Sorry for the blogging absence, I wish could blame it on a fugue state or maybe a bender in Reno, but really I have a far more mundane excuse: finals and long hours at work. Boring, anyway...
Previously on Children's Hospital...maybe you're like I was this time last week and these words don't mean anything to you, if so then listen up. Children's Hospital, a little gem of a show, is funny and actually does the medical genre right, ie it shamelessly makes fun of it. My little brother forced me to watch the new season premier with massive amounts of passive aggression last week, I put up fight, but thankfully wasn't a match. Episodes are only 15 minutes, and a welcome reprieve from the normal shite of popular "pop" culture. So be prepared for nuggets like the bonus Jonas, ridicule ofthe healing power of laughter, and my new mantra "Sometimes no matter how smart you are, you have to do what your brain jelly tells you to do." Watch full episodes on the adultswim site.
I really wanted to write a witty one-liner for this post. Realistically, it's not going to happen. I can't decide if it's because I haven't slept in over 40 hours or if I just don't have it in me.
Pro tip though: combine sleep deprivation, a strange sense of removal, and a dark room for optimal listening of this song:
Sound familiar? Lead vocals on this track done by the xx's professional etherealalist Romy Madley Croft. Anyway, this is Creep, just another Brooklyn duo making great, twisted electro. Can't wait for more from these two ladies.
I'm still in love with mysterious, down tempo, electro masters Keep Shelly in Athens -- pleeease come play LA! The duo just put up a string of recent remixes to download, for free. Listen/download below. I was pretty blown away by how they completely transformed Lasting Love into this totally creepy, amazing song; check out/compare with the original here. Or listen to some non-remixed KSIA here, and tell me you don't love it.
In an age when sexy boy/girl band duos are the norm, it takes something pretty good to get a bit of buzz swarming around a twosome. Cue in Big Deal...a sexy boy/girl band duo from the UK who has that something which means they haven't left my "listen to on the ridiculously long bus ride you have to take because west-side apartments are so GD expensive" playlist.
To quote the pair: "We don’t know how to put this but we’re kind of a big deal." Weirdly, I'm sort of into the arrogance. Enjoy.
With memories of Coachella '11 already blowing away on the trailing edge of the Santa Ana winds, I have got to get this post out before it's irrelevant. So, let's get to it...Coachella this year was in one word: amazing.
And, all about the ladies! Or at least the female-led bands. Robyn and Alice Glass (aka 1/2 of Crystal Castles) stole the show Friday. Arcade Fire was awesome Saturday, but it wasn't until after Régine Chassagne took the lead for Sprawl II that I lost it. And don't even get me started on Sunday - Alison Mosshart from the Kills reminded all you dudes that she can rock harder than you, the Strokes had nothing on Phantogram's dance-friendly, trip-hoppy, dirty beats, and wow, PJ Harvey...the real closing headliner of Coachella...I've never had my mind blown so hard.
Call it progress, social evolution, whatever. Thank Patti Smith, Kim Gordan, Joan Jett, whoever. The point is when I think back to who made the biggest impact for me this year, and which act I still can't get out of my head, it's obvious Coachella '11 will go down in history as the Year of Girl Rock.
Okay, festival highlights:
FRIDAY:
Warpaint I've touted the Silver Lake quartet on this blog before, so it shouldn't surprise you that I was front and center for the spacey, psych alt rock. And the group definitely delivered, in all it's dark, transfixing glory. For a weekend in which more than a few bands where plagued during sound checks, the tone was set from time zero, when the group sound checked for like .1 seconds and jumped right into it.
Ms. Lauryn Hill Doo-wop, Fu-Gee-La, Ready or Not, Ex-Factor...a pretty good/nostalgic reminder of how awesome she was. Please, a moment of silence for the Fugees. May they rest in peace.
Interpol Remember that part in Gladiator, when Russell Crowe just won a fight and the emperor comes out and puts his fist out, thumbs up, you live, thumbs down, donezo? Yeah, this wannabe Roman emperor writer is deeming Interpol thumbs down, not good, so over it. Okay, the light show was pretty cool though.
Cut Copy Always a good time, synth-pop, dance friendly rock from Australian's.
Crystal Castles Noise rock meets disco. I'm in love. Made all the better by how weird and feral front-woman Alice Glass is. Um, yeah, she was writhing on stage, crawling around, and making those noises...I'm totally freaked out in such a good way. It was a no brainer passing up Kings of Leon.
