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dailylooneys · 2 years
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Happy 80th Birthday Tweety!
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“I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat!”........”I did! I did! I did saw a Putty Tat!“.
Happy Birthday to one of the most famous Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies character, Tweety (or Tweety Pie), originally created by Bob Clampett and later taken over by the creator of Sylvester, Yosemite Sam and Porky Pig, Friz Freleng.
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Originally named Orson and was left unnamed in his first appearance “A Tale of Two Kitties”, until Tweety’s second film, “Birdy and the Beast”. 
Tweety’s voice and characteristics were modeled after a then well-known fictional radio character “Junior, the Mean Widdle Kid” by actor as Red Skelton.
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Clampett would go on to direct a couple more Tweety shorts until his depature. He originally planned to direct Tweety’s fourth cartoon, “Tweetie Pie”, but was taken over by Friz Freleng and won the Academy Award.
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In a similar approach to Tex Avery, Clampett was more interested in one-shots (once stated, after a few Bugs Bunny cartoons, he became bored with the character), which may be the reason why he didn’t create as many characters as Jones, Freleng or even McKimson, aside from Tweety, there was also Beaky Buzzard.
Clampett’s original Tweety was intentionally sadistic while still maintaining his cutesy demeanor, whereas Freleng’s Tweety was later toned down significantly (very much like Jones did with Bugs and Daffy in the 1950s onward), making the character innocent, naïve and, for most of the part, unaware of the danger around, however, at least a few of Freleng’s Tweety short would include some of Clampett’s original characterstics, until Tweety’s sadistic nature was entirely gone. 
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Freleng’s Tweety’s designed him with even less exaggeration. 
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Freleng paired up Sylvester with Tweety, much to the disagreement with the cartoon directors’ new producer, Eddie Selzer, who protested that Sylvester and  the unnamed woodpecker from 1945′s “Peck Your Troubles Away”, Freleng refused and, according to him, he angrily placed a paper-and-pencil to his producer’s desk and stormed out. Later, Selzer agreed to have Freleng make a Sylvester and Tweety cartoon short, the first one with them, as stated, won the Academy Award, and the rest is history! 
Like there competitors, Tom & Jerry, Sylvester & Tweety became labeled as “one of the best duos in animation history”, and who can argue with that statement! These duos starred in some of the best shorts ever made!!!
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jrockzart · 2 years
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Happy 80th Birthday to Tweety Bird!
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acmeoop · 1 year
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Looney Circus House Ad (1980s)
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80YEARS OF TWEETY 🐥🎨🖌 80years of TWEETY collaboration! We will be exhibiting custom-painted statues! TWEETY生誕80周年コラボ! スタチュー(立像)をカスタムペイントした作品です! ・ ・ TWEETY80周年コラボ🐥🎨🖌 カスタムペイント作品の、各所の写真をアップします📸 LOONEY TUNESのキャラクター全部を散りばめ、イニシャルをストリートなボムスタイルで、ポップでカラフルにまとて描きました😆 グラデーションしたり細かな表現していて、ヌイグルミみたいな素材が大変で頑張りました🎨🖌 ・ 今回のアップには、 #ロードランナー #マービンザマーシャン #スピーディーゴンザレス #タズマニアンデビル #ポーキーピッグ #プッシーフット の部分をアップしコレで全部です🙆‍♂️ ・ ・ 「第14回渋谷芸術祭2022〜SHIBUYA ART SCRAMBLE〜」 Culture_connect「TWEETY/渋谷芸術祭2022」 🐥🎨🖌 ■Culture_connect「TWEETY | 渋谷芸術祭2022」 アニメ「ルーニー・テューンズ」に登場する黄色いカナリア、トゥイーティー!2022年に生誕80周年を迎えることを記念し、ワーナー・ブラザース コンシューマープロダクツとのパートナーシップのもと、渋谷芸術祭2022とのコラボレーションが実現!渋谷に集まるダイバーシティーに富んだクリエイター達による独創的デザインのスタチュー全22作品が、渋谷・原宿エリアの各所にて期間限定展示されます。 <展示アーティスト> 開催日時: 2022年11月3日(木)~11月23日(水)※会場により展示時間/期間は異なります。 