“Later we [Culture Club] played with them a few times and they had the most unique, hypnotic sound. It’s trashy Americana, John Waters, Divine, the Shangri-La’s, high camp and bubblegum punk. The beat is everything. Fred always reminded me of Dr Zachary Smith from Lost in Space. I never thought about whether the B-52’s had a gay angle. They were just against rules in general – taking classic American kitsch and giving it a punk, space-age irreverence, like a beautiful car crash with pop surrealism. They were very camp but very funky: always on it, melodic but effortlessly free. It’s the sort of pop music that I want to hear.”
/ Boy George reflecting on the B-52’s in The Guardian /
Born on this day: happy 76th birthday to the sublime Kate Pierson (née Catherine Elizabeth Pierson, 27 April 1948) - singer, multi-instrumentalist, bouffant wig enthusiast and one of the founding members of Athens, Georgia’s essential post-punk party band the B-52’s! For me, Pierson’s spine-tingling dissonant science fiction anti-harmonies with co-vocalist Cindy Wilson are one of the defining sounds of American New Wave music. Pictured: Pierson captured by Lynn Goldsmith in the early 1980s.
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okay but y’all seen that video tho she really did herself in😵💫
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cdrw is so inspiring to me as a fucked up little wreck of a person like its freak4freak, their meet cute was in the mental ward, theyre just 2 demented little losers makin it work. love story for the ages.
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Oh my fucking god. Hold on.
The second ring of the Circle of Wrath in Dante's inferno, where those who resorted to suicide are turned into trees that are fed upon by harpies, only capable of speaking when broken.
The natural spring in the forest with the apocalypse birds where abnormalities are born.
How Carmen recreated that natural spring in the city.
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Happy Pride Month! (Pictured: Anna Nicole Smith at Los Angeles Pride, 2005).
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Binah isn't particularly good at verbally expressing herself. she much prefers actions over words, since to her, words are easy to say without meaning, so she shows her love mostly through small gestures- sorting some of your books so you don't have to, carrying you to bed when you accidentally nod off on your desk, leaving you hot cups of tea- it's a peaceful little routine
still, she knows how encouraging a few kind words can be, your own sweet remarks being part of the reason she can get through difficult days, and it's not so much that she has nothing to say, just that she's bad at speaking it aloud
so instead Binah writes a book, a small journal filled with every reason she loves you and every time she thought of you fondly. in a few days she runs out of pages, tying a ribbon around the book and leaving it on your desk for you to discover
sure enough, you approach her later in the day crying happy tears, and Binah merely hums and pulls you close in a strong, soft hug, no words needed
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