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Mood: In Love ]
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Currently: Listening to Morningwood ]
As the official young person of the RevolutionSF community, I feel it is my duty to share with you what us kids are currently listening to. Basically, the Moby Rule of the 90s continues to apply, wherein if its been on a car commercial, we jam on it. Mostly during text message arranged insta-raves on our newfangled iPods at 2 AM, in the inside parking lot at various malls or just at some random Denny’s.
This happens all the time.
Foist of awl, there’s Morningwood. Their single, Nth Degree, is just plain fun to drive to, and their CD’s tag line, "Sexy music for sexy people," rings with mock arrogance that identifies it as belonging to Generation Why more clearly than Quasimodo trapped in a Anita Ward b-side. I am King of the Run-On Sentence Valley. This group accurately depicts everything that we in our early twenties remember as being cool from the eighties, except for the Peewee Herman PSA about crack. While I’m thinking about horrible PSAs, ever wonder how much gay sex the French can fit into three minutes? Click here to find out!
Who would possibly think this man would die from AIDS?
Sexondly, the New Young Pony Club. Fabulous hair, implied lesbianism, monotone vocals, lots of synth – its like the Waitresses were frozen in time until the world needed them again. Much like Captain America, King Arthur, Jesus, and Austin Powers. Wow, that storyline has been played out. Anyway, these folks are also good times, and if you’re not too busy doing verbs or wonderfully describing them with adjectives, I recommend you pirate their album. They don’t need American money, they’re British. They’ll be like, "Oy, I wants to buy some fish’n’chips, me tum’s a bit rumbly," and the fish’n’chips guy will be all, "Awright, guv’nor, that shall require me partaking from you 5 L’s," and then they’ll say, "All I got’s are these funny green papers with some mushroom headed guy on them," and then the fish’n’chips guy will say, "TEHN ALL YOU GET IS GRUEL LIKE IN OLIVER TWIST!" So don’t let Dickens happen to this band, pirate their music. Buy a t-shirt at Hot Topic maybe. Everyone likes ponies.
Obligatory poorly lit picture of a band
Fred Lee, this is why techno music exists. Lots of people like to flop around and do some fruity wavy arm movements or hump the nearest five people when they go to a party. Me? I beat the shit out of the air in front of everyone around me. It all looks the same under a strobe light, so WHY NOT pretend to avenge your father’s murder by invisible ninja death squad? Answer that question, it wasn’t rhetorical. It’s like therapy for people who have to dance by themselves in crowds. Don’t get me wrong, I also enjoy humping girls when the opportunity presents itself. Oh, and this is just an example of generic techno – there really aren’t any good techno artists, just a bunch of acne scarred white dudes with the letters "DJ" in front of some word that is vaguely ironic or dumb. DJ Stanowitz, DJ On-E, DJ JD, for example. Those aren’t really DJ’s that I know about, but if you Google them, they probably exist.
This is also pretty good, but kinda getting old already. Ph33r the Baltimore County School Board, Dexter! The Avalanches have excellent music videos, but their albums aren’t very good on second or third play throughs. They’re masters of sampling old movie reels, and by "masters," I mean they do it way too much.
Just fifty more years until you die, thirty-somethings!
No, I kid, I keed. You’re very important. Your job is to point out bizarre crap you remember from the late 70s on YouTube, or tell us about how badly movies you thought were cool have held up. I’ve never seen a Sly Stallone movie in my life, how the crap am I going to come up with funny stuff to say about Rocky Balboa?
We need you.
I need you.