What comrades are talking about right now:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. (And, of course, androgynes, riot grrls, radical faeries, and goths, too. Well, maybe not so much the goths.)
Anyway. One of my friends sent me a video of Clell Tickle: Indie Marketing Guru, and I just had to pass it on. Go watch it if you’re bored and/or haven’t seen it already. I’m mostly posting it because it involves (a) Tapes ‘n Tapes, whom I like a lot, (b) Ted Leo, whom Joie loves, and (c) a henchman, “Hambone,” who looks a little like a cross between WWF and The Twilight Singers.
Readers beware: it also sort of mocks Pitchfork! At The Disco and involves a scene featuring one of the writers for the aforementioned site sitting on the john… NOT for the faint of stomach. Although, if you survived our two articles featuring Joanna Newsom’s headgear, your tummy can probably survive anything…
My vote goes to Trace Adkins’ epic “Hony Tonk Badonkadonk.” Anyone care to dispute me?
I caught wind of this video recently. As much as I love Morrissey, this shit is funny.
Also, please note the misspelling of Moz’s name on the video. Heh.
For your edification, dear readers. Take notes.
Gary Numan - Me (1981)
Yeah, it’s THAT time of the week again. But, if you were just thinking ”hmm, the only thing that would make my Mon-daze better is some early 90s half-hopeful, half-depressive Scottish goodness,” you’re in luck! Why? BECAUSE THE TRASHCAN SINATRAS MADE VIDEOS.
Mundanity of work getting you down? Check out the futility of the contraption in “Obscurity Knocks.” Did your date on Saturday suck? Go watch “Only Tongue Can Tell.”
… Still not feeling better? More videos here.
“And the award for sorest loser who’s about to lose the Award for Female Vocalist of the Year goes to… Faith Hill“ (video)