Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad?
fucked her brains out and she might pretend…to be in love, to be in love, to be in love…
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
Flight Facilities | Clair De Lune (feat. Christine Hoberg)Don't go, Tell me that the lights won't change, Tell me that you'll feel the same.
Shithaus by Ball Park Music. “And hey I could be dead or nor, I could start up then stop, I could get photoshopped onto the front page of time.”
I scanned the insert of my copy of The Strokes’ Angles for your viewing pleasure
see out of context this is funny but when you know why he’s actually in there it’s pretty fucked up