Hey, hey, hey
(if you're anyone, you'll recognize that as strikingly similar to the regrettable "hit" of Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson, "Say, say, say" - maybe minus the commas).
I just finished reading Talking to Girls About Duran Duran by Rob Sheffield, columnist for Rolling Stone. Book was really, really awesome. It was like "High Fidelity" (which itself is rather similar to the Sheffield's other hit book, Love Is a Mixtape), only better. It completely and utterly summarized for me not only how vulnerable it can feel to like what YOU know is great music, but how that great music can determine your steps, soothe what hurts, and speak to you. Like, really, truly speak to you.
That being said, I know it's been awhile, guys. The past few months have been great. I'm starting a new part of my life tomorrow - here goes a shot at something I know well: music.
Needless to say, Rolling Stone still hasn't hired me. I'm still waiting.
Oh, also, I saw a bumper sticker the other day in the NOLA that said, on top of a "Star Wars" background, "Metaphors Be With You."
I told this to my friend, A. He said, "Metaphors be with you, too. Hungry I am" and proceeded to ceremoniously devour an entire "wet" burrito at Juan's in under 5 minutes.
And that, friends, is the type of crowd I roll with.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
gimme gimme symphonies, with a side of drugs
Dan Black (no relation to Frank Black of the Pixies), the British "wonky pop" artist, sells symphonies with Kid Cudi. We like. I give you, "Symphonies."
I like what's happening here. I needed a change from all the alt stuff I've been listening to.
In addition, I give you Built By Animals. This is my personal favorite song, "Teenage Rampage." Do you believe in drugs, like I know you do?
I penned about a million versions of these lyrics but never showed them to the guys. Weirdly enough, the lyrics I wrote - which, million versions or not, were basically all the same - turned out similar to these. Down to the f-bomb and the beats.
I have every faith that these guys will blow up someday. If Vampire Weekend can do it, they can.
And, for your listening pleasure, I give you The Go Find, "Dictionary."
Next on the lineup, "Graveyard Girl" by M83.
Forgive the weird video, the original video was disabled, by request. Stupid copyright laws.
A little Uruguay for you, courtesy of a friend:
That was, No te va Gustar, "No Hay Dolor." Te va gustar?
Finally, last but not least, an acoustic version of VHS or Beta, "Can't Believe a Single Word."
I like what's happening here. I needed a change from all the alt stuff I've been listening to.
In addition, I give you Built By Animals. This is my personal favorite song, "Teenage Rampage." Do you believe in drugs, like I know you do?
I penned about a million versions of these lyrics but never showed them to the guys. Weirdly enough, the lyrics I wrote - which, million versions or not, were basically all the same - turned out similar to these. Down to the f-bomb and the beats.
I have every faith that these guys will blow up someday. If Vampire Weekend can do it, they can.
And, for your listening pleasure, I give you The Go Find, "Dictionary."
Next on the lineup, "Graveyard Girl" by M83.
Forgive the weird video, the original video was disabled, by request. Stupid copyright laws.
A little Uruguay for you, courtesy of a friend:
That was, No te va Gustar, "No Hay Dolor." Te va gustar?
Finally, last but not least, an acoustic version of VHS or Beta, "Can't Believe a Single Word."
Monday, May 17, 2010
the hottest heat to hit since people rediscovered the synth
Testing...testing...1-2-3...
First, there was music.
Then, there was Brooklyn indie-electro pop-rock (otherwise known as "noise pop").
So many syllables. So much awesomeness.
Noise pop, defined: a genre that mixes "punk rock's attitude" with the "atonal" sounds, feedback, and loose to "free" structure of noise music, presented in a "pop context." Personally, I'd never even known noise pop was a genre. Apparently, our old favs The Jesus and Mary Chain launched it back in the mid-80s. Folks are still trying to prove that heavy drug use is 100% behind the genre itself.
So, in a nice segue from the feedback entry I gave you yesterday, here is music that's fucking BUILT on feedback. I give you: Sleigh Bells.
Sleigh Bells originally formed in 2008. Miller and Krauss - the male and female parts of the band, respectively - combined their music backgrounds (him, hardcore, her, pop) to make the now M.I.A.-signed dynamite pack Sleigh Bells. They released their first album, "Treats," last week. Honestly, this the best whole album I've listened to since "Tragic Kingdom" from No Doubt back in '95 (and that kicked off an entire ska revival nation-wide).
