‘Cleam’ by Mister Lies is my new jam.
Meet me up, on 99
Beneath the Marco Polo sign
I'll be the one with a box of wine and a
hundred dollar car.
We can talk about, the lives we've lead
Count the reasons we're not dead
Or maybe -- we can talk instead
About the ways in which we are.
Things much beloved by Dan Dickinson.
‘Remember (Walkin’ in the Sand)’ by The Shangri-Las is my new jam.
The great thing about being a sports fan is that you can allow your emotional state to vacillate with the violence of a Jell-O entombed toad in an electric kitchen blender without resorting to the kind of pharmaceutical based medical intervention that would normally be deemed mandatory for such hyper sensitive mood swings.
— Russell Berrisford
‘The Beat Comes’ by Snowden
Probably the most pure summer jam I’ve heard in ages.
I downloaded it and quickly took it for a spin. It doesn’t appear to do much more than show a map of EVERY PIZZERIA NEARBY and then simply links to the Foursquare listing for it. Guess what already does that? FOURSQUARE. There is no discernment, no curation, no editorial opinion here. It’s basically the Yellow Pages’ pizza section. I’m glad I only spent 99¢ on this thing, but even that was too much.
It pointed me toward SBARRO for lunch, fercryinoutloud! ‘Nuff said.
Better choice: Jeff Orlick’s Real Pizza of New York. Even at about thrice the price ($2.99) it’s worth it.