Did I Just Drive Ten Kilometers In The Cold To Pet Some Random Cat For Half A Hour?

I need new music that I already know

I am now convinced that the only characters Ty Tennant knows how to play are sassy queer character

everyone should see this

The most beautiful footage of strangers dancing in public… https://twitter.com/Thorayaaa/status/1660180658646568967

ash in his final form

Comet Lovejoy, Magic Wand

average transangelic exodus propaganda

cannibalism is hot when you gay, tryhard when you're straight, beautiful when you're hozier and very funny when you're aroace

Alastor being aroace makes his dynamic with Vox like 100% funnier. It's a villain rivalry, you immediately know people will look at these two and think "they crave each other carnally", except only one of them has the capacity for it. Which is the perfect set up for a ridiculous one-sided obsession, but then Alastor is shown to be acting way more unbothered by Vox than he actually is. Dude is walking the streets of Hell menacingly staring into cameras and doesn't even have the excuse of homosexuality. Both of these fuckers are goofy as hell.

maybe you cant but ill be danmed if i cant decorate this flesh house to fit my hyperfixations

yeah

real homophobic that there is no fast walkers lane in malls

J. Totino Tedesco

cant wait for the new Apple Bone Music feature to launch

While I’m on an absolute contemporary art kick, let’s talk about the Handphone Table by Laurie Anderson.

Originally created in the late 1970’s, visitors entering the exhibit room would stumble upon an wooden table, a few chairs and a photo on the wall depicting two patrons at the same table with their elbows up and hands over their ears.

Naturally most visitors would sit down at the table and try to match the people in the picture. And in doing so, they would be quite surprised to hear Anderson’s voice coming through their hands as if she was entering their consciousness.

What they didn’t know was Anderson had installed a secret, special speaker inside the table that transmitted sound vibrations through solid material rather than air. That is to say, the listeners’ bones conducted her recorded voice.

It was a way for a performance artist to be invisible and yet still present…inside a visitor’s head.

I stumbled upon an alternate, updated version of this artwork at the Hirshhorn, where instead of her voice, I heard her droning, experimental music vibrating up my arms and into my ears (among many talents, she is also a composer). Still just as trippy and deliciously creepy though. ;)