What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
Best song ever:
I am permanently lightheaded now.
Crap! This song has plus one million happiness units! How will I ever get back to a normal state of vague dissatisfaction and ennui?
I AM CALLING YOU OUT, CARAVAN PALACERS.
Just when I thought my bowl of euphoria was filled, this came along:
And well, I guess now I have no choice than to provide this woman with a child. A terrifying child, with two mothers, who will destroy all obstacles in its path. I hope you’re satisfied now.
Okay, maybe it’s just a crush. Anyhow, not that many decent vids out there that I can find. These are not necessarily my favourite songs, yo. THEY HAVE VISUAL APPEAL.
Caravan Palace, “Suzy.” Classic girl-meets-robot story.
Some dude crimin’ in a wood-paneled basement to Parov Stelar’s “Catgroove.” I love this so much.
Now he has a cane. Please kill me now. (More Parov Stelar, “Chambermaid Swing.)
A song lyric. Aw, whatever.
These guys will have all my future babies:
NOW YOU KNOW TOO MUCH
Their sexiest song ever:
This entire band is made of sex:
Haha, too late—I have dibs on everyone.
My favourite, but NOT IN THIS TINY ROOM
rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
more more more
absence of government
only way out is to blog
So. I was listening to a Midori CD and wishing you could still find live Midori on YouTube. Which of course you cannot, except for the five-second one where she tells everyone watching at home to go see them live. I would, only I am not in Japan.
Here is an excellent song by them that would be ten thousand times better if you could see them playing it:
For some reason, finding that led to this eX-Girl video, and this terrifying new world confuses me:
I needed more eX-Girl, and I was rewarded by angelic singing recorded with low-fidelity equipment.
Then there was this thing where they were all leaping around in their socks and holding stuffed animals:
Here is another one of those videos that’s not really so much a video as a low-fi audio track. Also, it’s Ex-Models, not eX-Girl. But it used to be on my phone. No one knows why.
Oh wait, now I remember. It’s because it’s rhythmically challenging and N should listen to it as often as possible, for purposes of exercise.
Back to eX-Girl, because they COVERED THIS SONG:
And I finally escape, even though these people are totally emphasising the wrong syllable of Fujiya.
(On reflection, there should be no emphasis at all, and maybe there isn’t. I hear one, but possibly it’s only in my mind.)
I’m a few minutes late, but at my local it was Lee Elia Day tonight, due to this sweary, sweary, wonderful rant by the Cubs manager:
I don’t know how to describe this mix of STUFF. So I won’t try.
Next we go to a mountain forest in Japan, and “Bach on Wood,” as described perfectly by Mr. S:
TV on the Radio’s bassist Gerard Smith died of lung cancer. That band rocked so hard, and a lot of it was because of him.
New footage I just saw now:
I can’t not add this amazing and funny footage of Slim Gaillard I saw tonight:
And Jen Kwok has a new video, along with some guy, and here it is:
(I fuckin love Bustah.)
And now that cute Nellie girl, all singin’ bout dogs …
And now .. best band from Wisconsin FOR THE LAST SEVERAL YEARS
And um, I feckin love Chrissy Hynde.
Awwww. Lux Interior is being a doggie. How cute is that.
I loved this but also found it incredibly awkward:
The Internet does have everything! Yay! (Not safe for work.)
I accidentally love this: