The National: Mr. November
Query: if you were making a pro-Obama YouTube video, would this be the song that you would choose? Personally, um, no, absolutely not, but, after the jump, somebody disagrees:
“I’m Not a Weirdo.”
Via KSK:
But, how do I order?!?
Also: “They’re not tricks, Michael, they’re illusions; a trick is something a whore does for money.” Actually, I think both apply to this clip.
Acknowledgment of the fact that it is December 31
There really should be a cooler version of this on YouTube, but what are you going to do:
Two more not very exciting versions of the same, one not particularly compelling observation and a digression from that observation after the jump:
”’To play us out?’ . . . I don’t know what that means.”
To be fair, I sometimes react similarly when “writing” this blog.
Thanks Arthur
Aside from the obvious, a couple of subtle points that I enjoy:
1. The fact that the woman grabs her jacket when she says “jacket,” as if Arthur and the viewers would not understand the meaning of word “jacket.” I like to think that this is what so amused Arthur.
2. The male anchor looking at Arthur with intense bemusement as if to say, “I can’t believe you went on the air high.” I like to think that this explains his laugh at the end.
I Touch Myself, classy-like
Scala Choir and the Kolacny Brothers.
I can’t explain what is so great about this, wait, yes, I can. It’s fifty young, fresh-faced Belgian girls enthusiastically singing a song about, well, touching themselves, while an overly-animated dude conducts/dances/performs with even greater enthusiasm. It’s glorious.
Let Me Clear My Fraggle
Ahh, Fraggle Rock, the best part of my grandparents having Cablevision and HBO in the early 1980s. Ahh, Let Me Clear My Throat, which always reminds me of the Ed Lover dance and Yo! MTV Raps, the best part of MTV in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Two great tastes, yada, yada, yada.
Bert and Ernie get gangsta after the jump: