A good tune can do wonders for writer’s block especially when it delivers a bit of digital tease and robotic wonder. Maybe it’s just me but that’s what happened when I caught Mr. West’s Flashing Lights. This lil’ vid has all of my favourite things: dawn skies, robotic voices, strip tease, slapping beats and of course, Rita G portraying true Russ Meyer ‘vixen’ style.
Rita’s alien chick chic combines outta this world 't & a' with a real and powerful figure…I guess that’s what LL meant when he sang “they’re jingling baby,” all those years ago. I mean, fur coat, lingerie, heels and stockings – what more eye candy could you want? My interest in modern hip hop is fully restored and ‘Ye’s slurred delivery style is pretty hot, too. Check the video out on my facebook page and tell me you don’t like what you see!
On a completely different tip, Radiohead stormed my city lately providing a perfect Sunday mass of a different kind.
I didn’t need a trunk or tail to hold up an umbrella; there was no rain. In my book, rain always equals a right, royal Northern show – and I missed it. But dark storm clouds gathered nicely to the droning, melancholy monotone.
There was no dancing either; we swayed collectively like thousands of people on a tilting dancefloor, all infected with an anti-establishment, anti-social, defective gene. Simply amazing!
Rita’s alien chick chic combines outta this world 't & a' with a real and powerful figure…I guess that’s what LL meant when he sang “they’re jingling baby,” all those years ago. I mean, fur coat, lingerie, heels and stockings – what more eye candy could you want? My interest in modern hip hop is fully restored and ‘Ye’s slurred delivery style is pretty hot, too. Check the video out on my facebook page and tell me you don’t like what you see!
On a completely different tip, Radiohead stormed my city lately providing a perfect Sunday mass of a different kind.
I didn’t need a trunk or tail to hold up an umbrella; there was no rain. In my book, rain always equals a right, royal Northern show – and I missed it. But dark storm clouds gathered nicely to the droning, melancholy monotone.
There was no dancing either; we swayed collectively like thousands of people on a tilting dancefloor, all infected with an anti-establishment, anti-social, defective gene. Simply amazing!
