Oh man, white people love musical comedy. Now I’m personally not a huge fan of musical comedy, but something about this music and the visual is entertaining. Enjoy.
Given the content of this video, it’s no surprise that the dude, Corey Vidal, is wearing obnoxious t-shirts from ads that tend to interrupt a serious facebook sesh. And just so the intellectual property is protected, I feel obligated to tell you that Corey isn’t actually singing, but he does a fairly hilarious job pretending to. The actual a cappella group is a few dudes that call themselves Moosebutter. Cool name?
(Side note: Alicia, I’ve found you a husband! This guy can lip sync the theme songs from all of your favorite movies!)
And ummm…I just remembered how the theme song to Jurassic Park might be one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever. EVAH. Will I pay 99 cents for it on iTunes tonight? You know it.
The first thing I did after getting my computer back from the Apple Store (which gets my two emphatic thumbs up for EXCELLENT customer service, by the way) was download all of the songs that I’d been aching to download in the past week. Buying random songs on iTunes is my crack, except it’s cheaper and less destructive. Here’s what I typically download: random songs that I hear on TV shows and in commercials that I love; songs that my friends recommend to me; songs that iTunes recommends to me; and any of the top ten songs on iTunes that I think I might like. If it wasn’t for Top Songs on my iTunes Store homepage, I wouldn’t have even known that Beyonce had a new song.
Taylor Swift is always in the Top Songs list. Now, I like country music (I know, calm down), so I’ve known about this fetus for a while, but bitch is getting FAMOUS. I mean she has had like 300 hit singles and she’s only 11:
Now even though I faithfully download most of her songs, I’m starting to get a little irked by the oh-so-subtle monotony of the themes. Let’s take a look at the titles to some of her hit songs. There are the I’ve-had-my-heart-broken-more-times-than-Dawson-Leery songs: “Teardrops On My Guitar,” “Should’ve Said No,” and “You’re Not Sorry.” Then there’s the I’m-capable-of-intense-loving-relationships-even-though-I’m-a-preteen section with songs like “Fearless,” “Love Story,” “Tim McGraw,” “Our Song,” and “I’m Only Me When I’m With You.” And I’m probably forgetting some from each category.
That’s an old-souled 11-year-old. (Okay she’s actually 18). The girl is talented, and ignoring the fact that she has had more meaningful relationships in two years than I will probably ever have, I think she needs to branch out with her themes a little bit. Maybe write about calculus. Or the prom. Or the agony of having braces in your senior picture. Maybe — just maybe — I’ll refuse to by her next love/heartbreak song out of protest. Until then, I will be rocking out to her latest single, “You’re Not Sorry,” and weeping silently because I’m a TAYLOR SWIFT FAN.
In my slight defense, I totally bought a lot of old Paul Simon songs tonight. That’s slightly less embarrassing, no?
As many of you know, I am legit obsessed with the Counting Crows and would accept a job fixing Adam Duritz’s dreads if he would only offer it to me. I thought I had heard every Counting Crows song ever made, but of course this new genius playlist thing from iTunes was all “Ha ha! Look at all these songs you’ve never heard! And you call yourself a fan!” and then I felt inadequate and immediately bought all of the songs. It turned out to be a good idea, because I discovered what is now one of my new favorite songs. It’s actually a cover of a Jackson Frank song, but I really dig the Counting Crows version. Without further ado, please enjoy “The Blues Run the Game”:
America, get ready for a huge shock. CLAY AIKEN IS GAY. Errr…duh? And who cares? I know you were looking forward to the pictures of Clay’s kid (yes, he found someone to carry his child), but Clay decided to steal his infant son’s thunder with the gay bomb. Then again, it’s hardly a bomb at all, given all the accusations of soliciting for sex in gay chat rooms…etc…etc…
So what I’m saying is that this is just as exciting as Lance Bass coming out. As in, not at all. I’m just happy for Clay that he can finally be himself. Plus, his kid is cute.
Travis, the drummer from Blink-182, and DJ AM, a singer-songwriter who was once engaged to Nicole Richie, were in a plane crash late last night. Four people died in the crash, but Travis and DJ AM (whose real name is Adam Goldstein) survived. Both are in critical condition, according to their spokespeople. They have been touring together as TRVSDJ-AM and played a show that day in Columbia, South Carolina. Read the news story here.
