1. Notes: 3 / 2 months ago 

    the-burden-of-murder asked: Hi tré I know you probably get this question a lot but I found a lot of my old music and I've fallen in love with the track 'Hold On' all over again! Is there any chance of One Hundred Hours ever doing a reunion? I would love to see you play again!

    Hey :) Thanks for your kind words… I’m so glad you’re still loving “Hold On” but I’m afraid it will be awhile yet before we do an Hours reunion… I always felt like 10 years was a good break because how can you miss us if we don’t ever leave?! ;)

    All the best

    Tre

  2. Notes: 246 / 1 year ago  from bethanyjohnson (originally from perpetua)
    "The early rounds of American Idol feature inappropriate contestants with little or no talent who are intentionally let through the cattle call weeding process. This represents an ugly and compelling entertainment spectacle that allows viewers to enjoy the drama of a few elite upper class celebrities verbally torturing some unfortunate neurotic caught in their web. These early scenes are job interviews designed to go horribly wrong. The hopeless contestants seem to deserve this fate because their grotesquely delusional overestimation of their talents and complete lack of understanding of what is expected of them by their prospective employers violates some primal sentiment of self-preservation in us. What they are really being punished for is not a lack of talent. They are being punished for being socially maladapted. Sadistic spectators at a ritual enforcement of conformity, we enjoy watching these sickly deer being culled from the herd. In the later rounds, when we root for the talented underdogs who have made it through the culling process, our sentiment shifts: now we’re thrilled at someone else’s success. But we’re also connecting with our own desire to sell out. Can this person hold on to a vestige of their humanity and individuality while achieving the extreme-sports version of selling out? American Idol openly and engagingly celebrates the triumph of commercialism over art. As viewers, we are rooting for the corporate machine that manufactures these celebrities as much as for the contestants themselves."
    -

    KILLER KARAOKE: Reality Television and the Death of the American Middle Class | Press Play

    Please go and read this extremely intelligent take on how reality tv contest shows reflect the conditions of our awful economy.

    (via perpetua)

    Interesting.

    (via bethanyjohnson)

    Exactly. Sigh.

  3. Notes: 49 / 1 year ago  from mightyflynn
    mightyflynn:

Lo$ Angele$ Angel$ of Anaheim

Photo via @MLBNetwork

Gotta love that LA money :) To be fair, they better win the Fall Classic or heads will roll. See Miami for details ;)

    mightyflynn:

    Lo$ Angele$ Angel$ of Anaheim

    Photo via @MLBNetwork

    Gotta love that LA money :) To be fair, they better win the Fall Classic or heads will roll. See Miami for details ;)

     
  4. Notes: 62 / 1 year ago  from mightyflynn
    Already counting….

    Already counting….

     
  5. Notes: 24101 / 1 year ago  from bethanyjohnson (originally from theweekmagazine)
    newsweek:

shortformblog:

theweekmagazine:

In 1860, an 11-year-old girl wrote to Abe Lincoln, suggesting he grow a beard. He not only responded, he obliged.
“Hon A B Lincoln…
Dear Sir
My father has just home from the fair and brought home your picture and Mr. Hamlin’s. I am a little girl only 11 years old, but want you should be President of the United States very much so I hope you wont think me very bold to write to such a great man as you are. Have you any little girls about as large as I am if so give them my love and tell her to write to me if you cannot answer this letter. I have got 4 brothers and part of them will vote for you any way and if you let your whiskers grow I will try and get the rest of them to vote for you you would look a great deal better for your face is so thin. All the ladies like whiskers and they would tease their husbands to vote for you and then you would be President. My father is going to vote for you and if I was a man I would vote for you to but I will try to get every one to vote for you that I can I think that rail fence around your picture makes it look very pretty I have got a little baby sister she is nine weeks old and is just as cunning as can be. When you direct your letter direct to Grace Bedell Westfield Chautauqua County New York. 
I must not write any more answer this letter right off Good bye
Grace Bedell”
Lincoln responded a few days later: 
“Miss Grace Bedell
My dear little Miss 
Your very agreeable letter of the 15th is received — I regret the necessity of saying I have no daughters — I have three sons — one seventeen, one nine, and one seven years of age — They, with their mother, constitute my whole family — As to the whiskers, having never worn any, do you not think people would call it a piece of silly affectation if I were to begin it now? 
Your very sincere well wisher,
A. Lincoln”
While he made no promises about the beard to Bedell, he stopped shaving and allowed the beard to grow not long after their exchange and was elected as the 16th president of the United States a few weeks later. On his inaugural train ride from Illinois to Washington, D.C., the president-elect stopped in Bedell’s hometown of Westfield, N.Y., and asked to meet her.

