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Röyksopp & Robyn | 'Monument' (Snippet)

Norwegian’s electronic music duo Röyksopp & Sweden’s very own Robyn have joined forces for their upcoming mini-album, Do It Again, which is out May 26th via Cherrytree/Interscope. Today the two shared a snipper of their new single ‘Monument’, and it’s safe to say that this is going to be fucking brilliant. In a press release, Röyksopp and Robyn commented on the more intensely collaborative nature of the new songs. Robyn wrote, “It started to feel more like a band thing than songs for a Röyksopp or Robyn album so we’re releasing this music together as a band, you could say.”

The first single proper will be ‘Do It Again’ and that’s out on April 28. Look out this summer for Robyn and her longtime collaborators Röyksopp to embark on the “Röyksopp and Robyn Do It Again Tour 2014”. 



arabellesicardi:

I want love like the love Rick Owens and Michèle Lamy have. They are truly disgusting about each other.



fromasecondstory:

fromasecondstory:

was just looking through my computer and found this message my grandma left on the answering machine last year. She does this for every holiday and I love it. This one is about fall, as you can tell.

my grandma died today and im in the ” i’m more sad for my mother phase”… but really she was a really kind  person who always smelled like the color yellow. Her house had alot of those hollow doors. You know the ones i’m talking about? They’re so light and made of some thin wood and the door handle makes noise.   She taught me a lot about disney, a lot about appreciating and respecting something like disney . She would give me a glass of water and I’d sit on the table playing with those small figurines they used to have in the tea boxes. ” Nothing like a cold glass of water on a hot day.” Her kitchen was yellow, so is mine now.  I remember she always had plans to go to italy with my grandfather but they always canceled the trip because they were afraid to fly. I always think about that,” what I shame ” or ” I don’t want to live that way,” I always would think. My mother would agree, ” You know how they are,” but i know she wants to travel some day too. some day too.  She would always pull me aside and tell me about how she always hated my grandfather for making her  help pay to put him through school . She was on her way to go to  school to be an artist but instead married and had to support the family. She had a tall look in her eye when she would say it to me, almost as if she was looking into my brain not my eyes when she said it .  My memories of her when I was a kid feel sunny and perfect. As I got older they feel like a performance on stage with the props falling over revealing sand bags on stage left and pulley systems that lift the clouds across the sky. She would always try so hard to have things run smoothly, and really live for the production that was my grandfather’s temper. Her talents and skills  were never fully recognized, but her audience was usually 3 young brothers who would visit her in the summer and watch her dance with a margarita on a pool float.  She used to throw big  big parties for all her friends, but by the time we came around that was it.  Or that was the impression I always got from my grandfather. “All our friends are dead.”  ”How terrible” I thought.” we’re your friends though.” I said.  I was 7.  We grew up and  then there was always a cover on the pool.  My older brothers got old  and left home.  We would go visit and the leaves on the pool cover would spell out ” You’re a jerk Mike.” You can drive why don’t you go visit more. A few years after my parents got in a fight again with my grandfather, my brother and I came out a year or so after.  It’s all very innocent and uncontrollable.  Dimenisia is very uncontrollable but finding out she’s been cutting herself  for the same reasons you used to is innocent.  How can someone so old be so innocent.  The human experience such an unpredictable thing. VHS tapes of sining in the rain, some still in the plastic. A poster taped up in the kitchen with our birthdays written on it so she wont forget. Forget how old we are now, how young we were. How long it’s been since we’ve seen her.Why is the christmas tree still up mom?  The jar of figurines from the tea boxes.  I accidentally broke your door Papa.

  This morning while getting out of a cab I felt her go, while staring at some light reflecting off my gold Mickey mouse ring. And I panicked. I called everyone in my family but no-one picked up.  My brother finally called me.. we talked for less then 30 seconds and I forgot what he sounded like when he cried. 

The hardest part of growing up is realizing no one ever does. I’m going to this funeral as a straight 13 year old because that’s what everyone there will know me as. Can anyone alive survive it ?

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