Bike Messengers in NYC = Crazy

I told myself when I clicked on this link that I wasn't going to watch all 7 minutes, but I found myself unable to push "pause". See for yourself.

Arcade Fire

"Funeral" by The Arcade Fire has got to be one of my most favorite albums of all time. It took a little getting used to, but I think I've listened to it like, a hundred times. Or less, who knows. I was on YouTube today watching Arcade Fire videos and came across this one:

I love it because they all just stand up there and perform their heads off, yelling and playing. I was watching the lead singer and thinking to myself how uncharacteristically uncharasmatic he was, and I realized that there are 8 of them on stage (9 if you count Bowie), and to have a boisterous attention-hungry lead singer just wouldn't work. My little sister says to me the other day, "Whitney, have you seen Labrynth? It has Davey Bows in it." I love how she knows she's supposed to know who he is, but just has no idea.



Not only is it fucking awesome, but the description really reeled me in:
"If you don't cry watching this, you are dead inside."
And the comment below it?
"Jesus Herbert Walker Christ, I cried."

What I Like About... Oh, Who Knows...

Poison. Remember them? (And I say "remember them" not in a nostalgic way, but in a "from the Monster Ballads commercials" way.) Well... they're back. And they're back with... a cover. Of "What I Like About You". Hasn't this been covered for every Disney channel movie ever? I mean, kudos for picking a song that no one hates, but day-um. Here's the video:



I was reading an interesting article yesterday about how the pseudo-emo-punk-rockers of our day are the hair-band-rockers of the 80's. Think about it... mostly femal fan base, innocuous, upbeat and easy to listen to music, and the jeans. Dear lord, the jeans.
The question that begs to be answered is whether dudes like Pete Wentz (and their "guyliner") are going to be the Bon Jovis of our kids' day. Like, are they going to be singing along to "This Ain't A Scene, It's an Arms Race" like we wail along to "You Give Love A Bad Name"? I shudder to think.