Robyn Dance-pop Swedish princess. Acts like this keep you going for another full year until the next festival swings around. The set was full of catchy, unabashed techno pop. I still have With Every Heartbeat bouncing around in my head.
SATURDAY:
Gogol Bordello Watch Everything is Illuminated and you'll love everything Eugene Hutz does too, no matter how brazen and arrogant he probably is. The group has added a bit a Rasta/Latin vibe since I've last seen them, and honestly I prefer the Gypsy punk Gogol Bordello, but how can you be disappointed with anything coming from the Ukrainian, especially after he removes his shirt and demands you Start Wearing Purple?
Glasser Another of the women who ruled Coachella this year. The show was out there, but listen to the band and you know their music is out there...twinges of the Knife, or a little like the weirder side of Goldfrapp. The feel of the music was made all the more complete, when front-woman Cameron Mesirow came out in a full body bridal veil.
Bright Eyes A healthy mix of classics and songs from their most recent album, made for an overall crowd pleasing set from Bright Eyes, and reminded me why I liked the whiny ballads in the first place. I think it's time to bust those old albums out from the indie attic for another listen.
the Kills Ah, where to begin?? I was floored. Garage rock, lead by a girl, head banging and thrashing around, getting grimey, all under a full moon lit sky. In my top 5 acts of the weekend.
Empire of the Sun More Australians, even crazier the rest! The electro rock music is only half the reason to see these guys. The real treat is the stage show, it was like Rocky Horror Picture Show meets Star Trek. The show featured some pretty intense visual aspects: sequined Hammer-pants, space mermaid costumes, swordfish horse costumes, some sort of strange commercial sex workers from space, feathers, rhinestones, square head-pieces...suffice it to say it was a head trip. An alien circus dance troupe, all played out to the bands songs.
Suede Of the Britpop bands reuniting this year, Suede was not the band I wanted to see gracing the Coachella bill (ahem...Pulp...ahem). But Suede it was, and a deep love for the 90's genre brought me into the Mojave tent to see these guys, the force that arguably launched the entire Britpop genre. Wow, do I feel ridiculous for every hoping for something else. Suede completely delivered. A full hour of hip swivels, raw sexual energy, and glamorous androgynes. It was definitely a highlight. If you at all are into the genre, check this group out.
Arcade Fire The Saturday headliner, with a killer new album. They played hits, synchronized with the Creator's Projects' visually stunning additions to screens. Pretty much just as great as you would imagine. About two hours in, a massive black box opened above the audience releasing huge balloonish orbs that lit up and changed colors corresponding with the music. It was pretty gd amazing. And like I said, Régine Chassagne blew it away when she took the lead for Sprawl II, with the screen going nuts with an abstract visual to the already super amped up situation. It. Was. Great.
SUNDAY:
Health Noise rock at Coachella! Woohoo! Read a few posts on this blog and you know I'm one of those people, you know, one who consumes My Bloody Valentine or Sonic Youth like it's manna from heaven. The LA based band Health offered a respectable amount of dissonance intertwined with its Coachella requisite electro. Just the way I like it.
Phantogram Warning: biased review ahead. I love this group. Bringing in influences from all over (trip-hop, acid jazz, Detroit hip-hop, and of course electronic), these guys had the Gobi tent moving. It's hard to believe they've only got one album under their belt. The show was great. I can't wait to see what this group comes up with next.
PJ Harvey The highlight of the entire festival. The only performer I insisted on showing up early for and getting as close to the stage as possible (which meant we were pretty amazingly close). The woman has a truly impressive stage presence, I was completely blown away - brought right back to my little 15 year old wide-eyed self unable to articulate just how I felt when I first heard her music. She stood up there, a sort of a pagan princess, in a floor length white dress and feather headdress, bemused, probably mischievous. It was pretty much agreed upon by all those who turned up for the show, which overlapped with Kanye West, that PJ Harvey was the real Coachella closing headliner - and when the cameras focused in on a fan-held sign saying exactly that, that total agreement was vocalized by thousands of booming cheers. Mother Gaia seemed to feel the same, with the winds getting stronger and stronger as the show progressed, carrying the music across the field and keeping Kanye's blaring at bay. Songs came from all throughout the singer's prolific twenty year career. Great music from a great musician. And thanks to AudioPerv, we can all watch the show again and again.
