Backyard The Movie

This looks absolutely awesome and inspiring. Once I end up on funemployment in a couple weeks (if I end up there), I need to plan something just as badass.

via Backyard Trailer English Subtitles – YouTube.

Jam for Friday October 7th, 2011

Got about five minutes of sleep last night but am confident that this banger is going to get me through the rest of the day (if not weekend). Holy shitballs this is slick and totally going in my next Couch to 5k podcast! Skeet Skeet for president.

Sharon Van Etten “One Day” Still Great Every Day

Sharon Van Etten @ The Red Palace

Image by mikekatzif via Flickr

There are certain albums I get attached to very quickly and then as the week rolls on I am distracted by the bright shiny songs on another album. Once in a while, there are albums that, no matter what the weather is outside or what emotional state I’m in, I will always come back to celebrate.

Sharon Van Etten‘s 2010 release, “Epic”, is an album I hold close to my heart like a security blanket – or rather, an insecurity blanket when you take most of the lyrics into account.

“One Day” is my second favorite song from that album, its only competition being “Save Yourself”, which almost made me cry (I’m a big cry baby) when I watched her performance on NPR’s Tiny Desktop Concert. I literally watched the video on repeat for a good half day.

Enjoy (hopefully as much as I do):

Superbass Happy Meal Size

A huge thank you to my friend @brighieb for sending this video to me last night. I can’t stop watching it – it’s making me the happiest person who is just getting over a migraine ever. First of all, her dancing = ACES. Her choice of sidekick = don’t let that bitch outshine you girl! You know how to pick them. Her singing: Fresh to death! The final “Superbass” = includes a neck twist, finger snap and hip movement = Perfection. All of this wrapped up in a tutu with a British accent.

For those of you who don’t know me very well, I can tell you with certainty, that this little girl (minus anything girly and minus the adorable accent) was me when I was that age. Substitute in a bowl cut, some terrible Panama Jack boy shorts complete with matching button down and the entire Beastie Boys “License to Ill” album, and she and I are twinsies from different generations.