アーティスト: SHINJIRO TANAKA、GAKU IGARASHI、福島 滉平、Ochiro、JACK PAINTON、山森冬美、Takayuki Sakai、SHOOHASHI / 大橋祥、ダコタ・ローズ、Chiba Yusuke、TaKuʻ ,n、クリスティーナ 新、佐々木ここあ、高崎聖渚、HOKUTO、文化学園大学 川原玲、文化学園大学 今野桃花、文化学園大学 江刺家瑠南、文化服装学院 ファッションテキスタイル科3年:苫米地美羽/河合あかね1年:伊原樹里/道林友梨子、田守美夏、リーバイパタ、吉田明恵(全22作品) 展示場所: ラフォーレ原宿、MIYASHITA PARK、WANDER COMPASS SHIBUYA、渋谷区観光協会、渋谷区文化総合センター大和田、渋谷スクランブルスクエア、shibuya-san、東京アニメセンターin DNP PLAZA SHIBUYA(渋谷MODI内)、東急プラザ渋谷、UPLIGHT CAFÉ、西武渋谷店(全11ヶ所) 料  金:無料展示 主  催:ワーナー ブラザース ジャパン合同会社 コンシューマープロダクツ @tnk02/ @gaku1121 @kouhey24 @ochirosart/ @jackpainton @fuyumi_15 @koti.rose @sara__0601/ @kokoa.1003/ @seina_xy_albage/ @hokuto.yoshino.16_official @looneytunes_jp @looneytunes @warnerbrosentertainment @warnerjp_official @city_shibuya_official @shibuyaculturescramble @play_shibuya @laforet_h/ @miyashitapark_ @shibuya_scramble_square @uplight_cafe/ @shibusei_seibu_shibuya ・ ・ #渋谷芸術祭 #渋谷芸術祭2022 #SHIBUYAARTSCRAMBLE #Culture_connect #TWEETY #TWEETY80 #TWEETY80th #トゥイーティー #トゥイーティー80周年 #トゥイーティーコラボ #80YEARSOFTWEETY #カスタムペイント #custompaint  #Ochiro #SHOOHASHI #大橋祥 #JACKPAINTON #ミヤシタパーク #miyashitapark #looneytunes ・ ・ ・ <JACK PAINTON schedule> 9/18(19) ※🌪悪天=延期/調整中 「コンテナペイント&キャンプ」プライベートイベント NNF(愛知県岡崎市) 12/18 『DE CULTURE SHOCK with SNEAKERS CONVENTION NAGOYA』ライブペイント ナディアパーク(愛知県名古屋市) 1/21 『』ライブペイント(愛知県名古屋市) 現在購入可能なアパレルやCD等デザインした物多数 ※各種ご依頼やお誘い等、個人もお気軽にお待ちしています♪ (各地に行きたいです) (Miyashita Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClyDmrVyzrR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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A Walk Down Memory Lane - Coyote
Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado / Bradshaw! Fem! OC | Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Bradshaw! Reader w/ a callsign (Tweety), no other descriptors, suggestive references, Third Person POV
This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.
Summary: Rooster and Tweety Bradshaw look through their mom’s belongings as Tweety’s wedding to Coyote approaches.
A.N. This was purely born out of a terrible joke. Since Tweety (Bird) and (Wile E.) Coyote are both Looney Tunes characters. And Tweety is a bird, so it's a Bradshaw callsign, obviously.
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I'll just escort myself out.
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“Turn right here,” Tweety told Coyote, pointing at the upcoming intersection.
Coyote followed her directions and headed down the road to the storage unit facility. After their mom passed, Tweety and Rooster rented out a unit for the stuff from their childhood home. Over the years, Tweety and Rooster cleaned it out bit by bit, but there was still quite a mess left. And now that they were both putting down more permanent roots, it was time to finally clean it all out.
“Are you ready for this?” Coyote asked Tweety, who nodded in return.
“Yeah. It’s time,” she replied, staring straight ahead. Smiling over at her fiancé, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“Of course,” Coyote replied, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You let me know if you need a moment or anything.”
“I will,” Tweety promised him.
She directed Coyote over to their specific storage unit. Coyote backed up his truck, placing his hand on the back of Tweety’s seat to see better, before putting the truck in park. They got out of Coyote’s truck and Tweety pulled out her keys to the unit. With a quick flick of her wrist, Tweety unlocked the door and they pushed it up together.
There were several stacks of cardboard boxes and miscellaneous furniture scattered around the storage unit. A bunch of clutter blocked the manmade aisles between the boxes, but it honestly was not as bad as Tweety or Coyote was expecting it to be.
“Did you want to wait for Rooster and Mav?” Coyote asked, turning to his fiancée.
“No, I’m sure that they’ll be here soon.”
And true to Tweety’s word, as she and Coyote started to pull out some of the cardboard boxes, Bradley pulled up in the Bronco. Rooster hopped out of his car and strutted over, still dressed like he was walking out of the ‘80s.
“Where’s Mav?” Tweety asked, putting down another cardboard box.
“He should be right behind me with the trailer,” Rooster stated, gesturing behind him. “Did you find anything good?”
“We just started,” Coyote stated, opening the box that he carried out. “This looks like a bunch of old records and everything.”
“Is the record player in there too?” Rooster asked, stepping up beside Coyote.