Line-ups out, set times are up, festival starts Friday! So where will you find me among the masses on the polo field? Well, here's a list of 5 bands I can't wait to see...each day.
I was talking to a friend at UCLA the other day. She's been in LA for 5 years or so, and lived on the West side for all of it. Anyway, she told me that the entire time she's lived here, she's only been downtown a handful of times...mainly because she's afraid to leave the west side! What?!?!? That's crazy to me. I love downtown. And there's SO much to do. There's bars, restaurants, artists/galleries, and newer things to do that pile on the already huge list of cool things in the downtown area. Anyway, the Arts District is downtown. This place is cool. There's basically a bunch of old industrial buildings now inhabited by artists, mixed in with a bunch of still functioning warehouses/factories, hip eateries, music venues, and galleries. And of course, being that thousands of artists live there, the place is visually awesome.
There's a bunch of pictures in the gallery below:
PS I started adding these gallery things to put up more pictures in less space, but the trade off is definitely having to use flash. Let me know if they load too slow and I'll find another solution.
Considering how much you all know I love Sonic Youth, Thurston's newest solo is a no brainer. The single Benediction is the first song released off Demolished Thoughts; it's way more subdued than SY, and honestly a beautiful song. Listen and download below. The album, Demolished Thoughts (which was produced by Beck) and comes out late May. Can't. Wait.
Yours truly spent 3 hours waiting in line on Tuesday to get Radiohead's self-published periodical, The Universal Sigh. Unlike those lucky Brits, Thom didn't show up to pass them out himself here in LA...but hey it was 75 degrees and sunny instead grey and rainy like it always is in London. That's something. Anyway, it's pretty cool, and so is the King of Limbs (the album that was released on the same day). Basically the paper is 12 pages of artwork, short stories and poems - true Radiohead form. Not to worry if you didn't grab a copy but you'd like one, it's in PDF form all over the internet.
In case you haven't seen thom yorke dancing in a hat to a song off the new album, enjoy:
Not feeling super great today, oncoming cold or just a case of the Mondays? I don't know, but the downtempo duo Keep Shelly in Athens is definitely helping.
They're from Greece, they're kind of old-school 90's era mellow electro, and they're perfect when you feel like crap and are stuck on public transportation.
The first and last song below, Running Out Of You and Fokionos Negri Street, are from their 6 tack EP In Love With Dusk. The second song, Hauntin' Me is a newer single. And they're all amazing.
They're releasing a super limited cassette sometime pretty soon, only 150 copies to be sold. I almost pre-ordered it...then I realized I don't even own anything to play a cassette on. Even so, I think these guys are so great that I still want it.
Okay, now I'm turning the lights off, turning Hauntin' Me up, and lamenting the fact that I didn't get a flu shot.
Alright, here it is: I'm pretty much a huge, unashamed postcard collector.
I have a few vintage Los Angeles postcards, and this plan to find the locations and try to get as close to the same shot as I can, for a sort of now version. Today I tracked down these two on Hollywood Boulevard:
In the postcards, you can see the electric rail tracks on the road. LA used to have this pretty expansive electric railway set-up, but there was I guess a big corruption/scandal and by 1963 all the tracks were torn up, and buses/cars replaced the trolleys! It's all part of the Great American Streetcar Scandal, where car, tire and oil companies teamed up and ran the railroads out business to increased car sales. Who Framed Roger Rabbit? alluded to the situation, when the big wigs were attempting to sell toontown in order to make room for a freeway.
Anyway, Thanks GM for my 45 minute, 8 mile bus ride...I wish I took a streetcar to work.
Little Dragon, my third favorite Swedish band (after the Knife and the Sounds), has new music! Specifically, a new album, Ritual Union, coming out this summer. This song Nightlight is a bit of a sneak peak. How cool is that band picture too?
I've been listening to this one by Canada's Blood Diamonds, called Lasting Love, a bunch too.
Alright finally, I'm kind of strangely really into this song, Baby, I Will Leave You in the Morning, by Marissa Nadler, she has this Nancy Sinatra, Leonard Cohen-y feel.
