i'd t.a.p.p. that
Dirty Dancer - Snoop Dogg feat. Trey Songz In the Morning - J. Cole feat. Drake
Playback - Collie Buddz
What's My Name? - Rihanna feat. Drake
I Wanna Be Your Lover - Corinne Bailey Rae [after Prince]
Hypnotize U - N.E.R.D. feat. Daft Punk
Turnt Out - The-Dream
Never Stop Loving You - Terrace Martin feat. 9th Wonder
Fool For You - Cee-Lo Green feat. Melanie Fiona
Chilling with My Chick - Badio
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
"The self is nothing without what it looks at. On its own, it’s inert. Kick it. Poke it. It seems dead. But point it at something else — Doritos, lawn darts, abandoned mines in Upper Michigan, a cappella groups, Dungeons & Dragons — and it perks up. Thus a focus on our obsessions, however nerdy, creepy, lovely, allows the self to emerge and live and blink a little in the bright light. In other words, the best way to write about ourselves is to write about something specific in the world. We don’t write about ourselves. We write ourselves." -- New York Times
ZING: Joan Didion takes Woody Allen to task for Manhattan, Annie Hall and Interiors.
'Salinger began walking, then running, alongside, still asking us to change our minds. He hit the cab—with his fist, I supposed—and the driver braked. Joe said, “Drive on!"'- When a night with J.D. Salinger goes wrong.
"I must say words as long as there are words, I must say them until they find me, until they say me - heavy burden, heavy sin; I must go on; maybe it's been done already; maybe they've already said me; maybe they've already borne me to the threshold of my story, right to the door opening onto my story; I'd be surprised if it opened." - Molloy
On Love: "Hey, man, love has never failed. It has won every battle. And today and forever more it will go on undefeated. I’m also a very loving person."
On Concept Albums: 'I felt like people have fun with concepts like that—even when you throw a party. You say, “Okay, everybody gotta come in with a broom and a witch hat and it’s a witch party.” You know what I mean? “Everybody gotta come already drunk.” '
On Recording in the Middle of the Night: "Well, my engineers kind of switch shifts like bus drivers, you know?"
On Busking in Chicago: "So I started coming down and singing and got me enough money to get a little keyboard, put some batteries in it, and start messing around and writing my own little songs. I was the highest-paid street performer, probably, in the history of Chicago. I was making like $800 a day."