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[thebowerypresents]

Perfume Genius Celebrates Album Milestone at Music Hall of Williambsurg

Perfume Genius – Music Hall of Williamsburg – September 17, 2024

The unfortunate truth about being alive is that joy can be evasive. But the flip side is that when it surfaces, it can be transcendent. Perfume Genius is expert at mirroring that high-low. The music of Mike Hadreas, his vocals that waver between pain and pomp, exists in that liminal space. And it’s why his live sets are so exciting, so vivacious.

On Tuesday night, for the 10th anniversary of Too Bright, PG played the album top to bottom to a sold-out crowd. Hadreas was as evocative as ever, still the perfect messenger for a record that hasn’t lost its shape in the passage of time. In a shimmery shirt-jacket, unbuttoned just so, he began with the piercing opener, “I Decline.” (“I can see for miles / The same old line / No, thanks / I decline.”)

But, overall, there was a certain lightness to the evening: After the hit “Queen,” he joked about the oddity of playing it second, when for 10 years they’d closed with it. In between a couple tracks, he whispered something to his guitarist, then turned back to the crowd, saying, “Just a little secret.” Hadreas was an alluring flirt, his body shimmying and moving lithely through the music and his coy smile never far behind. But the sex is tempered with an ear so stupendous and songs so brilliantly composed that they defy easy stereotyping. Take “My Body,” a short, dark-edged treatise that lives more in metal than pop. Or the following track, the spare piano ballad “Don’t Let Them In” that quakes with vulnerability. 

The pleasures of Perfume Genius are many, and among them were the performance of two songs Hadreas noted didn’t make it onto Too Bright. (“How?!” one might ask and/or exclaim.) Another pleasure: A closer of “Slip Away” (No Shape, 2017) into … “Queen,” again. This proved almost too much for the gentleman behind me on the rail, who could barely contain his joy, nearly taking flight into the crowd.

Tuesday proved a special night for the listeners at Music Hall, but it should be memorable for Hadreas, too. His craft not only deserves the revisit but also the celebration. I hope he shared in it with us all. —Rachel Brody | @RachelCBrody

Photos courtesy of Savannah Lauren | @savannahlaurenphoto

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[vamptits]

the right hairstyle for your face is the one that makes you smile when you see yourself in the mirror btw.

[gorjee-art]

a raven father (i call him "pants") I've been feeding sometimes likes to sit outside my window and either wait for more food or just listen to the stuff I'm watching while I draw. Today's a colder day so he likes to fluff up a bit, and I kid you not :

this is an accurate representation of my view

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local asian market reorganized its shelves. consequently when i went looking for my ve wong vegetarian flavor instant noodles i unexpectedly found myself in the Good Quality Cookware And Beautiful Dishes aisle, aka the aisle of temptation, face to face with a mug (my favorite dish) with a lid (my favorite thing for a mug to have) and a heron pattern (my second-favorite bird) at a very reasonable price (i’m on a budget and i literally do not have room for another mug on my mug shelf). it was like one of those fucked up tests they give monks in shaolin movies to see if they’ve really given up earthly desires. that mug is going to haunt the broken man that i am for a long time

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

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[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[bruciemilf]

Anyway, thinking about how Bruce’s mom tendencies bleed over around the League.

He pulls out a Barbie pink scrunchie from his endless utility belt.

Oliver is very sure he’s seen it in Spoiler’s blonde mane before. He wordlessly secures Diana’s hair in a ponytail before she jumps into battle.

Barry skins his knee while running, which, considering, is pretty severe. Definitely not the kind of wound you can treat with Gray Ghost bandages.

“I’m NEVER taking this off.”

“Okay, gross?”

“Shut up, Hal, you don’t even wash your suit, you just make a new one every time!”

“I’m allergic to laundry detergent, everybody knows that, BARRY.”

Bruce does not tolerate their fighting for more than 15 minutes at a time. “I will count to 3.”

Hal is quite literally flabbergasted when, after a particularly rough mission, Batman walks over to him and gently places a plate of fruits before him.

“Hal,” in that rain soft voice. “Fruit.”

“…Thanks?”

He just walks off. Like it’s nothing.

“…Did he just do something nice for me? Everybody saw that, right? You’re all witnesses. “

Everyone’s equal parts shocked and equal parts losing their shit. Clark’s eyes are just slightly red.

“I need to take a nap.”