JR, this really great French street artist, has some new art work up in LA. Basically he's been wheat-pasting the world like crazy, and LA's his most recent stop. I hadn't heard until he did a show in Long Beach and postered up half the walls in town, but JR won a TED grant and has been spending it pasting up HUGE pictures of people on buildings/windows/billboards/etc for the past month. It's really cool. The "show" is called "Wrinkles of the City" and LA's only the most recent stop. Before that was Shanghai and Cartagena. I heard there are going to be 20 of them put up all over the area.
Cold and rainy here, but Spring, woohoo! Anyway, on my commute everyday I pass through this sort of warehousey/factory/train yard area of LA and there's always really crazy, bright, cool graffiti around.
So back when I first started this blog, I googled the name and found this band EXITMUSIC. I really liked them. Kind of darkly melodic synth work, a little like another of my favorites Portishead. Plus they were based in LA back when I first started listening, so I got to check them out live...you lucky New Yorkers should definitely see a show, they're based out of Brooklyn now. Anyway, they've released a new demo and you can download it free! So seriously, check out THIS link to listen and download their new songs, or just click the download link on the player below.
Here's a part of an interview with the band from Anthem magazine, I love that polaroid, and then two videos for some older songs:
BAND NAME: EXITMUSIC
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York
DESCRIBE YOUR SOUND IN TWO SENTENCES: Lately, our sound has been pulling in a lot of different elements—the heavy bass of hip hop, drum sounds from old techno, distressed guitars, FM synths, samples of wild animal calls, sounds from outer space, and really big and beautiful vocal melodies. It tells a story of how humanity has displaced itself from the natural world and is now finding itself alone and in trouble.
FAVORITE NIGHTSPOT IN THE CITY YOU CALL HOME: Home
BEST SPOT FOR A LATE NIGHT SNACK: Home
TWO OTHER BANDS THAT WOULD COMPLETE THE FORMATION OF YOUR SUPER GROUP: Fever Ray and Brian Wilson
HOTTEST POP STAR: Bob Dylan
HOTTEST DEAD ROCKER: Tupac Shakur
MOST MEMORABLE SHOW YOU’VE PLAYED: Our farewell show at The Smell with Warpaint and VOICEsVOICEs before leaving Los Angeles (where we lived for awhile). It was a beautiful show.
CHOICE VICE: Paranoia. No drugs required.
YOUR NERDIEST EQUIPMENT FETISH: We don’t really nerd out on equipment too much, but we try to make good use of what we find lying around the house or in secondhand stores. Aleksa plays an old Yamaha DX-7 synth and a cool-looking black Hondo Professional guitar, which, according to the guy at the store, used to belong to Luscious Jackson. Devon sometimes plays guitar with a violin bow or a screwdriver.
BEST RECENT PURCHASE: A Roland SP-404 SX sampler. I guess we’re kind of nerdy after all…
SOMETHING THAT’S ALWAYS IN YOUR POCKET/PURSE/WALLET: Lint, receipts, guitar picks, toothpicks, fingernails and this Polaroid.
LAST THREE MOVIES YOU’VE SEEN COLLECTIVELY: We just went to the premieres of two films last week: Happythankyoumoreplease, which our friend Todd DiCiurcio did all the artwork for, and Potiche, a French film starring our new friend Judith Godreche. This is a TV show, but we’ve been watching The Wire pretty obsessively.
TOUR NECESSITIES YOU NEVER TRAVEL WITHOUT: Books, notebooks, and pens.
ONE BRAND YOU WOULDN’T MIND SELLING A SONG TO: This is hard. It’s always an ambiguous question because musicians have to make a living somehow. It’s one thing if a song gets placed in a movie or something else creative, but another if it’s just being used to push destructive consumerism. We’re really not interested in using music for advertising.
YOUR FLAT IS BURNING DOWN, WHAT ARE YOU GRABBING? I would grab our three cats and the hard drive that has our new album on it.
There's a new German joint slinging sausages in Silverlake! What's the word: Es ist gut!
We tried out the new eatery yesterday, and I'm sold. The German ex-pat owners, Lena
and Hardeep were super nice and ridiculously cool. Plus they were pretty keen on chattin' it up with my dad, swapping stories about Germany (his line of the family lives back in the Father land). And the currywurst is real deal. It's really good. Go if you're in the area...and try the fritten if you go...with onions.
Photos above from here.