“Even if it isn’t, you can just find one online,” Tweety reasoned, pulling out a record.
The sound of a rattling trailer caused Rooster, Tweety, and Coyote to pick their heads up. Maverick waved to them through the window before parking beside the Bronco with his trailer facing the storage unit. Maverick slid out of his car and walked around.
“What do you have there?” Maverick asked, walking over to them.
“Some of Dad’s old records,” Tweety replied, holding out the record that she grabbed from the pile.
Maverick took the record from Tweety and let out a humorous noise to himself. Tweety and Rooster shared a confused look while Coyote handed Tweety some more of the records in the box.
“What?” Tweety asked her godfather.
“I’m pretty sure that this was your parent’s go-to album,” Maverick explained, causing Rooster to frown with confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Their. . . you know,” Maverick trailed off, gesturing in a way that made Rooster and Tweety go green.
“Gah!”
“What the fuck, Mav!?”
“Please stop talking!”
“Burn that!”
“What songs are on that?” Coyote joked, leaning over to look at it.
“Javy, no!” Tweety yelled, pulling her fiancé away from the cursed record.
“What? It doesn’t hurt to know.”
“We already have a playlist. I’m not adding any of my parents’ sex songs to our playlist,” Tweety replied, causing Rooster to gag.
“Oh, my fucking—can you all just shut up!?”
“I’ll just set this aside,” Maverick chuckled, placing it back in the box.
“That whole box is contaminated now. One of you can take it,” Tweety stated, shaking her head.
After unpacking some more emotional trauma from finding their parents’ old sex song record, Tweety and Rooster started sorting through the contents of the unit with Coyote and Maverick’s help. The two Bradshaw siblings took what they wanted and whatever they didn’t want, Maverick set aside in a pile to take to a second-hand store or the dump.
“Hey, I found Mom’s wedding dress,” Rooster called from the back of the storage unit.
“Can you bring it out?”
Rooster set the slightly weathered rectangular box on the ground. Tweety kneeled down and cut through the tape wrapped around it. Sifting through the plastic, Tweety pulled out her mom’s wedding dress for all of them to see.
Though time had yellowed the fabric, the lace patterns of the bodice were still quite pristine given the circumstances. And maybe with a little treatment, Tweety would be able to salvage some of it for her own wedding dress.
“Are you thinking of wearing it for your wedding?” Maverick asked, stopping beside Tweety.
“I won’t be seven months pregnant at my wedding, so I don’t think that’ll work,” Tweety replied with a small smile. She pulled out the front of the dress to show the extra fabric. “See how much space Bradley’s fat head took up.”
“Very funny,” Rooster scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Did you happen to see the box with her veil and everything back there? I can’t wear her dress, but I was hoping to salvage the veil,” Tweety requested from her brother. 
“Let me look again.”
Rooster shuffled a few more boxes around before pulling out a smaller one from the stack. Together, the Bradshaw siblings shifted through the box. After a quick search, Tweety pulled out Carole’s veil, which was preserved in a thin cardboard box.
“Should I see this?” Coyote asked Tweety, who shrugged in response.
“It’s up to you. I already bought the dress, so that’s still a surprise,” she replied, sharing a smile with Coyote. “But if you want to wait until our wedding day, I understand.”
“I’ll just do some sorting over there. Let me know when you’re done,” Coyote decided after a moment.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and stood up, busying himself so that he was fully surprised on their wedding day. Tweety waited until Coyote was a few steps away with his back to her before pulling out her mom’s veil.
Tweety was relieved to find that her mom’s veil was still intact. It was a little yellowed, just like her dress was, and there were a few tears and runs here or there. But with a little bit of delicate bleaching and a few minor repairs, it would be perfect for her wedding.
“That’ll be beautiful on you, sweetheart,” Maverick assured Tweety, who tried to not tear up herself.
“I know. It even matches my dress,” she replied, running her thumb over the lace.
“Well, now I’m glad that I didn’t see it,” Coyote called, causing Tweety to smile over at him.
“You got a lacy dress?” Rooster commented, looking down at the veil.
“I’m not going to say,” Tweety stated, glancing over at her fiancé. “You were invited, Brad Brad, but you chose not to come.”
“You insult my fashion sense every other week. Why would you want my opinion?”
“Hey,” Tweety snipped, pointing a finger at her brother. “I insult your fashion sense every week, not every other week.” Grinning to herself, Tweety packed away her mom’s veil. “And besides, I wanted you to come to take pictures of Maverick’s reactions.”
“Is it true that you cried?” Coyote called to Maverick from inside the storage unit.
“A little bit,” Maverick admitted, waving his hand to the side.
“A lot,” Tweety corrected Maverick before putting away her mom’s veil in Coyote’s truck. “Javy, honey, it’s put away.”
