to move up and down
black out the windows, it's party time
become one anything one time
Flying Shark Deluxe UPDATE: I fixed the music error. ENJOY!
Click through to play. Danke schön <3
I have been trying to work all morning and I can’t. I just can’t. I keep going back to this and giggling like a maniac. You’re a VIRGIN who can’t DRIVEThe movie would be titled “Toothless.” Sorry.
I finished The Fault In Our Stars last night. I battled with this book for a week. Picked it up at the library because Wil Wheaton’s tumblr told me to or something, I don’t remember, cried myself to sleep for a week straight while reading it because, while it’s an incredible book, it is A Cancer Book and I should Emphatically Not Be Reading Cancer Books No Matter How Good They Are Because I Will Never, Ever Be Able To Handle Them, and part of what is wonderful about the book is how the protagonist spends like 75% of the book telling everyone how dumb the myth is of the stoic cancer sufferer who does not become a person anymore, instead they develop this false heroic quality and all their life means is they are A Person Who Had Cancer And Fought Bravely and Died, and no the ceremony was not beautiful because IT WAS A FUCKING FUNERAL. And I finished the book and I had cried straight through the last two chapters because some of the descriptions were just too visceral and I wondered if I was ever going to be able to appreciate a book again without everything becoming about me*, and I skimmed through the acknowledgements and one of the people who John Green thanks as an early reader of the book is John Darnielle. And the Venn diagram of things and people that influence my life just shrank even smaller.
*the answer to this question is yes because I have read three out of four books written by Lauren Conrad
So Phillip Phillips sang “Volcano” on American Idol last night, and he did a pretty good job in a Dave Matthews covering “Volcano” after having invasive surgery sort of way, but there is always a part of me* that gets REALLY UPSET when American Idol introduces songs that I love to America, and it’s probably pretentious of me, but I was just sitting there going YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING EVEN MORE THAN THAT ONE MOVIE WITH CLIVE OWEN AND JULIA ROBERTS WAS A HOOKER OR SOMETHING EVEN MORE THAN YOU RUINED FORTUNATE SON** STOP IT.
So I am reexploring my Damien Rice catalog today. And the only thing that keeps me from losing my shit when I hear this song is remembering that it is probably about Renee Zellweger.
*or I could just stop watching American Idol
**in the sense that I loved Skylar Laine but she had no earthly idea what Fortunate Son was about
I added the Team Peenniss tag, guys, because I am EXTRAORDINARILY CLEVERMay the odds be ever in your favor.
http://twitter.com/#!/mountain_goats
And now, it is time for John Darnielle’s Twitter Made Me Cry.
“And this year my home, which I love and is awesome, was the latest to fall victim to a dying & bigoted breed with deep pockets
So go ahead and hate on my home if you must. And hate more on 30 other states where wonderful people gave blood & sweat to work for freedom
Or you can do as we will do in North Carolina & roll up your sleeves, & know that their hateful efforts are an attempt to hold back the sea.
And now a message to the people who keep passing these bans against people who just want to live out the love in their hearts
You think you can break our hearts but you are wrong. Our hearts don’t break and over time you will learn this the hard way
Too much of this album sounds like Flogging Molly (no, seriously)(except for the rapper)(BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN WHY IS THERE A RAPPER ON YOUR ALBUM) for me to fully endorse it, but this song puts this familiar ache in my chest, which does not make any sense because I have never lost anything on the scale that it describes, besides people, besides one person. It makes me want to destroy my life and then rebuild it from the ground up, just to say that I did. Jesus.
Evan emailed me this morning to say that he had a dream last night that he was writing a sequel to Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy called Channing Tatum, Taylor Swift.
America, this needs to happen.
Also, America, follow Evan’s Tumblr.