So I was sitting on the subway the other night, chatting with Diego, who works at Universal Studios. Diego got off at 7th Street and another kid sat down. I glanced over and he started motioning for me to lean over, like he wanted to whisper something. Umm...okay no. I don't know you. But he leaned forward anyway, "hey, I got some kush for sale." Oh haha. No, I'm good. Then the best part happened. See this guy was totally spaced and his pupils were HUGE! He leaned back and sat a little awkwardly...and the rest went something like this:
Drug Dealer: "So what are you doing Friday night?" Me: ...pause..."Oh, well, you know, I have finals next week, so I should probably study." DD: "Oh yeah. So, uh, you go to that school down on Alameda?" Me: "No, I'm at UCLA." DD: "Oh, that one down on Alameda?" Me: "Uh, no it's out by Santa Monica." DD: "Oh yeah I think I heard of that." Me: ...
Then the DD jumps up as his stop approaches. And stares at me, deer caught in the headlights style with his huge pupils. And he yells:
DD: "Hey you didn't take my number" - and he told me his number so slowly and deliberately, like I didn't speak English well and he was struggling with coherent thought -
"it's 3 - 2 - 3 - 6 - 8 - 5 - xxxx. And my names Pete!"
Then he literally ran off the train. Thanks Pete. Thanks, you just made my night a bit better.
Just a few days later I had a pretty early final. Walking through Westwood, the streets were mostly deserted. I got up near campus and was stopped waiting to cross a street; a motorcycle cop was driving by. And there was this man on the other side of the street, he looked a bit down-and-out. As the cop drove past him, the man started banging his chest with his fists and yelling at him. In like 3 seconds flat, the cop had his bike parked and his night stick whipped out. The man's response was even faster, in 2 seconds he had taken off all his clothes, spread his arms and legs and leaned face forward against the brick wall. And there I was just watching this entire sequence play out. No one else was there, just me, the cop and the now naked guy.
The sun's shining again, and you know what that means...Coachella. Oh, you were thinking cuba libres by the pool, road trips, and the fact that you have to mow your lawn again? Yeah, well, I guess it means that too...in my dreams. Hey, but on that side-note, I'm really trying to work out a lifeplan that involves "summer" beginning in Arpil and ending in October, sort of a 1 part school/work/responsibility/blah to 1 part obligationless/meandering/vacation thing. I haven't figured it out yet, but I'll keep you apprised. Annyway, the music festival is just over a month away. And in terms of Coachella prep, I've got some reeesearch left to do.
Doot deet doot deet doot deet. By the way, I heard President Palmer's going to Coachella.
Now, I've got finals next week, so naturally I've decided to start my Coachoosing right now. There's a billionish bands playing over the three days, so this prep may take a while. But here's what my pre-festi groundwork is telling me so far:
Background: A Los Angelino who makes music on GarageBand - or at least did 'til her newest album. Oh, and her dad's in the Blue Man Group. Sound: Electro-pop. NME dubbed her the electro Join Mitchell.
Background: A dude who used to make hardcore gets some band mates and metamorphoses into 80's British synth pop legends - or at least they would have been with this stuff in 80's Britain. Sound: Dark synth-pop a la early Depeche Mode.
Really really liking 2:54 right now. Kind of obsessed.
Like genre predecessors gone before, it's darkish and abrasive guitar counterbalanced by entrancing vocals. Expertly done. They're UK based, but I really hope they plan to play some US shows in the near future.
If you haven't been convinced by other music on this site already, these guys will be the ones to catalyze your dark and twisted descent into noise rock.
You can listen below if you want, it's really good.
No seriously. For about 8 minutes, I really wondered. I even came up with a plan...if I felt my legs go tingly, I would turn to the little old mexican lady sitting next to me, tell her "I've just eaten roofie ridden gum. Please help." And pray she spoke english.
Okay, here it is. I'm not exactly sure why, but a few times since I've started riding the bus, some men have given me little packets of unopened chiclets. Usually it goes something like this, a man sitting or standing near, leans over, smiles and hands me a pack of chiclets. "For you." I love gum. So yeah, I'm gonna smile, take the gum, open it and we'll each have a piece. Sometimes, there's a little talking after, which no joke first question has on 3 different occasions been "You're Russian?" "uh, haha, no, why do people think that?" Usually, there's a bit of a language barrier, and that's about all to the story. Time on the bus passes a little faster talking to someone, and I end up with a pack of chiclets, win win. Except last week, I took some gum from this guy, and it was definitely an opened package. I had this fleeting thought as I popped it in my mouth, remembering those horror stories elementary teachers tell around halloween to never take open candy from strangers when you're trick-or-treating, or ever. I thought, oh wow, this gum was already opened, what did I just do. No for real, I think I feel weird. Oh no. Enter ridiculous, overanalyzed, neurotic stream of conscious here. Short story long, the guy was in fact just being nice. He gave me a piece of gum, that's it. And, also, the little old mexican lady did speak english.
UPDATE: it's been hypothesized that maybe these dudes think I'm a Russian prostitute able to be bought with chiclets. Fat chance. I expect at least Mint Mojito Orbit before we can even talk.
LA's been all about BANKSY recently. See the Oscar's are Sunday, and senor Banksy and his movie "Exit Through the Gift Shop" are up for Best Documentary.
"Crayola Shooter" on the Urban Outfitter's in Westwood -
which I walk by everyday
So "Banksy" has been tagging tinseltown for the last week and a half or so. Annnnd, of the seven new Banksy works that popped up this month (that I know of), 4 of them are on the very route I commute on - or were, two have already been removed. Pretty pretty awesome.
Okay The LA Banksy tour recap in case you want to wander around LA and check them out: There are 5 still up that I know of. "Crayola shooter" is still up in Westwood, "Livin' the Dream" - the billboard on Sunset has been taken down, "Charlie Brown arsonist" - which was on an abondoned burned down buidling in West Hollywood, was stolen or removed or something, "Dog Wizz" is in Beverly Hills and is still up, and I haven't seen the other three, "Kite Caution," "Crayola House Foreclosure," and "This looks a bit like an elephant" but I think they're still up. Recap photo from here.
Okay, where are they: Just click on the map to go to the actual google map for more precise locations.
UPDATE: "Kite Caution" and "Crayola House Foreclosure" are no more...gone...removed by thieves or the owner or something.
Cover's playlist! Okay, so Rob and I made a music mix comprised solely of cover's; only rule was we had to know the cover as a cover, ie knew the original first. It was crazy how many amazing cover's we came across. We found so many awesome one's we ended up having massive creative differences on which one's would actually make the CD, but after a time-out, we were finally able to settle on this list:
Only going to listen to one? Okay, pick Into the Groove(y). Like we needed another reason to be consumed by Sonic Youth, but here it is: Ciccone Youth! Ciccone Youth is this amazing, twisted, experimental side-project from the members of Sonic Youth, all working under the guise/pseudonym...and a sort of homage to the superqueen of pop, Madonna, who was living in the same area of NYC when both groups were just starting out. They cover 2 of her songs on the album and do a bunch of other weird stuff for the rest. I love it!
Fun facts: Ciccone is actual Madonna's last name; the "band" formed in 1986 and put out 2 records, the Whitey Album started after the band joked about covering the Beatles; all the band members took on an alias (Thurston Moore = The Royal Tuff Titty, drummer Steve Shelley = SS Beat Control, Lee Ranaldo = The Sigh, Kim Gordon = Fly Fly Away) and did hilarous gag interviews, toured, etc.
Turns out trip hop really does it for me when stuck on public transportation in the morning.
What does not so much do it for me? All the germ ridden denizens of the jam packed metro 720. Come on people, dracula cough. I'm not joking buddy, into the elbow nook. I have never so actively avoided touching my eyes and mouth before - still, it will be a miracle if I avoid the flu this year. For the first time, I'm actually considering getting the flu vaccine.
See I found this little bad boy on the LA County Department of Public Health's communicable disease website; and that chart's from this week. So looks like the number of sickies on the bus is only going to get worse. By the way, let me tell you, that website is a hypochondriacs worst nightmare. People in LA are getting all kinds of diseases...Typhoid, Malaria, Dengue, Hep A-Z, West Nile, parasites galore, Kawasaki Syndrome - I thought that was a motorcycle, but 70 people got it last year. Okay, those diseases are pretty pretty rare, we're talking 10 million people in Los Angeles, but still typhoid? Whoa. I'm not even going to get into the STDs, those numbers are crazy.
Wow, sorry about that, I'm studying epidemiology right now. One last music video. Love the song and the music video's weirdly fitting and cool too. Oh, and you should know, it might actually be impossible to keep Zach Braff in his wallpaper patterned shirt out of your head when listening to this song, just go with it. Thanks Britain for all your great work in this genre.