Coyote walked out of the storage unit with some more boxes to sort through. But when he stepped beside Rooster, he lowered his voice.
“Phoenix sent me the video of Maverick crying,” Coyote whispered to Rooster, like he was trading government secrets.
“Can you send it to me?” Rooster immediately asked him.
“‘Course.”
They finished sorting through the storage unit and started to pack up for the day. And once everything was swept up and tied down, it was time to say goodbye.
“Well, I guess that’s the end of an era,” Tweety sighed, staring up at the storage unit.
“Think of it as a start to a new one,” Maverick stated wisely, standing between the two Bradshaw kids with Coyote standing on Tweety’s other side. “I mean, you’re getting married in a few months, Tweety. And Rooster is . . .” Tweety tried to hide a giggle as Rooster turned to Maverick with a lightly annoyed expression. “. . . leasing a new apartment on his own and—”
“—Really, Mav?” Rooster interjected, very much offended.
Tweety let out a laugh and leaned against an amused Coyote as Maverick fumbled for a recovery on that verbal disaster. Coyote pressed a kiss to the top of Tweety’s head and grabbed her hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, just checking in.
“Yeah, I’m good,” she assured him, smiling brightly. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“Anytime,” Coyote replied softly. “I can’t wait to see you in that veil.”
“Just the veil?” Tweety quipped, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Maybe after the wedding,” Coyote stated, causing Tweety to grin.
“We can still hear you!” Rooster announced loudly, ruining their moment.
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jelqman22 · 8 months
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all gen X know is laugh at tweety bird quote Ferris Beuller and listen to top hits from the 80s
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twinkpoll · 1 year
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Does Tweety count? not nominating him, but google says he's 80 :/
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You tell me, anon. This is on you, I want no part of it.
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termiteterraceclub · 1 year
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Termite Terrace Club - June 14th
Honoring Arthur Davis (1905-2000)
1933 - Bosko the Sheep-Herder - Dir. Hugh Harman
1947 - Along Came Daffy - Dir. Friz Freleng
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2011 - The Looney Tunes Show Season 1: “Casa de Calma” (The Laff Riot pilot reworked into the first produced episode of the show, with some additional material for the sitcom format.)
Merrie Melodies: “Casa de Calma”
Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote: “Sail Fail”
2022
“King Tweety” - Dir. Careen Ingle. Tweety is next in line for the throne in the Canary Islands. This direct to video film is specially commissioned for Warner Bros.’ 80 Years of Tweety campaign.
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Lana LP1-4 Reviews
Here I will be listening through the first 4 LPs of Lana Del Rey for the first time, as a late-in-life super fan (Post-NMR poser). Sorry for anything perceived as hate, I do love this woman. 
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Born to Die (2012)- This is when the trip hop beats feel a bit canned and temporally displaced from their English, 90s origins in an awkward way, and the strings feel a little canned too— reaching for Zimmer-esque grandeur but falling short. She also uses voices on this that eventually disappear completely from her repertoire, sometimes evoking weird freak-folk stuff like CocoRosie but in a bad girl poet context. She does a Lolita or Little Orphan Annie thing on track 2 Off to the Races, and becomes a weepy tweety bird lush hiccuping her way through Blue Jeans, and I do not bemoan the loss of this slutty b-tier Bond girl schlock she would eventually shed and become more direct about critiquing. It was probably always critique of the male gaze all along, but the lines are blurrier in the beginning for sure when she isn’t willing to so eloquently describe the dimensions of her containment within a patriarchal system. 
I imagine how much this must have spoken to the “bad” yet vaguely creative-seeming girls I knew in high school. Lana offered them a clarion call to actualization. By the time this came out though, I was in college working at an Urban Outfitters, and I remember distinctly that the cover photo with the sheer collared blouse and the anal-y coiffed, voluminous Auburn-dyed hair. It just seemed like a in-store promo. “this must be the UO special edition” I thought to myself. 
But no, this is how Lana presented, and it happened to coincide with a stupid new idea of the “hipster” that flourished under Obama. Irony, and something about the 60s and 80s and mustache memes all coincided in a fresh new hell that Lana could slot into. But she wasn’t neat and tidy like, say, Vampire Weekend. She was a bad girl. But was it just a bad girl character on par with early Gaga with her vacant party girl shenanigans? Was it new? Ultimately Lizzie Grant will of course go on to reveal the artifice in full, proving the authenticity of the bit as artifice and then go on to remove the mask and invite us in forreal, not just into another one of her haunted mirror labyrinths of lust. 
