I want the entire Universe to get off my lawn

Party of however-many-people-TMZ-is: Your table in Hell is ready.

Telepathe - Chrome's On It (Gold Panda Remix)

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The quality of the music in the classes I take at the gym is usually Vengaboys-level of lowest com denom, so I was pretty psyched that a Bob Sinclar song played yesterday. I've probably posted this video before but it is the best so whatever.

It's blazing hot outside.

The other night I heard somebody say the summer's almost over. NOPE! I'm squeezing out every little bit like it's a toothpaste tube full of funtimes, right up til it's sweater o'clock. 

*Here's a mix of songs I've been listening to this summer and/or every summer.*

Tracklist:

1. Seu Jorge and Almaz - Everybody Loves the Sunshine
2. Yacht - Psychic City (Classixx Remix) 
3. Boz Scaggs - Lowdown
4. Frankie Smith - Double Dutch Bus
5. MGMT - Electric Feel (Prince Language Remix)
6. DJ Quik - Pitch in Ona Party
7. Tommy Roe - Sweet Pea
8. Wavves - King of the Beach
9. The Soft Pack - Answer to Yourself
10. Mariah Carey - H.A.T.E.U. Remix 
11. Blair - Hello Halo
12. Alessi Bros - Seabird
13. Sat Nite Duets - Peel Away

I'd never seen this "Ignition Remix" cover before my buddy Noah sent it to me today. Usually 'indie' covers like this annoy me because I feel like they're making fun (unless it's Will Oldham who is an obsessive R Kelly fan), but this is pretty genuinely sweet. I also enjoy the completely airless, Disney show-style delivery of the pianist when she says Kels' intro at 0:15. 

Things I saw on this trip back to NYC:

1. Many people that I love and that make me feel loved.
2. The Alexander McQueen show at the Met (I'm pretty sure my eyeballs had an orgasm).
   
3. LonelyBoy Dan Humphre─I mean uh, Penn Badgley walking down 8th Street in a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
4. A roach the size of a small mouse, skittering purposefully down the street like he had somewhere to be.
   
5. A man of Indian or Middle Eastern descent standing on a street corner at 11 in the morning, holding cellophane-wrapped flowers and shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other and looking around.
   
6. The charred shell of an SUV cordoned off with yellow police tape and the twisted steel remains of a wheelchair two feet behind it. Hopefully the car was empty and it expelled the (also empty) chair in the explosion.
   
7. Three women crying on the street: the first was walking briskly while talking on her cell phone, the second put her sunglasses on after sitting down on the N train and kept them on for the remainder of the ride, and the third was me looking at my own reflection in the Sephora window.

Adele - Hometown Glory (High Contrast Remix)