmissions From The Satellite Heart" and "Clouds Taste Metallic." That's like two "Pipers"

Would be extremely funny if it's Josh Freese

Sonic Youth convinced Neil Young to collage live material on "Arc." John Oswald collaged SY live material on "Diamond Seas." There's only one conclusion: A Neil Young collage of John Oswald live material must be in the works.

Is your teen texting about Krautrock??? Know the slang: • DTF = Damo's the funkiest • NGL = Neu! goes loud • OMG = Oooooh motorik grooves! • FFS = Faust’s fucking stupendous • TMI = Tago Mago's incredible • TGIF = These Germans is freaky • CHEUGY = Can has excellent unbelievable grooves

Google obliterated their search function for this

Now that we're entering the sweaty armpit of summer, I'm nostalgic for that hellish stretch in February when the sidewalks were obstructed by rock-hard snowbanks and the temperature refused to rise above freezing for two weeks.

Fans of the King of Pop might be interested in seeing the new film MICHAEL which tells the story of the one time “King of Pop”, Michael Jackson

My brother graduated med school and became a doctor this weekend. I asked, "In your professional opinion, do you think Trump is experiencing congestive heart failure?" He said, "I don't know, but let's just say I'd love to listen to his lungs."

Everyone who's more freaked out about hantavirus than me is a paranoid scold and everyone who's less freaked out about hantavirus than me is a reckless and irresponsible fool.

I wrote about grief and the final(?) Radiohead album

I have this fantasy where I time-travel back to the '50s and tell Montgomery Clift that both The Clash and R.E.M. are gonna write songs about him and they're both all-timers.

Instructing Netflix to skip past all the boring talking parts in There Will Be Blood so I can better enjoy this inspiring film about hard work, determination, and entrepreneurial excellence.

It's a strange bummer that he's not in the band anymore but this is a good interview for sure: stereogum.com/2497927/its-...

Finally sitting down to watch "Michael"

One thing I wish I'd asked Steven Drozd is if he could give me a list of Lips songs where he sings lead vocals. I know that list includes "Pompeii am Götterdämmerung," "If," "Turning Violent," probably a few others.

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Guy who pays $300 million to acquire the Red Hot Chili Peppers song catalog, then realizes that he didn't read the fine print and he actually only bought the Josh Klinghoffer-era material.

The fellas and I had a tussle last night about the definitive Greatest Generation song. I said it's Glenn Miller's "(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo," but Fred think it's Perry Como's "Chi-Baba, Chi-Baba (My Bambino Go to Sleep)" and Norman kept muttering about Kay Kyser's "Jingle Jangle Jingle."

Been kinda obsessed with Harry Nilsson’s ‘Pussy Cats’ lately. Such a tragic record given how it gunked up that beautiful voice of his up until his last days. Even at his most gruff, those pipes were untouchable.

I like the Mike D track, although it does make me sad imagining the Adam Yauch solo album that we'll never get to hear.

Last night at Metrograph, Joel Coen described making a movie as "like a sickness that takes over you, and the only cure is to make the damn thing." A great description of the creative process.

Drozd comes across as pretty honest here, still processing the grief and confusion. I think we’ve all been ghosted by someone we thought cared for us. Count me curious to hear his solo stuff.

Great opportunity here for Drozd, Ivins, and Jones simply to reform the mid-90s line-up with a different singer

Two years without Steve Albini, a man who simply understood how God intended drums to sound

a really candid, thoughtful, fascinating read

Sad, great interview.

So @zachschonfeld.bsky.social went ahead and chatted with one Steven Drozd, who was in the Flaming Lips until he wasn’t, and even he’s not sure why. Very much enjoyed this, but also want to note two further things for us “the mid-90s lineup was the high point” types. (1/3)

This is a complicated one for me: I talked to one of my musical heroes, Steven Drozd, about his incredible 33-year tenure in the Flaming Lips and the sad way it all ended. Grateful to Steven for his thoughtfulness and candor here.

I drew this

Are you sure it wasn't an experience already for the people who got murdered

For @stereogum.com I reflected on 20 years of "Stadium Arcadium," the supposedly unbreakable bonds of friendship from the safety of my own group, and taking something so seriously knowing that it's also just about the silliest thing in the world. This one means a lot stereogum.com/2497661/stad...

It's 5/4? You mean International Stereolab Appreciation Day?

MICHAEL is a truly insane biopic. Like, "Gee looks like he was really into toys and zoo animals and Peter Pan, and connected well with children. Anyway, let's not stick around for that Shaquille O'Neal-sized shoe to drop..." Such a bizarre, sinister undertaking.

What would I do if I woke up in 1995? Well, first I would hang out with my childhood dog, Mrs. Cooke. Then I would visit Jeff Buckley and tell him not to go swimming.

The New Yorker style guide be like "Michael is a bio-pic set in the nineteen-eighties, prior to Mr. Reagan's reëlection."

[INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS] The film is almost like a surreal variant of Simone Weil's thesis that the people who resisted the Nazis weren't the good, upright citizens—they were the dreamers and outcasts and cranks. (1978)

In the olden days, Noisey would have paid me $200 to attend this extremely cursed Arcade Fire yoga class

i had the pleasure of spending the last few months thinking and writing about beverly glenn-copeland, who's an absolutely tremendous musician. read all about it @nybooks.com! www.nybooks.com/online/2026/...

For many years, I've been fascinated by Souled American, the mysterious proto-alt-country band that released six albums in the '80s and '90s, then disappeared. I never thought they would release a new album, or that I'd have the privilege of writing about it for @pitchfork.com:

Lisa Marie Presley met her first husband at a Church of Scientology rehab center, her second husband at a Jackson 5 concert that Elvis took her to when she was 6, and her third husband at Johnny Ramone's birthday party. Love is out there.

I rented Leaving Neverland from the library because there's no legal way to stream it. This is why libraries (and physical media) are good.

missed a call from the Crash Test Dummies this morning

It's honestly sweet that Aimee Mann put her husband atop her list of the best living American songwriters

I really enjoyed seeing Gods and Monsters on 35mm, with an in-person introduction by Ian McKellen and Bill Condon.