We can talk about America’s great orator, Charlie “There are a trillion places for a million things to hide” Sheen, later. Right now I would just like to give Liam Gallagher his due for being The Best. Why? Because in an interview with The Quietus he said:
“I heard that f*cking Radiohead record ['The King Of Limbs'] and I just go, ‘What?!’” he said. “I like to think that what we do, we do f*cking well. Them writing a song about a f*cking tree? Give me a f*cking break! A thousand year old tree? Go f*ck yourself!”
Wait, no, that’s not it. That’s good, but that’s not it. This is it:
Speaking of Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke’s decision to take influence from the tree in question, Gallagher added: “You’d have thought he’d have written a song about a modern tree or one that was planted last week. You know what I mean?”
A MODERN TREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is THE BEST reason to be mad at someone. Not writing a song about a modern tree. I love this man. He is my Sheen. Gallagher for Sheen!!!!!
No matter how you feel about Radiohead, you have to admit there is nothing that Thom Yorke can say to defend himself. Well, yeah, of course there is. There is no reason for him to write a song about a modern tree (hahahahahahaha) over a thousand year old tree. In fact, there are definitely more compelling reasons to write about an ancient tree than a modern tree (can’t get enough). But Gallagher wins. He just does. Modern Tree.
I think Daft Punk might have replaced Smash Mouth as the Richest Band on the Planet. Or they’re about to.
Coca-Cola partners up with another major act in 2011 as they introduce the Daft Punk x Coca-Cola “Club Coke”. Produced in two distinctive colorways, mimicking the helmets worn by the French duo, the gold and silver bottles will see a limited production run beginning in March 2011. In addition to the general release at clubs, the bottles will be packaged in a collector’s box as a set, made available in exclusively through colette in Paris.
Club Coke. Subtle. Here’s the commercial, featuring Justice. JK! Featuring Hot Chip. Double JK! Featuring Daft Punk.
They are just one Shrek soundtrack away from buying and selling us all.
Via Brooklyn Vegan
This is a perfume ad directed by Sofia Coppola for Dior’s new perfume, “Miss Dior Cherie,” starring Natalie Portman. I’m giving this a distant second place to Khloe Kardashian and Lamar Odom‘s ad for their unisex perfume, Unbreakable. However, this is nice in that rich people live lovely, beautiful lives. We know this because we watch films by Sofia Coppola (and Woody Allen and Nancy Meyers). But it’s nice to be reminded of it via 30 second long commercials for luxury perfumes.
In case you didn’t notice, I’m insanely jealous and upset that this is not my life. I should probably buy the perfume. Actually, the best part of this commercial is the song. We could all use a little more Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin basically having sex in song form in our lives. Put on your headphones if your co-workers aren’t into sexy heavy breathing and let’s listen to Je t’aime moi non plus after the jump:
Here is the NSFW Red-Band trailer for Bad Teacher, starring In Her Shoes’ Cameron Diaz, The Love Guru‘s Justin Timberlake and The Office‘s Phyllis Smith
Into it! I am! I mean, sure! Looks like a fun romp what with your Billy Madison redux dodgeball jokes and what have yous. Love me a Jason Segel. By the way, do you think he and Diaz get together in the end? I sure hope so. Timberlake looks like a drip, which is a term I don’t really use, but I think it applies here. Also, Noah Munck, who plays Gibby in iCarly, is in it. That kid is funny. Yeah, I watch iCarly. It’s awesome, deal with it. Also, Jerry Trainor, CALL ME.
How you feeling after National Margarita Day? A little rough? I hope you are, because that means you celebrated the Hagar* way. You should be proud. But now you need a delicious breakfast food to help ease the pain. Might I suggest everyone’s favorite breakfast bread, banana bread? Because it’s National Banana Bread Day!
Banana Bread is so good. What other bread could take gross old bananas and make them into the most delicious of foods? It’s like breakfast alchemy. So, if the baking mood strikes you, go ahead and whip up some loaves (or muffins or mini muffins, if that’s your thing) and send a few of them my way. My address is 123 Main Street, USA, USA. Otherwise, I’m sure your local baked goods store will give you 20% off a slice of banana bread if you just mention that it’s National Banana Bread Day. Tell them Sarah Walker sent you. And then immediately duck as they try to punch you in the face. Then grab the bread and go. It’s the perfect crime**.
*Someone should write a comic strip called Hagar the Awesome (name open to debate) and chronicle the life and times of Sammy Hagar in Cabo.
** One should never steal. Unless you’re George Clooney and you’re at the helm of an elaborate heist involving ten other men.
It was not this Saturday that I myself NAILED “Sweet Child O’ Mine” at my friend’s birthday party. I sounded AWESOME. Everyone who was at the Sly Fox will tell you that I killed it. Everyone. You don’t even need to ask them you can just trust. But this guy. THIS GUY!!
This guy is the best!! He just needs to incorporate some swaying, perhaps a kilt, bandana and a catcher’s chest guard and he’ll be all set. I don’t know if we’ll be able to differentiate between the two.
The Brothers Franco, James and Dave, are adorable together. We know this. Now replace James with Emma Roberts and you’ve got this very cute music video for an awesome song, “Go Outside” by Cults.
But replace Dave with Cher and you’ve got James covering “You Haven’t Seen the Last of Me” from Burlesque:
Right on the heels of Presidents’ Day comes National Margarita Day! It makes zero sense that it isn’t a nationally recognized holiday. We should have today off from work*. Presidents work! [In this space make your own joke about Presidents not working.] Margaritas are for chillaxing with your bros in Cabo before your best bro’s wedding and just bro-ing out. That’s what we should be doing. Bro-ing out with margs. Instead, here we are, alone, pants-less, trolling the Internet, writing things we’ll later regret, which is what we should be doing after six or seven margs.
Well, it’ll be five o’clock at some point today, barring the Apocalypse, so IF YOU ARE OF AGE, go down to your local cantina and listen to James Taylor’s Mexico, NO BUFFETT, and ask for Cabo Wabo brand tequila with your marg. And then when you’re feeling appropriately saucy recreate this.
P.S. I learned that it was National Margarita Day when my friend who is watching the Hoda and Kathy Lee portion of the Today Show told me. Because OF COURSE they are celebrating it over there.
*On a personal note, I would have had today off from work to imbibe as many margs as I saw fit, but Noah decided to take skydiving lessons** today and stuck me with the blog.
**Noah is currently not skydiving. He is cave diving.
Graphic designer Lydia Leith has screen-printed souvenir barf bags for the Royal Wedding. This takes her right off the “maybe” list.
In other news, if I were Kate Middleton, as soon as I got married I’d make people refer to me and Will as “The Royal We.” And they’d have to. Or I’d send them to The Tower of London and there they’d have to pay far too much for a guided tour.