The first we hear from Lana Del Rey on her new song “Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd” is a deep breath. Over a swell of strings, Lana takes a brief inhale, followed by an extended exhale as if she’s doing meditation. She’s preparing herself to sing one of the most … Continue reading
*Blows horn* *shoots confetti cannon* Happy New Year, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Has it been a year or five? We can’t figure it out either. Can you believe the one year anniversary of the Capitol insurrection is only a few days away? Screw New Year’s Eve, what are you planning for that day? Storming a … Continue reading
Hello there, dearest Filthy Dreamers! What’s that? Did you miss your last dosage of horse ivermectin? Why, you’re in luck! We just came back from the tractor supply store and got a new haul of meds with horses and other livestock on the box to protect us from the COVID-19. It just makes me want … Continue reading
If Lana Del Rey’s music had to be defined by one drive (other than driving fast), it would be the pursuit of freedom. Inextricably tied to the failed promise of America, Lana’s conception of freedom is lawless, wild, and always elusive. Continue reading
Could all of Nico’s features on The Velvet Underground & Nico relate to Lana Del Rey? Not only does Nico’s narcotic robotic drone herald Lana’s own deadpan beginnings on Born to Die, but “Femme Fatale” and “All Tomorrow’s Parties” feel as if they were tailor-made to be covered by our blessed hypnotic chanteuse. Continue reading
*cronch cronch cronch* Oh! *cough* What’s that? I’m just trying to eat my way through a mega-sized box of Valentine’s hearts. Why? Because we have to support small businesses in times like these, including choking down all the dry and chalky drug store candy hearts we can stomach! What else is there to do on … Continue reading
While you were staring slack-jawed at the avalanche of COVID positive test results from the fresh air breathers in the West Wing (even my baby Kellyanne who I thought quit…), caught at a hexed super-spreader Rose Garden infection extravaganza cursed by the angered spirit of the late Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, you may have missed … Continue reading
*Bang!* *BOOM* *tsssssssss* OH MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT?!! IS THAT A BOMB?! OR A BOX OF BOOM SQUAD?! Why are those explosions so close to my rattling windows? Why do they look like they’re being set off beside the NYPD precinct? Is my roof on fire? Quick! I need to grab all my Lana … Continue reading
Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? You’re bored after ten-ish weeks of quarantine? Is that how long it’s been?!!! What month is it? I thought it was still March! Or May! Or November! And I know. I know. It’s just so difficult to be in lockdown, sheltering in place, staying at home, … Continue reading
No. No I don’t want to visit your online viewing room, your digital group exhibition or your virtual gallery. Even more, I don’t want to review your online viewing room, your digital exhibition or your virtual gallery. And Zoom openings? I’d rather go to the opening of my toilet seat. I don’t know about you, … Continue reading