First, there was music.
Then, there was Brooklyn indie-electro pop-rock (otherwise known as "noise pop").
So many syllables. So much awesomeness.
Noise pop, defined: a genre that mixes "punk rock's attitude" with the "atonal" sounds, feedback, and loose to "free" structure of noise music, presented in a "pop context." Personally, I'd never even known noise pop was a genre. Apparently, our old favs The Jesus and Mary Chain launched it back in the mid-80s. Folks are still trying to prove that heavy drug use is 100% behind the genre itself.
So, in a nice segue from the feedback entry I gave you yesterday, here is music that's fucking BUILT on feedback. I give you: Sleigh Bells.
Sleigh Bells originally formed in 2008. Miller and Krauss - the male and female parts of the band, respectively - combined their music backgrounds (him, hardcore, her, pop) to make the now M.I.A.-signed dynamite pack Sleigh Bells. They released their first album, "Treats," last week. Honestly, this the best whole album I've listened to since "Tragic Kingdom" from No Doubt back in '95 (and that kicked off an entire ska revival nation-wide).
Sunday, May 16, 2010
feedback the feedback
I was struck by this quote the other day:
"If you are going to tell people the truth, you better make them laugh; otherwise, they'll kill you."
-George Bernard Shaw
Yo, lemme tell you - GBS knew what was up. This quote sticks with me for so many reasons - direct feedback is hard - hard to give, hard to take, hard to listen to, and, as I'm noticing, hard to write about. Indirect feedback? Well, that's just annoying feedback.
I grew up an only child. My cousins were always over, the children of my dad's younger sister, and they were - and will always be - my surrogate siblings. But, let's be real - there were some long stretches where it was...just me. I guess that's why I'm who I am.
As an only child, I often had to be occupied. I was pretty good at occupying myself, don't get me wrong, but there were times when I sought out my parents. My dad had this thing called a dictophone. Let me give you some background: the dictophone was invented as a secretarial aide, so that busy and important people could dictate their notes and then type them at leisure. Thus, my father realized that an excellent way to occupy my time was to set me up in the upstairs attic and let me talk to myself for hours on that dictophone.
Ok, before you jump to conclusions about my childhood and the trauma a child might experience from being thrown in an attic and forced to talk to herself for hours, let's remember who I am. It wasn't exactly abuse to sequester me somewhere and make me run my mouth for an extended period of time. Also, our attic wasn't an attic like in "Bride of Chuckie," it was more of a renovated big room upstairs. You did have to climb a ladder to get to it, though.
Anyway - so this concept of feedback? I never got any on those tapes. There was simply a period in my life where I made them, and then it was over. I hope my dad threw them away. Knowing my mom, she probably has them locked up somewhere, and if I know my mother, that "somewhere" is the cabinet in our dining room. God knows what I said on those things. I'm pretty sure I just babbled for hours on end about veritably nothing or listed tidbits of scatalogical humor. My poor parents probably threw me up there so that I wouldn't talk at THEM for all those hours. And imagine my shock when, come middle school (when even I knew that talking to yourself in an attic on a dictophone wasn't cool), no one wanted to listen to me dominate a conversation for more than 5 minutes. I adapted quickly. Grades 5-8 I was a pretty quiet child, something no one can really fathom now.
This explains so many things:
1. Why I used to have (and often still do have) serious issues weaving a story with a real plot and semblance of any structure whatsoever, much less a beginning and end.
2. Why I often feel an inexplicable urge to take over a conversation.
3. Why I get antsy when I'm silent.
4. Why I need to listen to music to replace silence a lot.
5. Why I'm now writing this (let's face it: this is 2010's dictophone, is it not?)
And, finally, imagine the cruel twist of fate experienced by your humble narrator when, as a 6th grader, a horse kicked me and shattered all 40 of my knuckles (yup, the uppers and lowers) and forced me to spend May and June of 1996 in full-on stump hand casts. Comical, right? Yeah, it was fucking hilarious.
Guess what I took my exams on. Guess, my friends, what my 6th grade Social Studies teacher, that sadist, had me map Africa with. Yes, map Africa. Orally. Latitude, longitude, lakes, rivers, cities, every country, etc. With a dictophone. It should be noted that my ELA/Humanities behemoth of a final project was essentially a memoir. I received an 'A', and I'm pretty sure it was because my teachers huddled around the tape player and all just experienced massive ear hemorrhages simultaneously.
