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Julian Casablancas+The Voidz at SiriusXM Studios today! (x)

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theroomisonfiree:

Julian Casablancas ripping his face away by Warren Fu
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qaz-the-great:

theroomisonfiree:

Julian Casablancas ripping his face away by Warren Fu

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binkshapiro:

him and his tupac shirt make me so happy

binkshapiro:

him and his tupac shirt make me so happy

thistie:

The Hello Girls (1998)

  • how to stop time:

    kiss

  • how to travel in time:

    read

  • how to escape time:

    music

  • how to feel time:

    write

  • how to waste time:

    social media

It was only a month after living here that I met Julian Casablancas. His father had a modeling agency called Elite, and I walked in one day after recognizing his name on the door. We quickly moved into an apartment on 18th Street. We each had a bathroom, which was the reason why we got it (he’s a mess, I’m neat). When I met Julian, I told him I played guitar. He said, “That’s funny, we’re looking for a guitar player.” So I tried out, but what I didn’t know is that he had already decided I would be in the band.
We were really ambitious. It’s all Julian and I spoke about every night. We set a goal of playing shows within a year. At first, we didn’t go out anywhere cool—just Rudy’s, which was near the studio and had free hot dogs and $5 pitchers. But slowly we’d go to bars like Don Hill’s and Bar 13 to promote, handing out flyers with stuff from weird seventies soft-porn movies like Emmanuelle. They started to recognize us—“Oh, there’s the guys from the Strokes hanging out”—and as a group the five of us were a pretty striking image. We were really cocky. Not in a bad way, we just believed in ourselves and so we were always balls to the wall.
Albert Hammond Jr on the beginnings of the the Strokes (via lovingthestrokes)