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Carl & Pete & L'Uomo Vogue: My obsession with boy models who look like greasy little drug addicts is slightly out of control. In my pursuit of more images of pretend manwhores, I purchased a shrink-wrapped Italian men's Vogue which does have many pictures of Carl and a few of Pete from the Libertines/Babyshambles. However, this issue is annoyingly free of images of actual models, since it's apparently a music issue. Well, fuck. Hey, L'Uomo Vogue, pictures of grotty guitar players are what music magazines are for! I buy men's fashion rags for the seething undercurrent of homoerotica, oiled abs, and sullen pouting, not music news. Flipping through the glossy pages, the greasy little drug addict look is prevalent, of course, but the musicians don't carry it off as well as the by-the-hour boys. Anyway,
msdaccxx? You have this yet? You want it? Or maybe scans of the relevant bits?
Tori Amos: It would be wrong to say, "The new Tori album rawks!!!!" because, well, it's Tori Amos and she obviously doesn't...but I'm enjoying it very much. After a couple of play-throughs, it's oddly familiar and very reminiscent of the last one despite not sounding much like it at all. I suppose one would call that consistency. As she is someone who did a great deal of experimentation early on in her career, I suppose being consistent isn't a terrible thing. I'm very excited to see her in Atlanta - with
rhiannonhero as my date. Or maybe I'm her date.
roadtrip: straight down to Highway 10, drive as far west as possible, head up the coast on the 101, take 90 east and at some point break north into Canada, eventually pass through Toronto, go back down south through NYC and drive down the coast to...Asheville? Maybe further? and then turn homeward. That's what I want to do later this year. This is just me preparing you for the eventual post where I try to wheedle you into letting me sleep on your couch.
Carl & Pete & L'Uomo Vogue: My obsession with boy models who look like greasy little drug addicts is slightly out of control. In my pursuit of more images of pretend manwhores, I purchased a shrink-wrapped Italian men's Vogue which does have many pictures of Carl and a few of Pete from the Libertines/Babyshambles. However, this issue is annoyingly free of images of actual models, since it's apparently a music issue. Well, fuck. Hey, L'Uomo Vogue, pictures of grotty guitar players are what music magazines are for! I buy men's fashion rags for the seething undercurrent of homoerotica, oiled abs, and sullen pouting, not music news. Flipping through the glossy pages, the greasy little drug addict look is prevalent, of course, but the musicians don't carry it off as well as the by-the-hour boys. Anyway,
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Tori Amos: It would be wrong to say, "The new Tori album rawks!!!!" because, well, it's Tori Amos and she obviously doesn't...but I'm enjoying it very much. After a couple of play-throughs, it's oddly familiar and very reminiscent of the last one despite not sounding much like it at all. I suppose one would call that consistency. As she is someone who did a great deal of experimentation early on in her career, I suppose being consistent isn't a terrible thing. I'm very excited to see her in Atlanta - with
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roadtrip: straight down to Highway 10, drive as far west as possible, head up the coast on the 101, take 90 east and at some point break north into Canada, eventually pass through Toronto, go back down south through NYC and drive down the coast to...Asheville? Maybe further? and then turn homeward. That's what I want to do later this year. This is just me preparing you for the eventual post where I try to wheedle you into letting me sleep on your couch.