"Shut it off! Shut it off!" I can picture them screaming.
"Give the child an 'A'," they yell in unison.
And this, friends, is why I now leaving singing voicemails on my managers' phones.
This week's lineup:
1. "Turn It Up" by The Feeling
The Feeling is a band out of the UK (that's right, an import) circa 2006. You probably grouped them with Keane, maybe a little Rooney for you people in the USA. I personally don't REALLY see the Rooney reference, but I'll give it to you purely because they're a little alt-pop with some punk influence. This song is catchy, and I'm down with that at this point in my life. You could run to this song, and that's cool. Also check out, "Never Be Lonely" and "Sewn."
2."The Difference Between Us," by The Dead Weather
I mean, I guess I can understand the haunting "7 Nation Army" sound this has, given that Jack White is a quarter of this supergroup that kinda came out of nowhere. I love it, but at the same time, I wish they'd done something even more different.
3. "Flagpole Sitta," by Harvey Danger
Shit, but this is a hard song to get! You have to buy the whole ALBUM on iTunes just to hear this one single! But it's really good. What kills me is that I totally bought the album 12 years ago, when I was 14. Now, I have to buy it again?
Turns out my iTunes is a real motherfucker - they don't even sell the original album (Where have all the merrymakers gone?). You have to buy it through purchase of the "Scooby-Doo 2" soundtrack. Which, actually, I'll tell you, isn't all that bad now that I'm eyeballing it. I'm still wondering though, iTunes, what's really good with no original Harvey Danger in your lineup?
That's all for now guys. Enjoy, feedback some feedback.
"If you are going to tell people the truth, you better make them laugh; otherwise, they'll kill you."
-George Bernard Shaw
Yo, lemme tell you - GBS knew what was up. This quote sticks with me for so many reasons - direct feedback is hard - hard to give, hard to take, hard to listen to, and, as I'm noticing, hard to write about. Indirect feedback? Well, that's just annoying feedback.
I grew up an only child. My cousins were always over, the children of my dad's younger sister, and they were - and will always be - my surrogate siblings. But, let's be real - there were some long stretches where it was...just me. I guess that's why I'm who I am.
As an only child, I often had to be occupied. I was pretty good at occupying myself, don't get me wrong, but there were times when I sought out my parents. My dad had this thing called a dictophone. Let me give you some background: the dictophone was invented as a secretarial aide, so that busy and important people could dictate their notes and then type them at leisure. Thus, my father realized that an excellent way to occupy my time was to set me up in the upstairs attic and let me talk to myself for hours on that dictophone.
Ok, before you jump to conclusions about my childhood and the trauma a child might experience from being thrown in an attic and forced to talk to herself for hours, let's remember who I am. It wasn't exactly abuse to sequester me somewhere and make me run my mouth for an extended period of time. Also, our attic wasn't an attic like in "Bride of Chuckie," it was more of a renovated big room upstairs. You did have to climb a ladder to get to it, though.
Anyway - so this concept of feedback? I never got any on those tapes. There was simply a period in my life where I made them, and then it was over. I hope my dad threw them away. Knowing my mom, she probably has them locked up somewhere, and if I know my mother, that "somewhere" is the cabinet in our dining room. God knows what I said on those things. I'm pretty sure I just babbled for hours on end about veritably nothing or listed tidbits of scatalogical humor. My poor parents probably threw me up there so that I wouldn't talk at THEM for all those hours. And imagine my shock when, come middle school (when even I knew that talking to yourself in an attic on a dictophone wasn't cool), no one wanted to listen to me dominate a conversation for more than 5 minutes. I adapted quickly. Grades 5-8 I was a pretty quiet child, something no one can really fathom now.
This explains so many things:
1. Why I used to have (and often still do have) serious issues weaving a story with a real plot and semblance of any structure whatsoever, much less a beginning and end.
2. Why I often feel an inexplicable urge to take over a conversation.
3. Why I get antsy when I'm silent.
4. Why I need to listen to music to replace silence a lot.
5. Why I'm now writing this (let's face it: this is 2010's dictophone, is it not?)
And, finally, imagine the cruel twist of fate experienced by your humble narrator when, as a 6th grader, a horse kicked me and shattered all 40 of my knuckles (yup, the uppers and lowers) and forced me to spend May and June of 1996 in full-on stump hand casts. Comical, right? Yeah, it was fucking hilarious.
