Andres Lucero

I'm a 30 year-old web consultant obsessed with film, music, art & comedy. I live in Austin, TX with my 6-year-old son, Matty, and spend most of my free time at live music or comedy shows. What follows is probably of no concern to anyone but myself.

“Hits Me Like A Rock” by CSS

“There There” by Radiohead, live on Le Reservoir

There’s always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)

Steer away from these rocks
We’d be a walking disaster
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)

Just ‘cause you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there

Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Connie Schultz on The Rachel Maddow Show:

“I can’t emphasize this strongly enough: Rush Limbaugh, you went after my girls when you said that. You went after my beloved daughters when you said that, and you have crossed a line that you cannot re-cross.”

“You Guys Are Gonna Wake Up My Mom” by Field Mouse

(Source: youtube.com)

“Warm Night Home” by Hands

“Worship” by Ane Brun (feat. José González)

“1901” (Phoenix Cover) by Birdy

Maybe the world’s second mumblecore music video. (Here’s the first.)

slaughterhouse90210:

“An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.”  — Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three

slaughterhouse90210:

“An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.” 
— Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three

slaughterhouse90210:

“Truly decent, innocent people can be taxing to be around.”  — David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster 

slaughterhouse90210:

“Truly decent, innocent people can be taxing to be around.”
— David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster 

slaughterhouse90210:

“The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching search-lights.”  — Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance

slaughterhouse90210:

“The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching search-lights.” 
— Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance