Mood Music XXVI

I'm bummed to hear the news about Fall Out Boy breaking up, but crazy thrilled about the accompanying news of Patrick Stump putting out a solo album.

Patrick Stump from Patrick Stump on Vimeo.

I've mused on my love of Stump's voice before, but this looks like an entirely new level of awesomeness. (And if I may be permitted a detour into shallowness, he looks good, too.) He's worked as a producer on some of my favorite non-FOB Decaydance albums (The Hush Sound's Like Vines and The Cab's Whisper War) and I can't wait to see how this endeavor shakes out.

"She Doesn't Whip Out Her Pudding for Just Anyone"

HBO programming decided that the Fourth of July made this a good bye week for True Blood (LAME). I've chosen to fill the resultant void with a brief tribute to the show's less intellectual assets. First, a Jezebel post with a clip that in a little over two minutes illustrates why Hoyt Fortenberry is my new Fake TV Boyfriend.

Second, if the show's cast were arranged into a sort of hotness pyramid (Why? There's really no good reason; we'll go with Why not?) this man would be the apex.

Is it next Sunday yet?