But as I already knew, Lana is less interesting here when she is refusing to take off the mask. This character could definitely speak deeply to someone who sees themselves as actually living a life comparable to that of this Lana Del Rey creation, and the stunning vividity with which the bit is rendered can be engrossing on its own. If all I can hear is the bit, the character, the “mask”, though, well then it’s all artifice without the true artistry she would harness later on and I question what lies beneath without much of an answer in sight. Video Games might come the closest as obvious as it sounds. The critique of her own character and of the culture at large becomes a little more defined. 
The contours of MTV’s idea of reality and its failing in the broader context of the 20th century, so tacky and Ed Hardy-ized compared to this misremembered flapper era opulence she insists on reminding us of, it all feels like the ultimate Punk-ing. To dog us all like that while also presenting as the ultimate specimen of a post MTV world. What would you have us do Lana? Go back to the 20s, be rich and white? Go back to the “Gay 1890”s and live for crystalline jazz singers hanging from chandeliers as champagne showers over us, absolving us of our post-industrial, Walmart-ified sins and burning us in a holy conflagration. Nice try Lana, but you’re gonna need to try again next time. Game Over. 
7.2/10 (Little more about the music… the writing, the beats, everything is serviceable here, the production helps things never become sleepy, which her vocal stylings might have eventually done. She does not hold back in terms of describing every cubic inch of the world-view of this Lana character. This is not just instagram filter music. It is deeply realized and sometimes novel-esque, if only in terms of seeming like a 11th grader’s slightly last-minute book report on Gatsby. But the ultra textual-density is all already there all along, sheer lyrical depth on par only with conscious rappers. You will not normally find this many words on any other pop records in 2011, that I can almost guarantee. And you also will not find such an utterly and deeply realized aesthetic world, unlike anything any other starlet was even attempting at the time.)
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Ultraviolence (2014)
She’s singing softly again, like she always does. 
She’s coming on to me, (the gay male listener). 
After work, she pulls me in close by my blue paisley-patterned tie and I’m overwhelmed by her Chanel. She’s pulled me back into her world again and I’m hers completely, again and again and again~
This is the one where Lana steps out of the filtered instagram images evoking an abstract past and into the technicolor world of reality, where the Pygmalion of Lizzie Grant’s mind walks full-figured and flesh-covered from out of the mall displays like Kim Catrall in Mannequin (1987). But instead of a bright new future for Lana, this newfound realness comes more in the form of the specificity of a monochromatic, noir landscape and a world utterly described. 
Right off the bat, atmosphere seems to have taken on new importance. On her first outing, Lana was proving she was a real girl who could walk and talk. But on UV, now she has a whole windswept seaside to herself to pal around— she isn’t just Off to the Races anymore, but instead insists that every grassy lawn that exists in America is part of her vivid world, which now includes the aesthetics of the films of Lynch and Tim Burton as touchstones. The way they too revel in revealing the decay hidden by suburban facade through film, is also intrinsic to Lana’s music. 
This tension too is a part of her world, alongside all the F. Scott Fitzgerald signifiers— sometimes she even seems to be singing to us from the snow globe of Citizen Kane. A starlet tripping the light fantastique in Gotham’s red light district, but now speaking more directly about matters of the soul than merely of the body. And to really Make it Real, she extends her references explicitly: 
They think I don't understand
The freedom land of the seventies
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
(on Shades of Cool). Well okay then Lana, maybe you are more than a mood board. Maybe you like Didion and Kerouac, that tracks. Does she actually like Nabokov or is Lolita entirely useful to her for surface-level reasons? In early interviews she speaks of Cobain and Cash and Dylan, the greats of every genre. And here she does seem more genre-minded… if the trip-hop on LP1 seemed almost out of place under her Jazz age affect, then by leaning into the noir and the gothic that someone like Portishead always channeled, she brings her work closer to something of undeniable substance. Whether she is a trust-fund kid yucking it up in Brooklyn and cultivating a personality made up of vapid cultural cherry-picking, or if she is in fact slyly making fun of that girl is besides the point. She’s real now and she’s here and she’s taking (some) questions. 
She tells us on Sad Girl that she’s “a sad girl”. Not just in the summertime then? Do we take her word for it, or is this simply clarification. But we should have known that a being trapped in nostalgia like her early incarnation so clearly is, that she could not possibly be happy constantly looking back like that (or else looking in the mirror). That’s what fast sex and Chiffon is for, always has been, to distract from always looking to find one’s future hidden somewhere in the past. 
Generally, we’re introduced to a laconic Lana here. Gone mostly are the peppy, borderline creepy Lolita-isms, and most of the higher BPMs. Now there is darkness and there is violence in its wake. But whether it’s the literal violence of the darkest of relationships or the violence of what ensues when a Fame Monster begins to consume and digest an individual, as it had thoroughly begun to do to Lana, well that all depends on perspective. 
Lana had had her awkward SNL performance by now. She had already moved past the discourse around ideas that she was merely an “industry plant”. Something about the times back then and how Adele was the only pop star we allowed to write in a singer-songwriter mode had us truly questioning if this unique artist could possibly be real. “Fucked My Way to the Top” says to stuff all of that, that it’s not that deep. And we’re inclined to believe her. 
Lou Reed is mentioned. The beats too. But so is Axel Rose. And the drugged out Lolita returns roughly one time, on Florida Kilos, towards the end. But she’s mostly resolved to stay in ballad mode. She leaves bread crumbs, but the destination isn’t the point. Lana’s artistry here by merely existing as it does seems to say over and over to stop the meaningless discourse. To just shut up. ‘Here is some art that I made, that i needed to make’, she seems to say. And if the mood board seems more varied and specific this time than just ‘The Great Gatsby,’ well I think we’re inclined to keep believing her. She could have truly pulled back and become pure caricature after LP1. Instead she leaned in, slowed it down, clarified herself, and spoke of an all consuming darkness. A decade later and she’s still finding light amidst all the death and the violence of a Cruel World. 
8.3/10
Honeymoon (2015)
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Well, so I have a confession to make. A bit of a mask-off moment for myself after so much talk of character and artifice. It turns out, embarrassingly enough, that I simply have trouble getting into or distinguishing a lot of early Lana. I say that as a super-fan of the recent 4 LPs, but that may not qualify much. Those who go all the way back with Lana are the real ones. And now that I think of it, more of BTD may have stood out to me than LP2 and 3. Despite the sunny cover featuring our honey looking glamorous in a sun hat, this album mostly continues the thread of dark glamour and decayed opulence she began to focus on between her debut and this 3rd full length outing. 
A bit of background: As is the case with many recent bangwagoners, Norman Fucking Rockwell is the moment I went from being a sometimes curious spectator to full stan. Specifically, with the initial utterance on that record (Goddamn, man child/ you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you), Lana had kicked down a backdoor in my mind and ever since that day, she has been with me. Even in 2019, that last summer before COVID, when the greatest ruled both my mind and my piano alike, I remember thinking: Oh, I should go back to her older LPs, right? But even then I knew the answer. It simply might not be for me, that earlier stuff. 
And why? The answer either does not exist clearly or is an uncomfortable one. NFR bandwagoners like me should almost feel a need to explain clearly that we are not actually just stans of Jack Antonoff’s production. It might feel that way given the data... he starts working with on her on LP5 which is the first to make a serious ripple on tastemakers’ AotY lists after years of resistance. And then he has been a mainstay collaborator ever since. But that can’t be it. I refuse to give a man credit when the majority of the words and melodies are hers. So what is it? Well, that is something to speak of when I do get to NFR and the material that followed. 
For now, I will focus on Lana’s honeymoon phase, even if it is a honeymoon as tragic as her Ultraviolence days. Much of this glides by my ears, and unlike post-2018 material, neither the melodies nor the lyrics often truly grab me. Now to be clear, nothing is bad, nothing is offensive... it’s all often so lovely. And on-brand. But it’s more than beautifully on-brand, right?
Well if the first two LPs had me thinking so much of the character of Lana, well then Honeymoon is the record that has me thinking more about the listener. The listener that Lana imagines when writing, the one she is singing to. Both the imagined one and the literal actual one. She is a girl between the ages of 14 and 24 I believe. She may or may not have had dog-eared copies of Gatsby or Lolita on her dorm-room desk. A poster of Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss on the wall. Does she have crystals? Thoughts about astrology? (yes). 
Does she have a troubled past and upbringing? I think she likely does. That this platonic listener of my dreams, whose spirits still haunt r/lana and r/lanita alike, that she truly receives from beyond through these records, of that I am sure. That there is healing for that girl inside of these songs, positive. 
I know that several times this girl has moved on from Lana only to return when she needed her most. After a big breakup, or a big meltdown or a really, really bad day at work. But Lana’s songs are also there in the good moments. Nothing here is so blatantly “sad” that it cannot also just mostly be “pretty,” beautiful and transcendent of being emotionally one-note. Fodder for a road trip to the Grand Canyon. Or a time in her life when everything is calm and she can’t believe that death and violence is behind her now. Lana has and will soundtrack all of that for her. New songs to paper over the walls of her own mind with every year or so.
And so now something like Honeymoon is alive for me again. Because I understand at this point, that this is a conversation. And if I am not always one end of this two-way, than I am lucky enough to hopefully (and not intrusively, unwantedly) take part. Maybe some things, for some people, should stay behind glass. It might not be for me per se, and that’s ok. 
