Tuesday, December 20, 2005
there's something i've got to tell you
I posted my reaction to the Pitchfork top 50 singles list on ILM. I'm not sure whether I should be proud that I enjoy critical discoure or ashamed that I have entered the third circle of music nerdom.
Either way, "Dance With Me" may not have made the list, but I think you should give it a try anyway. In my junior year of high school, my friends came up with a fairly exhaustive set of rules for your first album. The last, and most important rule, was that your debut album (and all subsequent albums, live discs, or compliations) had to end with "Only In Dreams." Nancy Whang doesn't coo that perfect nerdlove line about "oxygen and carbon dioxide," and this song isn't about the bittersweet perfection of impossible crushes. While Weezer guitar solos on about inaction, Nancy+Juan+Tim get up the courage to call the crush, breaking the romatic crystalline spheres, sending shimmering disco ball shards to the floor. When the crush gets there- well... um... there's something i've got to tell you, uh , i don't know where to start, ha .. ah, ...... wanna dance? I guess I still can't tell whether this is a happy song, a sad song, or both and neither, which is probably why I put it next to "Only In Dreams" on the To Be Sorted Out shelf.
The Juan Maclean- Dance With Me
This is interesting and scary. It's put out by the Swedish department of health and human services, and it's a web-info-graphic-thing that shows how magazine covers are photoshopped. It's especially appropriate since i'm back in los angeles, and girls who are magazine covers litter the streets. And dude, get your brain out of the gutter. She's 14.
Personal questions, mostly unrelated to crushes or female body image: Can anybody I know lend me a copy of Rosilin Murphy, the Upper Cuts, or Broadcast? Are DVDs worth buying anymore? Who else has netflix? ¶ 12:32 AM
I posted my reaction to the Pitchfork top 50 singles list on ILM. I'm not sure whether I should be proud that I enjoy critical discoure or ashamed that I have entered the third circle of music nerdom.
Either way, "Dance With Me" may not have made the list, but I think you should give it a try anyway. In my junior year of high school, my friends came up with a fairly exhaustive set of rules for your first album. The last, and most important rule, was that your debut album (and all subsequent albums, live discs, or compliations) had to end with "Only In Dreams." Nancy Whang doesn't coo that perfect nerdlove line about "oxygen and carbon dioxide," and this song isn't about the bittersweet perfection of impossible crushes. While Weezer guitar solos on about inaction, Nancy+Juan+Tim get up the courage to call the crush, breaking the romatic crystalline spheres, sending shimmering disco ball shards to the floor. When the crush gets there- well... um... there's something i've got to tell you, uh , i don't know where to start, ha .. ah, ...... wanna dance? I guess I still can't tell whether this is a happy song, a sad song, or both and neither, which is probably why I put it next to "Only In Dreams" on the To Be Sorted Out shelf.
The Juan Maclean- Dance With Me
This is interesting and scary. It's put out by the Swedish department of health and human services, and it's a web-info-graphic-thing that shows how magazine covers are photoshopped. It's especially appropriate since i'm back in los angeles, and girls who are magazine covers litter the streets. And dude, get your brain out of the gutter. She's 14.
Personal questions, mostly unrelated to crushes or female body image: Can anybody I know lend me a copy of Rosilin Murphy, the Upper Cuts, or Broadcast? Are DVDs worth buying anymore? Who else has netflix? ¶ 12:32 AM
