choire:

1970 Was More Than 40 Years Ago

turned on Pandora’s Breeders station at Emily’s suggestion; can’t believe I’d never heard this cover before. Twin sister harmonies are different from the regular kind.

Happy New Year!

meltzer:

It’s kind of a long story whose origin I can’t even remember, but I now understand what “Picadilly Palare” is about. First breakthrough of 2010? Other topics covered: Jolibee, possible plot points for The Baby-sitters Club prequel, debtors’ prison.

In case the Sex and the City New Year made you want to kill yourself. (Thanks Dan!)

Normally by the time the New Year’s scene in the Sex and the City movie comes on I’m loling and loling. However, because today is actually New Years Eve, I’m sitting here in my pajamas, fur coat and sparkly skullcap with fat salty tears streaming down my face. For Auld Lang Syne my dears!

Noted Gossip Girl and New Yorker-published short fictionalist Dan Humphrey picks The Blonde of the Joke for his yearly top ten list.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Tiffany cause basically she was a little girl shoved into this position of playing redhead Valley Whore to Debbie Gibson’s upscale East Coast Virgin. Did you know that Debbie Gibson wrote, sang, played the instrumentals on AND produced all her own music at age fourteen? No shit! What a fuckin prodigy!

Meanwhile, Tiffany was a low-class mallrat who clearly could not afford piano lessons, much less saxophone. I remember my mom being like, “Can’t you listen to Debbie Gibson instead?” Cause despite Tiffany’s superior voice, she just seemed poor, and by extension kinda slutty and dangerous. I mean, this person was literally a child.

In my own old age I’ve come to have an appreciation for Debbie Gibson as well, but Tiffany’s music has so much more pathos, plus she has the greatest hair. In this obscure B-Side she makes a contribution to the venerable tradition of Boyfriend in Jail music, which Debbie never ever would have done.

(Also note that other than the words, the song is basically identical to Don Henley’s Boys of Summer.)

In which I respond to charges of homophobia →

i mean, i know it’s unseemly to pay attention to bad reviews but this one really bothered me.

Using Mrs. Johnny Depp to drown out the oldies station playing in this cafe. (Could anything be worse than TWO FACES HAVE I?)

Bon in the Oven →

Emily had me on her new internet cooking show to make Cinnabons and talk about The Blonde of the Joke. I’m actually too self-conscious to watch it but you should!