Malaysian Airlines is such a slut.  On our first date, it went down on me.

Okay, so I really dig this new Ariana Grande/Jessie J/Nicki Minaj single.  Can it please be the song of the summer instead of Fancy?

This was just the thing my day needed.


Snowpiercer 2013

This movie stunned me.

My (male) friends on dreams and “the female condition.”

Lunch time + a piano = horrible musical improv.  I guess it’s share week!

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
Edward Abbey (via oceanblue88)

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Hours of online job hunting, plus an extra two cups of coffee, have finally pushed me into that sacred afternoon realm of “opera singers who try to do jazz.” Sharing because when filling out coffee shop applications, you lose all sense of shame.


Molly Pope - “Broadway Baby” with musical director Joshua Stephen Kartes at the piano.

A Tribute to Elaine Stritch

Mostly Sondheim at the Duplex

New York City

July 18, 2014

She can march right up to the middle of vibrato square and I will be waiting with open arms.

Wine spritzers, being in Nashville, and boredom. No, I did not sing what you thought I sang.

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via gllob)

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So here’s to the girls on the go—
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you’ll see what they know:
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let’s hear it for the ladies who lunch—
Everybody rise!”

Diana Damrau — “Ein Mensch Zu Sein” (The Little Mermaid)

Okay, just one more.  I’ve heard this a while back, but my goodness, is it hitting the spot today.