"The person who would proofread Hitler’s speeches was a grammar nazi."

One of the ugliest summers on record is finally over, and not a moment too soon. In honor of the fall, both seasonally and spiritually, here’s my September Playlist.

One of the ugliest summers on record is finally over, and not a moment too soon. In honor of the fall, both seasonally and spiritually, here’s my September Playlist.

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Stefon Nesting Dolls. For real, though. I want these.

Stefon Nesting Dolls. For real, though. I want these.

Can’t Do Without You (Tale of Us & Mano Le Tough Remix) - Caribou

This is such a beautiful remix. It can fill you with euphoria just as easily as it can fill you with grief. You can dance to it. You can fuck to it. You can drive to it. You can write to it. It’s good for almost any occasion.

I am deeply angered by the fact that Emma Sulkowicz (who no longer has the privilege of anonymity) would be punished by Columbia University for publicly disclosing her rapist’s name more severely than her rapist was punished for actually raping her.

We should all know his name. Not hers. Still, I am genuinely impressed with her performance piece, and I sincerely hope it proves effective.

Houdini (RAC Remix) - Foster The People

I love a remix that’s better than the original.

Wow. This documentary looks compelling as fuck. I can’t wait to seeing the final product, and in the meantime I’ll be following their Kickstarter.

(And to the Princeton girl who quotes Confucius while wearing one of my Stay Wild necklaces, if you’re out there, feel free to drop me a line and say hello. I sincerely hope you’re well.)

After yesterday’s termination incident, I’ve taken out an insurance policy by creating a completely separate tumblr account called Kill Coke Talk where I’ve duplicated my various themes and general data structure. 
It’s sort of the blogging equivalent of a FEMA trailer, where if my original account is ever terminated permanently, I’ll be able to flip a few switches and at least have a digital roof over my head.
It’s not an ideal solution, and hopefully I’ll never have to use it, but it’s really all I can do until someone develops a robust tumblr backup and archiving app.
In the meantime, go ahead and follow Kill Coke Talk. If anything ever happens to my original account, that’s where you’ll be able to find me.
Thanks, everyone.

After yesterday’s termination incident, I’ve taken out an insurance policy by creating a completely separate tumblr account called Kill Coke Talk where I’ve duplicated my various themes and general data structure. 

It’s sort of the blogging equivalent of a FEMA trailer, where if my original account is ever terminated permanently, I’ll be able to flip a few switches and at least have a digital roof over my head.

It’s not an ideal solution, and hopefully I’ll never have to use it, but it’s really all I can do until someone develops a robust tumblr backup and archiving app.

In the meantime, go ahead and follow Kill Coke Talk. If anything ever happens to my original account, that’s where you’ll be able to find me.

Thanks, everyone.

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rosalarian said:

You posted that Hozier song last night. I'd never heard of them before. I bought the song before I was even done listening to it here for free on tumblr. No harm no foul.

coketalk said:

My point exactly!

Classic (RAC Remix) - The Knocks

Fuck the DMCA, fuck the RIAA, and especially fuck the IFPI.

I don’t blame Tumblr for being forced to act on behalf of a bunch of sniveling record industry lawyers, but holy fucking hell, when will those short-sighted assholes ever learn?

Tumblr isn’t where we come to steal music. It’s where we come to share music. It’s the place where we discover artists and hear songs for the fist time. This is the place where we get the word out. It’s the white hot center of cool new shit, and if it becomes poisoned by takedown notices and arbitrary account terminations, then ultimately it’s going to be the artists who suffer.

In the meantime, we’ll all be pissed, Tumblr will be fucked, and the world will still be full of weasels who aren’t willing to pay 99 cents for a fucking song.

I’m back, bitches.

I’m back, bitches.

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.

Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.

I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.

I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.

Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.

God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.

I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.

At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.

Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

Take Me To Church - Hozier

I love a song that invokes religious imagery to describe good sex.