Guess what I took my exams on. Guess, my friends, what my 6th grade Social Studies teacher, that sadist, had me map Africa with. Yes, map Africa. Orally. Latitude, longitude, lakes, rivers, cities, every country, etc. With a dictophone. It should be noted that my ELA/Humanities behemoth of a final project was essentially a memoir. I received an 'A', and I'm pretty sure it was because my teachers huddled around the tape player and all just experienced massive ear hemorrhages simultaneously.
"Shut it off! Shut it off!" I can picture them screaming.
"Give the child an 'A'," they yell in unison.
And this, friends, is why I now leaving singing voicemails on my managers' phones.
This week's lineup:
1. "Turn It Up" by The Feeling
The Feeling is a band out of the UK (that's right, an import) circa 2006. You probably grouped them with Keane, maybe a little Rooney for you people in the USA. I personally don't REALLY see the Rooney reference, but I'll give it to you purely because they're a little alt-pop with some punk influence. This song is catchy, and I'm down with that at this point in my life. You could run to this song, and that's cool. Also check out, "Never Be Lonely" and "Sewn."
2."The Difference Between Us," by The Dead Weather
I mean, I guess I can understand the haunting "7 Nation Army" sound this has, given that Jack White is a quarter of this supergroup that kinda came out of nowhere. I love it, but at the same time, I wish they'd done something even more different.
3. "Flagpole Sitta," by Harvey Danger
Shit, but this is a hard song to get! You have to buy the whole ALBUM on iTunes just to hear this one single! But it's really good. What kills me is that I totally bought the album 12 years ago, when I was 14. Now, I have to buy it again?
Turns out my iTunes is a real motherfucker - they don't even sell the original album (Where have all the merrymakers gone?). You have to buy it through purchase of the "Scooby-Doo 2" soundtrack. Which, actually, I'll tell you, isn't all that bad now that I'm eyeballing it. I'm still wondering though, iTunes, what's really good with no original Harvey Danger in your lineup?
That's all for now guys. Enjoy, feedback some feedback.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
life and times and chuckie cheese
Today, I checked my kids' writing notebooks for a random notebook check. Turns out my wonderful student, K, wrote a very succinct, haiku-like response last night in his notebook. The picture is provided because it helps to capture the intensity in which this was written. The assignment? Describe your week in 20 words or less. This had been a warm-up he had missed from a previous lesson, so I guess he decided to go back and make it up. K went over the word count, understandably. He had a big week.
I read this today and just laughed, because it's so K. First of all, he has written multiple pages explaining key events in U.S. History, and in the same token, he wrote in big letters so that half the page wouldn't be left blank with his 20-word assignment. Second of all, he occupied an entire page to write a warm-up he missed from a random day. This, my friends, is why kids are hilarious.
I have so many questions!
1. How do you pull a muscle at Chuckie Cheese?
2. Where IS there a Chuckie Cheese in NY?
3. Why was my student at a Chuckie Cheese?
4. Do they still have those creepy robotic animals?
I love my job. LOVE my job.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
las estrellas de california y los droggas apreton de manos
Bienvenidos!
What's happening? On this rainy, cold day in New York City - unseasonably cold, I might add - I'm craving something awesome. And what's more awesome than an entire block of Wilco on NPR and a Wilco clip on this awesome blog?
Of my favorite Wilco song?
Live??
Nothing, guys. Well, maybe some things. But I can't think of anything better right now.
You're welcome.
What's happening? On this rainy, cold day in New York City - unseasonably cold, I might add - I'm craving something awesome. And what's more awesome than an entire block of Wilco on NPR and a Wilco clip on this awesome blog?
Of my favorite Wilco song?
Live??
Nothing, guys. Well, maybe some things. But I can't think of anything better right now.
You're welcome.
Friday, May 7, 2010
clap your hands and fall in love a little bit
This post's title was prompted by the underwhelming performance I witnessed from Clap Your Hands...'s front man, Alex Ounsworth.
This post is NOT meant to be underwhelming.
Don't really have much to say. It was a hard week, on a lot of levels, but one that really put things into perspective. I listened to a lot of harder-guitar, heavy-drummed rock tracks. And yeah, the standard 1/4 of what iTunes has glorified as "hippie rock." So sue me.