This line goes against all modern logic regarding political grooming: “All the ladies like whiskers and they would tease their husbands to vote for you and then you would be President.” But you know what? If a presidential candidate grew a beard, I would vote for him.

“All the ladies like whiskers” is prime t-shirt material. 

All the ladies like whiskers :)

    newsweek:

    shortformblog:

    theweekmagazine:

    In 1860, an 11-year-old girl wrote to Abe Lincoln, suggesting he grow a beard. He not only responded, he obliged.

    “Hon A B Lincoln…

    Dear Sir

    My father has just home from the fair and brought home your picture and Mr. Hamlin’s. I am a little girl only 11 years old, but want you should be President of the United States very much so I hope you wont think me very bold to write to such a great man as you are. Have you any little girls about as large as I am if so give them my love and tell her to write to me if you cannot answer this letter. I have got 4 brothers and part of them will vote for you any way and if you let your whiskers grow I will try and get the rest of them to vote for you you would look a great deal better for your face is so thin. All the ladies like whiskers and they would tease their husbands to vote for you and then you would be President. My father is going to vote for you and if I was a man I would vote for you to but I will try to get every one to vote for you that I can I think that rail fence around your picture makes it look very pretty I have got a little baby sister she is nine weeks old and is just as cunning as can be. When you direct your letter direct to Grace Bedell Westfield Chautauqua County New York. 

    I must not write any more answer this letter right off Good bye

    Grace Bedell”

    Lincoln responded a few days later: 

    “Miss Grace Bedell

    My dear little Miss 

    Your very agreeable letter of the 15th is received — I regret the necessity of saying I have no daughters — I have three sons — one seventeen, one nine, and one seven years of age — They, with their mother, constitute my whole family — As to the whiskers, having never worn any, do you not think people would call it a piece of silly affectation if I were to begin it now? 

    Your very sincere well wisher,

    A. Lincoln”

    While he made no promises about the beard to Bedell, he stopped shaving and allowed the beard to grow not long after their exchange and was elected as the 16th president of the United States a few weeks later. On his inaugural train ride from Illinois to Washington, D.C., the president-elect stopped in Bedell’s hometown of Westfield, N.Y., and asked to meet her.

    This line goes against all modern logic regarding political grooming: “All the ladies like whiskers and they would tease their husbands to vote for you and then you would be President.” But you know what? If a presidential candidate grew a beard, I would vote for him.

    “All the ladies like whiskers” is prime t-shirt material. 

    All the ladies like whiskers :)

    (Source: theweek.com)

     
  6. Notes: 40 / 1 year ago  from mightyflynn
    mightyflynn:

Mets vs. Braves, 1969
Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium
Photo by John Olson

Class. Happy Thanksgiving everyone :)

    mightyflynn:

    Mets vs. Braves, 1969

    Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium

    Photo by John Olson

    Class. Happy Thanksgiving everyone :)

     
  7. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
    Saturday @zero:hour. Dark room, bright tracks :) Bliss.

    Saturday @zero:hour. Dark room, bright tracks :) Bliss.

     
  8. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
    The hippie and the steam punk - Halloween 2012 ;)

    The hippie and the steam punk - Halloween 2012 ;)

     
  9. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
    Jazz drums at zero:hour tonight… Can we do it? Yes we can :)

    Jazz drums at zero:hour tonight… Can we do it? Yes we can :)

     
  10. Notes: 61 / 1 year ago  from mightyflynn
    
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.
- Walt Whitman, “O Captain! My Captain!” [excerpt], Leaves of Grass


It’s a known fact that I am not a Yankees fan, to put it mildly. But watching The Captain fall wrenched my heart… Hope he gets back up soon, baseball is better with him around.

    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
    For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You’ve fallen cold and dead.

    - Walt Whitman, “O Captain! My Captain!” [excerpt], Leaves of Grass

    It’s a known fact that I am not a Yankees fan, to put it mildly. But watching The Captain fall wrenched my heart… Hope he gets back up soon, baseball is better with him around.

     
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