Here is an indisputable Hairpin fact: Ella Fitzgerald is better than everyone. She is perfection in human form, "the tops," and everything wonderful. I’m not sure how often you listen to Ella Fitzgerald, but her music takes up most of my listening hours.
Quite simply, her voice is transcendent. I’m pretty sure it’s both the sound of joy and sorrow, but most often smile-inducing happiness. I like Frank Rich's explanation:
“It’s not just that her singing in beautiful. It is also liberating, transporting us into a realm of pleasure beyond all barriers, whether of race and age, of jazz and pop, of high art and low, [...]
I might have landed on a different 32 if I were not trying to incorporate fair representation from all the albums, probably, and pay tribute to all of Kanye’s evolutions. They would have looked different a year ago. They would look different if I didn’t live in New York. They’d look different if I were single, if I had a different relationship history, if I had a different job.
Hairpin friend and frequent source of lipstick inspiration Casey Johnston is contributing some pretty powerful stuff to the Kanye canon; an extensively researched and methodical attempt to determine which Kanye song is her favorite.
The fact that Frances McKee and Eugene Kelly are making music together again is a bit unbelievable. After all, the pair, who formed the Glasgow-based band The Vaselines in the late 1980s, went their separate ways right before what would have been their big break: Nirvana covering “Son of A Gun” and “Molly's Lips” on Incesticide, and performing “Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam” on MTV Unplugged a year later.
Being Kurt Cobain's favorite band during the years Nirvana was everyone else's favorite band should have translated to mega-success for the duo. They were primed and ready with an excellent first full-length album, Dum-Dum. But Kelly [...]
This is old in Internet time—like a week, gross, I know—but fuck it I was away and this is one of my favorite songs and the remix is great and also wasn't today just so long and aren't we so glad it's over?!?! Happy Monday etc.
I will gratefully accept this gift should anyone be looking for a material way to prove their love for me. Suggested occasions: my birthday, Valentine's Day, a particularly shitty Tuesday, Favorite Blog Editor Day (which is not yet a thing because Barack Obama won't answer my letters but I am optimistic about our chances), bribes, etc.
The first trailer for the Amy Winehouse documentary was released today. It's just a snippet, but parts of it—"I don't think I'm gonna be at all famous. I don't think I could handle it. I would probably go mad." especially—are already rattling in my brain.
The GRAMMYS (you have to yell it every time you say it) ended more than 24 hours ago, but grown adults are still online trying to throw mud at millionaires to say who ‘deserved’ the award more. One millionaire made their music alone and had better lyrics on some of their songs, which means the other millionaire, who made their music with a bunch of people, can go eat rocks. However, the other millionaire changed the game as far as distribution goes, and their music has become almost anthemic and more ubiquitous than the other millionaire’s so maybe that millionaire should go jump in a lake. (I know my [...]
The idea for the show first occurred to David B. McCall, then president of McCaffrey and McCall Advertising, while he was on vacation with his family at a dude ranch in Wyoming. His son was struggling with learning the multiplication tables but, as McCall noticed, had no trouble at all memorizing Rolling Stones lyrics.
Here is, perhaps, my pettiest enthusiasm of all: I adoreSchoolhouse Rock. It is the thread that has kept education in this country from going to shit and if you disagree with me I will fight you on it. My mom watched it—albeit far more casually—when she was growing up in the 70s, and [...]