One day, I'm going to write for Rolling Stone and people are gonna drool over these blog posts. Yeah, one day. One day I'll have my own rickshaw and a golden toilet.
The other part of the title? Falling in love a little bit. So, speaking of underwhelming, G has been totally unimpressed with my binary system, lately. My binary system, I should share with you, is how I view the world. People that I think are attractive (on a variety of levels, please - what do you take me for?) are 1's. People who are not, well - they're 0's.
Common Questions Associated With the Binary System (and Their Answers)
Yes, it is possible for a 1 to become a 0. Sometimes all it takes is that 1 opening his mouth.
No, it is rarely possible for a 0 to become a 1. Hard work usually pays off though.
No, there are no "2's" in this binary system. IT'S BINARY. I don't know who made up the "2" loophole, but I think it was probably someone who wanted to excuse him/herself for screwing around with a lot of 1's and failing to differentiate.
No, looks are not all that I consider when deciding if you're a 1 or a 0.
No, I am not shallow. I only appear to be.
Why even use a system? I mean, first of all, it's a joke guys (I still don't know who that totally serious Sally was that read my blog awhile back, but whoever you were - I feel like I used to offend you daily). But, second, and more importantly, when I first discovered it, I realized that I tend to group most individuals into a 1. On a deserted island, for example, where we were this past February, G pointed out your average group of tanned Chilean men. I looked at them, and sized them up, and, based on looks alone, deemed 3/4 to be 1's. Is that so bad? What about standard deviation and bell curves and shit?
So, point of this is that my friend B, and my other friend G...they both accuse me off falling in love all the time. And, yeah. I guess I do. Is that so bad? I think everyone can stand to fall in love a little bit. You never know what you're gonna get.
This is dedicated to you.
1. "Hurricane J" by The Hold Steady
So here's how I feel about The Hold Steady: awesome. Typically, bands that are fronted by eh-looking dudes rock. Take, for example, Harvey Danger. Highly underrated minor-league frontman. No hate - these guys are still hot, to me. Gotta dig a guy who can wail major-league style.
2. "American Slang" by The Gaslight Anthem
The Gaslight Anthem is the best thing to come out of New Jersey since Springsteen, and the Boss refs are completely warranted. Fallon can rip a story out of a garbage dump, and he can still make it sound wicked good and on-key.
3. "Lust for Life" by Girls
So apparently there is an Iggy Pop song with the same name, that was used in the movie "Trainspotting." I checked it out. Also really good.
4. "Young Adult Friction" by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
As a teacher, I have to appreciate the double entendre happening here. Their band name is super-annoying.
5. "C'mon" by The Soft Pack
Wow. Didn't know a plurality of this band was totally hot until I checked out their stiz on YouTube. Props, boys. You know how I feel about flannel-wearing guitar-playing brown-haired boys.
6. "Floating Vibes" by Surfer Blood
This band withstands a lot of Vampire Weekend comparisons. I only say withstands because I'm not sure it's an entirely good thing - I get a different vibe (pardon the pun) from them. They're a good summer band, we'll stick with them.
7. "Tighten Up" by The Black Keys
The Black Keys fucking rock. Amen.
8. "Laredo" by Band of Horses
I couldn't get this song out of my head for 2 weeks. Total change from the "Funeral" album. Much more chord-oriented and less pick guitar.
9. "Someone to Shove" by Soul Asylum
Great classic from early '90s. Also a highly underrated band - you probably met Soul Asylum somewhere in your teens with "Runaway Train," and you probably thought they were Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Here is one case where I make an exception to my boy rule and think a blond-ish boy is cute.
10. "Molly (16 Candles)" by Sponge
GOOD LORD this is a great song. Also a throwback - even this vid is from '96. I went on a '90s binge on my music search, ok? Check out another Sponge song, "Plowed," and fall in love a little bit.
11. "Keep Fishin'" by Weezer
Possibly the greatest Weezer VIDEO (video guys, not song, video) ever made. Muppets. MUPPETS. I <3 Rivers Cuomo.
12. "Song for the Girl" by Vox Jaguars
And, finally, a little Vox Jaguars. Nothing like some Latin in your name to spice things up.
This post is NOT meant to be underwhelming.
