Mad Men - Before this show, I can’t say I was very curious about the atmosphere at Madison Avenue advertising firms circa 1960 and the drunken lives of its worker bees. But now it seems like a completely acceptable obsession to have.
Chic - I fell completely in love with Chic this fall. Especially their amazing string arrangements, apparently done by one of the Daft Punk-ers fathers (weird). I’m serious, their strings sound like the best cotton candy you’ll never have.
In the leadup to the new Rambo movie, I’ve gone back and watched the three original films. Almost anyone I’ve told this to thinks it’s an entirely ironic exercise. Yeah - I’m not saying it’s not. But it’s not solely that. I grew up with Rambo. Me and my best friend would suit up in our camouflage jackets, war paint daubed under our eyes, fake grenades strapped to our kiddie chests (bought in Chinatown - you could, probably still can, get anything there) and head up to Central Park to discover the days mission. The enemy was all around and, in fact, the enemy was often quite alarmed to spot two 9 year old mercenaries staking out positions on the rocky outcroppings behind them. At least once my mom had to intercede when a couple cops were alerted to our disconcerting presence. (more…)