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London Calling

A bona fide pioneer doesn’t come around very often.

And Joe Strummer (who was born 60 years ago today) was that and more—the former Clash frontman was already a living legend by the time of his passing 10 years ago, thanks to his unprecedented brand of politically charged howling and genre-bending punk rock. He also lived the prototypical rock star life: trashing hotels, disappearing to France only to reappear at the Paris Marathon (and run it), littering the world with local lore of his exploits in sleepy towns like Columbia, Missouri (legend has it, he finished a solo show then hopped behind the bar to make everyone in the house drinks). In honor, we’d recommend you put some Strummer on your playlist today.

The Three Best Kinds of Letter

The well-written letter is a rare thing these days. Blame Outlook or the US Mail, but somewhere along the way, we lost touch with the simple pleasures of a pen rambling over paper.

For the rest of the week, our brothers-in-arms at UrbanDaddy Perks can hook you up with some handsome stationery from Terrapin—but we’re more concerned about the inspiration. To that end, we’ve put together three of our favorite letters of all time, and how you can follow in their footsteps.

Three letters to write right now»

Watch Out for Apples

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Solid Snake: Fashion editorials have started cribbing from 80s hair metal videos. [Refinery29]

Combat Rock: A free download of a Sandanista! covers album, when we need it most. [Boing Boing]

On the Charge: A first look at the Tesla chargers. They look strangely familiar… [Luxist]

Liz Lemon Party: 30 Rock finally makes the leap into pornography, unfortunately missing a delightfully pun-based name. Was 30, Rocked too obscure? [Jezebel]

Glenn’s Past, The Coen Formula, and Avery’s Big Break

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Havin’ a TV Party: GQ’s style guy used to spend his time hanging out on TV with Joe Strummer and the like. Now you can catch the glory days of DVD, along with a peek at pre-Madras NYC. [Selectism]

Week One: All of fashion week in one place. You’ll have to provide your own champagne and house music. [NYT]

The Brotherhood of Coen: Being America’s most prolific indie auteurs isn’t all that hard. Just follow this simple formula… [NYMag]

God Bless Us, Avery One: Our favorite hockey player is about to get the Hollywood treatment. We suggest Mark Wahlberg for the lead. [Gawker]

Joe Knows

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While some claim Sotheby's' upcoming Damien Hirst blowout—which is expected to bring in about $120 million—is merely an excuse to clear out a backlog of unsold work from Hirst's London gallery, the bad boy Brit artist insists it actually marks a major turning point in his colorful career.

Titled *Beautiful Inside My Head Forever* and timed to coincide with the 20th anniversary of the celebrated *Freeze* exhibition which launched his career, Hirst says the sale represents the last of his long-running series of formaldehyde works, spin, and spot paintings, which have become a bit too predictable.

“It's like my friend [late Clash frontman] Joe Strummer once told me about writing songs,” Hirst says. “If you can guess what the rhyme's gonna be in the next line, then it's shit and you've gotta change it.” We couldn't agree more; Hirst's work, turned out by his “factory,” Warhol-style, resembles nothing more then a broken, though very profitable, record at this point. Time for a new gimmick, old boy.