Get well soon, guys. Please.
UPDATED: There has been much speculation as to the other people who died. Two were the pilots, but the names of the other two have not yet been released. It has been confirmed that Gavin DeGraw was NOT one of the passengers, nor was Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction.
I don’t have a lot to write about right now, because the only things going on in the world are the Second Great Depression and Sarah Palin. I don’t understand the economy, and I’m sick of talking about Palin, so I’ve got nothing. And I mean, Kathleen already stole the best story of the day.
But I want to post SOMETHING so let’s all listen to my new favorite song, “She Moves In Her Own Way,” by The Kooks. Those of you who know me: picture the song as if it’s about me. Picture me dancing to it, moving in MY own way. Which is to say, extremely awkwardly. Now didn’t that bring a smile to your face?
Also, isn’t the title a great six word memoir? Quick, somebody claim it and make it their own!
I love outdoor concerts. I love live music in general, and being outside listening to live music makes me feel like I’m actually sort of outdoorsy. I mean, there are bugs, and I’m sitting on the ground, right?
This Labor Day weekend, I attended two truly American outdoor concerts, and I find the juxtaposition of these concerts to be very entertaining. On Sunday night, I went to the National Symphony Orchestra’s free concert on the Capitol lawn. The Capitol was behind us, the Washington Monument was in front of us, there was a ridiculously gorgeous sunset, and generally the entire event oozed classiness. Our view basically looked like this:
Of course, the only songs I really recognized were the suites they played from movies (um Harry Potter? AMAZING.), but still, it was classy. After the concert, we even went out for some classy glasses of wine at a classy restaurant AND took a cab home. I know, I’m an adult. (As long as you disregard the fact that we tried to bring wine into the concert and failed because they legit tear apart your bag looking for booze and weapons, so we had to hide the wine in the bushes. That wasn’t so classy.)
Unfortunately, my faux-maturity came to an end last night when I attended a Jimmy Buffet concert. You heard me. Jimmy Buffet. I know you’re jealous. Going into the concert, I anticipated dancing like a hippie alongside a bunch of people who looked like my parents. I wasn’t entirely off-base on that assumption, except instead of dancing next to a bunch of middle-aged white folks, I watched in horror as police tackled them to the ground and arrested them. I have never seen so many arrests in such a short period of time, and man, those cops were brutal! It was mostly entertaining/shocking to watch all of this stuff go down, but at one point I found myself alone right as a cop took down a fat guy in a Hawaiian shirt, and I nearly started crying I was so scared. My favorite fight, by far, involved two trashy women who started going at it right in front of us. One of them was holding a child and screamed “Can’t you see I have my baby here?!” right before she smacked the other woman in the face. That poor kid’s gonna have some issues.
On the whole, the Buffet concert was a hell of a lot of fun. I thoroughly enjoyed dancing around like a sweaty maniac to all of the songs I know by heart (har har), and for a dude who’s like 112, Jimmy sure puts on a good show. (Although we think he maaay have been lip syncing some of the songs…)
I loved that everyone at the concert went all-out when it came to tailgating. We were proud of ourselves for having Margaritaville brand margarita mix, but some people brought sand, decorated their cars like sharks (fins to the left baby), had baby pools to lounge in during the tailgate, etc. One little girl even had a sign that said “I missed my first day of kindergarten to be here.” Again with the good parenting.
The costumes in general were absurd. I saw more bikini tops on people who shouldn’t have been wearing bikini tops and shirtless dudes who shouldn’t have been shirtless than I ever wanted to see, and I started to get jealous that I didn’t have a parrot on my head. My favorite costume was this younger couple that was totally decked out in pirate gear, and I told them how much I loved their outfits. Then later in the night when we needed our car jumped, THE SAME PIRATE COUPLE stopped to help us. How’s that for karma?!
While hopped up on margaritas and Jimmy Buffet, I made a startling observation: Jimmy Buffet and Joe Biden are twins who were separated at birth. (And they even have the same initials…dun dun dun.) See for yourselves:
Right?!!
Now for your at-work enjoyment, take a listen to my favorite Jimmy Buffet song (and be sure to notice Jimmy’s mustache and the delightfully literal video):
six words to change the world. 