What has been done to this Porsche would make most of the purists shit themselves in horror, but I find it absolutely beautiful: a ragged out ’74 Targa with 31″ mudders, on its third engine. Bravo, sir, Bravo. (I love how the ducktail is still present, bent upward like a giant middle finger).
One of my favorite podcasts, Crimetown, is back for season 2, featuring the city of Detroit. It’s already got me hooked. Season 1 was about Provincetown, RI and it was a riveting listen.
Pitchfork just posted their list of the 200 Best Albums of the 1980’s. There are so many excellent albums to choose from in that decade; I guess their top 10 is a pretty good (if not uninspired) group.
On heavy repeat this week: Just Give In/Never Going Home, by Hazel English. Of all places I heard the song Never Going Home at a restaurant and had Siri’s Shazam feature tell me what it was. It’s super chill, laid back music about longing and homesickness, heavy on picked electric guitar.
But by the hand of God, you and the people running your shop are the most ahistorical, smegmatically incompetent and fuckstumbling stewards of an essential informational resource since, well, since Wall Street analysts and their slobbering chain-newspaper fetch-monkeys drove mainstream journalism into a ditch.
This quote isn’t the point of the article, but I just love the way David Simon insults Jack Dorsey over his ethically bankrupt stewardship of Twitter. Even if you don’t know what’s going on, the whole thing is worth a read for the wordsmithing alone.
Over at Deadspin, now that the football season has begun, so has the annual NFL Dick Joke Jamboroo. Always a highlight of the season, even if I’m only seeing games peripherally.
This is a full recording of Tycho’s 2018 Burning Man set at sunrise. Excellent stuff.
You can’t listen to “Dance the Night Away” without feeling good. This should be the hold music for suicide prevention hotlines.
On Vulture, Chuck Klosterman ranks all 131 recorded Van Halen songs. Overall I agree with many of these choices but there are a few I would argue with. “Dirty Movies” at 61, above anything on A Different Kind of Truth? “Right Now” at 58, above “Poundcake” at 35? Come on.
Sure, you could restore something more expensive and vastly more powerful, but this guy really wanted to have himself a special ’80s time machine. And after driving it, I can tell you it worked.
A guy found an ’84 Honda CRX in a field in Texas, dragged it home, and spent $10,000 to restore it. As the former owner of an ’86 CRX, I don’t see any problem with this at all.
Holy crap, everything on sale at this auction of Paul Rand’s work and collection is amazing and probably waaaaaay out of any price range I would be able to afford.