Monthly Archives: May 2011

what you get

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

(christ)

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I <3 Bustah

rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore

tornado no-no

more more more

woo hah

absence of government


trapped in weird music loop

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.)