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Lust for Life (2017)
She looks the most like my mom on this cover photo. And this is the first time she’s so clearly gone for a 60s thing... specifically a 1967, Summer of Love thing, Haigh-Ashburry, San Francisco, She’s Leaving Home kind of thing. It’s all right there on the cover and in that smile, and the daisies in her hair, if not always the actual music. 
So then this is the far-flung future for Lana. If her music and image and her character was always so haunted by some kind of vague 20s-through-the-50s specter of the recently Old World, then now she’s inhabiting a time that some of our parent’s might actually remember. And to make her intentions clear, that vibrato’d out surf guitar bass on opening track ‘Love’ screams Nancy Sinatra. And the white lace chiffon 
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in-thrifting-color · 1 year
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Back again with pt.2! This is a ali exclusive find! She took the little one with her to one of the many flea markets and found this absolute gem of a vintage shirt! This is a heavy cotton shirt with an awesome houndtooth pattern woven into it, solid steel Warner Bros. Buttons and the back has this glorious fully embroidered scene of Looney Tunes characters including; Bugs Bunny, Marvin the Martian, The Tasmanian Devil, Tweety Bird, Sylvester the Cat, Roadrunner, Willy-E Coyote, and Daffy Duck. And to top the whole 80's/90's vibe, the letters are embroidered over denim! We would have kept this one for ourselves if it was just a bit smaller. ----------------------------- Available now on our Poshmark, link is in our bio ----------------------------- #thriftedshirts #thriftscore #thrifted #thrifting #thriftedclothes #thrifftedfashion #thriftstoretreasures #thriftstorefinds #vintageshirt #vintageclothingforsale #vintageclothes #vintagesale #vintage #looneytunes #looneytunesvintage #vintagelooneytunes #vintagelooneytunesshirt #looneytunesmerch #poshmark #poshmarkseller #poshmarkstore #poshmarkshop https://www.instagram.com/p/CpX-jZYJsIt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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bluebeetle · 2 years
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tired of adults being like to me “oh you’ve probably never heard of <thing from before i was born>” and its always like. something pretty famous but also like.... something my parents woulda shown me. like. most popular music from the 70s-80s. looney toons. VHS’s we had em. floppy disks we had ‘em. there only being 3 channels on tv. 
actually the looney tunes one drives me up the wall bc it was literally on TELETON EVERYDAY! One of the main kids channels in Canada! I watched the Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show like, obsessively!!!!!
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femalesonicexe2 · 1 year
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I posted 1,771 times in 2022
61 posts created (3%)
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I tagged 80 of my posts in 2022
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I saw the Daffy version so I made one for Marvin
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My first tiktok
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THEY KNOW
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I put a bit of my fanfic into an ai
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My #1 post of 2022
Chris pratt this Jack Black that
ERIC FREAKING BAUZA OF BUGS BUNNY DAFFY DUCK MARVIN MARTIAN AND TWEETY BIRD FAME IS THE VOICE OF THE KOOPAS
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acmeoop · 1 year
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Looney Stand-Off
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jackpaint · 2 years
