Marais.
The high-ish, slightly whiny voice, balding ginger curls: I realized over lunch today that I was eating bo bun next to Malcolm McLaren.
Ace Bento ban chan:
Just paid my second visit to this brand new Korean bento box place in the rue Ste-Anne area, tucked around the corner on rue Thérèse. Operated by the people behind the Ace Grocery store, it offers inexpensive, first-rate home-style Korean cooking. Eight euro gets you an entree — so far I’ve tried the spicy pork and the dokbokkgi and both have been delicious — plain or fried rice, your choice of five ban chan (the little condiment-style accompaniments that come with most K-food), a little cup of soup and a fruit bowl. The ban-chan selection rocks — don’t miss the the spicy wild carrot — and service is very warm. The place is decorated like an early ’00s chill-out CD compilation, but don’t let that get to you. 18 Rue Thérèse, 75001.
Asterix et Obelix speech bubbles at the Bourse, celebrating the 50th anniversary of the books.
The fountain in Square Louvois. I try and walk by this every time I go to Rue Ste-Anne.
Miles Davis, Black Satin. Can’t stop listening to In A Silent Way, On The Corner, A Tribute To Jack Johnson, Get Up With It… Incredible records.
Neon Indian, Should Have Taken Acid With You.
Has everybody read this article (via Perpetua) about glo-fi and comics and contemporary art and stuff? I think the fellow actually may have a point. Or at least he links enough things that have a similar aesthetic together in a coherent way — and that’s how movements get identified.
Anyway, I like the aesthetic, in general, and enjoy Neon Indian. Even if they’re more about approach than actual songs at this early point.
pgwp:
Can - I’m So Green
(Ege Bamyasi)In addition to being the second most racially insensitive musical term (behind didgeridoo), Krautrock is the number one coolest genre it is possible to listen to. A properly delivered krautrock reference can reduce a lady’s undergarments to dust within microseconds. And of all the krautrockers, nobody has higher panty-disintegrating power than the almighty Can. ‘Tago Mago’ is basically the ‘abracadabra’ of getting some. ‘Ege Bamyasi’ not so much, but only because it is the Turkish word for okra.