A wild post appeared! With covers!

Hooray for (mostly) pop music revamped in a way that’s hard to hate!

(Seriously, the Miley Cyrus covers are worth it, I swear)


“We Can’t Stop (Cover/Mashup)”


(original by Miley Cyrus, with bits of “Achy Breaky Heart” by Billy Ray Cyrus and “Lose Yourself” by Eminem because WHY NOT?!)




“Stay (Cover)”

Thirty Seconds to Mars

(original by Rihanna)




“Pure Imagination (Cover)”

Fiona Apple

(original from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, 1971)




“Wrecking Ball (Country/Bluegrass Cover)”

The Gregory Brothers

(original by Miley Cyrus)




“Midnight City (Cover)”

The Last Bison

(original by M83)




“We Can’t Stop (1950s Doo Wop Cover)”

Postmodern Jukebox

(original by Miley Cyrus)




“Home (Cover)”

Charles Perry

(original by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)


Dear Future Kids:

Once I have kids (it’ll happen one day)
I’m excited to tell them I stood with my friends who are gay

the way my grandparents told me about their own hard-won fights
to give those with dark skin the same civil rights.
I’m ready to say:
The first couple I knew who happened to be gay
had glass thrown at them in our hallway one day.
They were so deeply hated for just holding hands
There was no celebration of the words “queer” or “trans.”
I remember
The day we realized our friend couldn’t live his own life
without his family rejecting him for not coming home with a wife.
When someone I knew was sent to school in a dress
denied, by his mother, his right to voice or express
that his birth as a girl denied his own heart;
yet he’d be wholly rejected unless he played a girl’s part.
When I asked the adults who I saw holding power —
who’d always used words like “engage” and “empower” —
why my peers who loved those who shared the same gender
had no rights or respect or any kind of defender?
I was told that the problem was just far too complex
to offer those rights who loved the same sex.
When a woman who’d helped me through my teenage frustration
who’d earned all my respect and complete admiration
invited me north to celebrate her new life:
the one she now shared with her wonderful wife.
When a girl I could not remember living without
came home one weekend and also “came out” 
It was the happiest I’d seen her all of her life
and our friends got to meet her near-future wife
Yet some who’d loved her, same as I, all along
Turned their hearts and their back on love they deemed “wrong”
rejecting a person who’d always loved them as kin
because a book or confusion told them it was “sin”
I’ll tell my kids:
When DOMA fell and Prop 5 fell away
When a song on the radio said “Same Love” every day
Though some forgot how to love their own sisters and brothers
The rest of us knew this was not about “Us” versus “Others”
And though, Future Kids, the fight’s not over yet
I can say I’ll keep fighting
without a single regret.

I was just thinking that this boat is sinking

“I Was Just Thinking”



Poetry & Aeroplanes


Change the locks, change the scene, change it all… but can’t change what we’ve been


Atlas Genius


Through the Glass

And it feels like I am somebody that I used to know… Let’s do this one last time, let’s make the most of the night.

“United State of Pop 2012 (Shine Brighter)”

DJ Earworm


Here’s to 2012 — you were an amazing year, and I don’t regret a second of you. The past year has proven to me that sometimes, everything has to fall apart in order to come together.

2013: Let’s do this again, but even better.

It’s ALIVE — and hot, and fighting cancer!

Update: Some technical difficulties; stream is live again!

Kevin Full

It should be well-known that I hate cancer; so much so that I murdered it myself.

That said, there’s something you should check out RIGHT NOW. The other night, a reddit post directed me to Kevin Full, and absolutely INCREDIBLE drummer; and you should already know I don’t really praise many musicians that highly without significant merit.

He’s been doing live drum-a-thons recently… to raise money for a friend’s chemotherapy bills. One drum-a-thon lasted 10 hours, and I caught one the other night that was 7 1/2 hours of constant, amazing talent. I watched every single minute. Sticks were broken, his stool was broken, and in between songs he’d tape his blistered, calloused, bleeding hands before pounding out another amazing rendition of some random request from strangers on the Internet.

I don’t make a lot of money; I have enough to feed myself and take care of general expenses… but my budget isn’t huge. Nevertheless, I found myself donating $5 within the first hour, and another $5 later. When I think about $10, I think about it in terms of 4 loaves of my favorite bread from Harris Teeter — yet I chose to donate it to Kevin’s cause instead.

Honestly, I did donate a bit of it because he was attractive, talented, charming, and had a great sense of humor (blame it on the estrogen), but, as someone who went through her own horrifying experience with cancer, I knew it was going to something more important. The dedication Kevin shows to this just makes me prouder to have contributed.

So, dear readers, friends, musicians, audiophiles — check out his stream now. He went live at 5:30 PM PDT, and he’s going to go as long as he can.


Even if you can’t donate, please spread the word to everyone you possibly can and enjoy the amazing show. It’s worth it. Kevin is worth it, and kicking cancer’s ass is worth it.

Have a beautiful night, guys!