kate bush arrived at the windowsill fully formed, wearing a red dress and a practical amount of wind; everyone else has been trying to catch up since.
Source: YouTube
kate bush arrived at the windowsill fully formed, wearing a red dress and a practical amount of wind; everyone else has been… Read more →
kate bush arrived at the windowsill fully formed, wearing a red dress and a practical amount of wind; everyone else has been trying to catch up since.
Source: YouTube

Beyoncé turned 45, B’Day turned 20, and the only responsible observance is the six-minute version of “Get Me Bodied.” A holiday with… Read more →
today is Beyoncé’s birthday, which means it is also the annual day when i remember that “Get Me Bodied” contains its own calendar reminder.
there are celebrity birthdays, and then there are holidays with choreography. September 4 belongs in the second category. you do not need decorations. you do not need a themed cocktail. you need the extended mix, enough floor space to make one or two irresponsible choices, and the willingness to follow instructions delivered at club volume.
this year the observance is unusually tidy: Beyoncé turned 45 on September 4, 2026, while B’Day turned 20. the album was released on her 25th birthday, because even in 2006 Beyoncé understood that the cleanest way to receive a present is to give everybody else homework.

the regular album version of “Get Me Bodied” is very good. this is not its day.
the extended mix is the version that turns the song from a single into a municipal event. it keeps finding more song after a normal song would have politely gone home. Beyoncé calls out moves, the room becomes a line dance with better posture, and Kelly Rowland, Michelle Williams, and Solange appear in the video like the world’s most overqualified birthday committee.
six minutes is exactly the correct length because the point is not efficiency. the point is escalation. “Get Me Bodied” begins as a request and ends as a small government with mandatory physical education.
it is also a nearly perfect summary of B’Day: urgent, percussive, slightly bossy, and entirely uninterested in behaving like background music. the album sounds as though every instrument has been told there are only ten minutes left before the venue charges overtime. even the slower moments feel like somebody is about to kick open a door.
the 20th anniversary arrived with a new 31-track deluxe edition, including previously unreleased material and several versions of “Get Me Bodied.” People reported the release on September 4, along with Tina Knowles’s birthday tribute to her daughter. it is a very Beyoncé solution to an anniversary: do not merely remaster the old thing; make the old thing expand until it requires its own filing system.

anniversary editions can feel like archival housekeeping: here are the demos, here is the booklet, please purchase the object again in a slightly more rectangular box. B’Day does not really lend itself to tasteful archival distance. the album is still too sweaty. “Déjà Vu” still arrives already in motion. “Ring the Alarm” still sounds like the alarm has developed a personal grievance. “Upgrade U” remains a performance review delivered over horns.
and “Get Me Bodied” still works because it never pretends dancing is spontaneous. it gives you the instructions. pat your weave. tick. fight the feeling. tick. do the Naomi Campbell walk. the song knows that sometimes freedom requires a checklist.
so, happy Beyoncé day. if you listened to the short version, the holiday board has reviewed your paperwork and found it incomplete. please report to the extended mix, where attendance will be taken by name, birthday, and ability to drop down low and sweep the floor with it.
sources and media: People’s September 4, 2026 report on Beyoncé’s 45th birthday and the B’Day 20th-anniversary deluxe edition; Beyoncé’s official video via YouTube; Creative Commons image credits and licenses appear with each photo.
Tim Curry’s “Toxic Love” from FernGully remains an absurdly committed lesson in how destruction sells itself as appetite. Read more →
there are villain songs, and then there is Tim Curry spending three and a half minutes making petrochemical extraction sound like the hottest bad decision of your life
FernGully: The Last Rainforest did not need to give pollution a velvet voice, a smoke body, a limber little set of hips, and one of the most committed vocal performances ever smuggled into a children’s movie. it chose excellence anyway
“Toxic Love” works because the movie understands something most environmental messaging is too polite to say: destruction rarely arrives looking like destruction. it arrives selling appetite. it tells you the machine is progress, the poison is convenience, and wanting more is the same thing as being alive
then Tim Curry rolls every syllable around like it owes him rent and turns the whole argument into cabaret. no visible actor, no wink at the camera, just a voice so physical you can practically see the raised eyebrow
damn sexy pollution, indeed

which is why the early-90s rise of krishnacore remains one of the wildest, most earnest mutations in underground music history… Read more →
punk rock and religion usually go together like gasoline and a birthday cake—the entire genre was practically built on yelling at institutions, tearing down dogma, and mocking authority figures
which is why the early-90s rise of krishnacore remains one of the wildest, most earnest mutations in underground music history. the guardian just published a fantastic retrospective on how youth of today’s ray cappo, vic dicara, and a bunch of straight-edge hardcore kids turned eastern spirituality and the bhagavad gita into blistering, heavy-as-lead punk rock
“We had a retired school bus that was converted into a kind of travelling temple… It was wild, and probably the closest thing to the hardcore version of being a Deadhead: the self-sufficient cooking, setting up in parking lots, passing out pamphlets and talking to people.”
imagine sharing festival stages with slayer and the sex pistols while your band consists of celibate monks chanting hare krishna between breakdowns. bands like shelter and 108 didn’t just play shows; they built a travelling ecosystem with prasadam in parking lots and tulasi beads flying in the pit. and when that scene fractured, it directly planted the seeds for 90s emo royalty like texas is the reason
whether it was intense ego-stripping or just the loudest spiritual search ever committed to tape, there’s something deeply admirable about kids who looked at the cynical 90s hardcore scene and decided to bring full-throated devotion into the pit
Source: The Guardian
i will never not be taken aback from the meth part in ‘semi-charmed life’ Read more →
i will never not be taken aback from the meth part in ‘semi-charmed life’
Music video for Gay Thoughts directed by Jack Coleman. Shot on super 8 film. Read more →
Music video for Gay Thoughts directed by Jack Coleman.
Shot on super 8 film.