Don't really have much to say. It was a hard week, on a lot of levels, but one that really put things into perspective. I listened to a lot of harder-guitar, heavy-drummed rock tracks. And yeah, the standard 1/4 of what iTunes has glorified as "hippie rock." So sue me.
One day, I'm going to write for Rolling Stone and people are gonna drool over these blog posts. Yeah, one day. One day I'll have my own rickshaw and a golden toilet.
The other part of the title? Falling in love a little bit. So, speaking of underwhelming, G has been totally unimpressed with my binary system, lately. My binary system, I should share with you, is how I view the world. People that I think are attractive (on a variety of levels, please - what do you take me for?) are 1's. People who are not, well - they're 0's.
Common Questions Associated With the Binary System (and Their Answers)
Yes, it is possible for a 1 to become a 0. Sometimes all it takes is that 1 opening his mouth.
No, it is rarely possible for a 0 to become a 1. Hard work usually pays off though.
No, there are no "2's" in this binary system. IT'S BINARY. I don't know who made up the "2" loophole, but I think it was probably someone who wanted to excuse him/herself for screwing around with a lot of 1's and failing to differentiate.
No, looks are not all that I consider when deciding if you're a 1 or a 0.
No, I am not shallow. I only appear to be.
Why even use a system? I mean, first of all, it's a joke guys (I still don't know who that totally serious Sally was that read my blog awhile back, but whoever you were - I feel like I used to offend you daily). But, second, and more importantly, when I first discovered it, I realized that I tend to group most individuals into a 1. On a deserted island, for example, where we were this past February, G pointed out your average group of tanned Chilean men. I looked at them, and sized them up, and, based on looks alone, deemed 3/4 to be 1's. Is that so bad? What about standard deviation and bell curves and shit?
So, point of this is that my friend B, and my other friend G...they both accuse me off falling in love all the time. And, yeah. I guess I do. Is that so bad? I think everyone can stand to fall in love a little bit. You never know what you're gonna get.
This is dedicated to you.
1. "Hurricane J" by The Hold Steady
So here's how I feel about The Hold Steady: awesome. Typically, bands that are fronted by eh-looking dudes rock. Take, for example, Harvey Danger. Highly underrated minor-league frontman. No hate - these guys are still hot, to me. Gotta dig a guy who can wail major-league style.
2. "American Slang" by The Gaslight Anthem
The Gaslight Anthem is the best thing to come out of New Jersey since Springsteen, and the Boss refs are completely warranted. Fallon can rip a story out of a garbage dump, and he can still make it sound wicked good and on-key.
3. "Lust for Life" by Girls
So apparently there is an Iggy Pop song with the same name, that was used in the movie "Trainspotting." I checked it out. Also really good.
4. "Young Adult Friction" by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
As a teacher, I have to appreciate the double entendre happening here. Their band name is super-annoying.
5. "C'mon" by The Soft Pack
Wow. Didn't know a plurality of this band was totally hot until I checked out their stiz on YouTube. Props, boys. You know how I feel about flannel-wearing guitar-playing brown-haired boys.
6. "Floating Vibes" by Surfer Blood
This band withstands a lot of Vampire Weekend comparisons. I only say withstands because I'm not sure it's an entirely good thing - I get a different vibe (pardon the pun) from them. They're a good summer band, we'll stick with them.
7. "Tighten Up" by The Black Keys
The Black Keys fucking rock. Amen.
8. "Laredo" by Band of Horses
I couldn't get this song out of my head for 2 weeks. Total change from the "Funeral" album. Much more chord-oriented and less pick guitar.
9. "Someone to Shove" by Soul Asylum
Great classic from early '90s. Also a highly underrated band - you probably met Soul Asylum somewhere in your teens with "Runaway Train," and you probably thought they were Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Here is one case where I make an exception to my boy rule and think a blond-ish boy is cute.
10. "Molly (16 Candles)" by Sponge
GOOD LORD this is a great song. Also a throwback - even this vid is from '96. I went on a '90s binge on my music search, ok? Check out another Sponge song, "Plowed," and fall in love a little bit.
11. "Keep Fishin'" by Weezer
Possibly the greatest Weezer VIDEO (video guys, not song, video) ever made. Muppets. MUPPETS. I <3 Rivers Cuomo.
12. "Song for the Girl" by Vox Jaguars
And, finally, a little Vox Jaguars. Nothing like some Latin in your name to spice things up.
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