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80YEARS OF TWEETY 🐥🎨🖌 80years of TWEETY collaboration! We will be exhibiting custom-painted statues! TWEETY生誕80周年コラボ! スタチュー(立像)をカスタムペイントした作品です! ・ ・ TWEETY80周年コラボ🐥🎨🖌 カスタムペイント作品の、各所の写真をアップします📸 LOONEY TUNESのキャラクター全部を散りばめ、イニシャルをストリートなボムスタイルで、ポップでカラフルにまとて描きました😆 ・ 今回のアップには、 #バックスバニー #シルベスターキャット #ワイリーコヨーテ #ダフィーダック #ローラーバニー の部分をアップしました🙆‍♂️ ・ ・ 「第14回渋谷芸術祭2022〜SHIBUYA ART SCRAMBLE〜」 Culture_connect「TWEETY/渋谷芸術祭2022」 🐥🎨🖌 ■Culture_connect「TWEETY | 渋谷芸術祭2022」 アニメ「ルーニー・テューンズ」に登場する黄色いカナリア、トゥイーティー!2022年に生誕80周年を迎えることを記念し、ワーナー・ブラザース コンシューマープロダクツとのパートナーシップのもと、渋谷芸術祭2022とのコラボレーションが実現!渋谷に集まるダイバーシティーに富んだクリエイター達による独創的デザインのスタチュー全22作品が、渋谷・原宿エリアの各所にて期間限定展示されます。 <展示アーティスト> 開催日時: 2022年11月3日(木)~11月23日(水)※会場により展示時間/期間は異なります。 アーティスト: SHINJIRO TANAKA、GAKU IGARASHI、福島 滉平、Ochiro、JACK PAINTON、��森冬美、Takayuki Sakai、SHOOHASHI / 大橋祥、ダコタ・ローズ、Chiba Yusuke、TaKuʻ ,n、クリスティーナ 新、佐々木ここあ、高崎聖渚、HOKUTO、文化学園大学 川原玲、文化学園大学 今野桃花、文化学園大学 江刺家瑠南、文化服装学院 ファッションテキスタイル科3年:苫米地美羽/河合あかね1年:伊原樹里/道林友梨子、田守美夏、リーバイパタ、吉田明恵(全22作品) 展示場所: ラフォーレ原宿、MIYASHITA PARK、WANDER COMPASS SHIBUYA、渋谷区観光協会、渋谷区文化総合センター大和田、渋谷スクランブルスクエア、shibuya-san、東京アニメセンターin DNP PLAZA SHIBUYA(渋谷MODI内)、東急プラザ渋谷、UPLIGHT CAFÉ、西武渋谷店(全11ヶ所) 料  金:無料展示 主  催:ワーナー ブラザース ジャパン合同会社 コンシューマープロダクツ @tnk02/ @gaku1121 @kouhey24 @ochirosart/ @jackpainton @fuyumi_15 @koti.rose @sara__0601/ @kokoa.1003/ @seina_xy_albage/ @hokuto.yoshino.16_official @looneytunes_jp @looneytunes @warnerbrosentertainment @warnerjp_official @city_shibuya_official @shibuyaculturescramble @play_shibuya @laforet_h/ @miyashitapark_ @shibuya_scramble_square @uplight_cafe/ @shibusei_seibu_shibuya ・ ・ #渋谷芸術祭 #渋谷芸術祭2022 #SHIBUYAARTSCRAMBLE #Culture_connect #TWEETY #TWEETY80 #TWEETY80th #トゥイーティー #トゥイーティー80周年 #トゥイーティーコラボ #80YEARSOFTWEETY #カスタムペイント #custompaint  #Ochiro #SHOOHASHI #大橋祥 #JACKPAINTON #ミヤシタパーク #miyashitapark #looneytunes ・ ・ ・ <JACK PAINTON schedule> 9/18(19) ※🌪悪天=延期/調整中 「コンテナペイント&キャンプ」プライベートイベント NNF(愛知県岡崎市) 12/18 『DE CULTURE SHOCK with SNEAKERS CONVENTION NAGOYA』ライブペイント ナディアパーク(愛知県名古屋市) 1/21 『』ライブペイント(愛知県名古屋市) 現在購入可能なアパレルやCD等デザインした物多数 ※各種ご依頼やお誘い等、個人もお気軽にお待ちしています♪ (各地に行きたいです) (Miyashita Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClqZJOUyhOh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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owocmgjive · 2 months
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I’ve just arrived in Northeast Florida. I went to Walmart and everyone there smiled at me and said hello. The girl I went with said to me,
“Does everyone here look weird to you because you’re not from here?” And I said no. But after she said that, looking at the people in that Walmart made me want to go behind the deli counter and stick my face on the meat slicer. I thought, what are the odds one of these people in this Walmart in Southwest Jacksonville has a bottle of oxycodone on them? What are the odds I can rob them of it?
We kept going up and down the aisles, putting our items in the cart. A value size bag of mini M&M’s, Bryer’s peach cobbler ice cream, a twelve pack of Diet Coke. The girl I was with’s card declined, so I put it on mine, and we walked out into the parking lot to wait for our Uber home. A black Kia Soul, driven by Renée. Thank you Renée. The sun outside was strong and it was already at least 80 degrees out at 10 a.m. I thought, maybe I won’t have to stick my head on this Southwest Jacksonville Walmart’s meat slicer. But I do need to find some drugs.
Back at the house, the girl I went to Walmart with and I are sitting on the back patio smoking and smoking our Newports, sipping our Diet Cokes that have already turned warm and syrupy in the heat. I say to her,
“I think we should try to pickup. Doesn’t seem like it’ll be that hard around here.”
“Don’t be retarded,” she said narrowing her eyes at me a little and taking another sip. “Why’d you come down here just to fuck your shit up again anyways? I can tell this ain’t your first rodeo.”
I didn’t say anything back, I just looked into her peat moss eyes, noticing now how pinned they are.
“What dose do they have you on?” I asked, jealous.
“160, but it took me damn near 6 months to get there. Fucking sadists.” Even the strange, detached buzz from a Methadone dose that high sounded real nice to me then. I kept thinking, this is not my life, this is not my real life, I am not actually living through this. I am not actually sitting across from a girl, 5’3 105lbs soaking wet, with a Tweety-Bird tattoo on her forearm, and feeling nothing but jealousy over her Methadone dose. I thought about my sister. When I felt that stinging, hot feeling crawling up my throat, and my eyes starting to fill up, I put out my Newport and walked back inside.
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