I know I don’t txt [enough/too much] because, whenever I see a screencap of someone else’s humorous txt exchange, I still have to pull out my phone to remember which side/color is the phoneholder’s.
alternate interpretation: my observation skills and/or visual memory are terrible.
I almost decided to use this tumblr to post some thoughts and opinions about the new Lily Allen song/video "Hard Out Here", but then I realized I didn’t want to do that.
there’s a mean bone in my body.
first song i heard from the first band that really got me into “indie.” haven’t listened to it in years, can hear it perfectly in my head. feels, chills, etc.
can’t watch frightened rabbit music videos. i look at every single one and just see sad bearded white dudes being sad and bearded.
can still listen to frightened rabbit music.
(and this vid’s okay.)
When my blood stops,
someone else’s will not.
When my head rolls off,
someone else’s will turn.
And while I’m alive,
I’ll make tiny changes to Earth.
"dead now" is my favorite off the new record at the moment and its lyrics are too embarrassing to transcribe
goddamit nobody in my “real life” ever wants to talk to me about kanye or ke$ha or taylor swift or m.i.a. or music videos, and i don’t use tumblr interestingly enough to have tumblr friends to talk to me about these things.
and all i want to know is, like, doesn’t the wink at the end of the “we are never ever getting back together” vid completely invalidate the entire point of the song?
and how often are long non-musical narrative sections in music vids not a terrible idea? the one in the “i knew you were trouble” vid is certainly terrible. I mean, I get the completely melodramatic “failed relationship/scorched earth” metaphor, but I didn’t need the movie-trailer voiceover to drive it home.
speaking of long non-musical narrative sections, I also may need someone to help me decide if I’m “allowed” to enjoy the exploitation-film-inspired Killer Mike "Big Beast" video even though it prominently features cannibal strippers. or is the really offensive part that the cannibal strippers only get to devour the bag of severed body parts when T.I. snaps his fingers to let them know it’s okay?
(though all honesty the non-musical narrative robbery scene after that DOES make me uncomfortable.)
anyway maybe if I promise to be more interesting more people will come hang out and talk to me about these important matters. but i probably can’t promise to be more interesting.
on shuffle. this song is not particularly clever, not nuanced, not “ripe for rediscovery” or whatever. but it is classic. and sometimes I’m just really impressed that a band was the first one to pen a particular stanza.
Dark-haired dangerous schoolkids
Vicious, suspicious sixteen
Jet-black blazers at the bus stop
Sullen, unhealthy and mean