March 23, 2010
I remember once having a conversation with a music snob about pop music. She was telling me how everyone expected her to be ashamed of her love for, say, Backstreet Boys, or ‘N Sync. Or, for that matter, any of the other really horrifying (by which I mean awesome) music that makes the cut on Bad Pop Wednesdays.
But, my friend explained to me, she wasn’t in the least ashamed of all that. She celebrated that. What was she really, truly, and deeply ashamed of? Her love for (she whispered so no one would hear) Rob Thomas.
Because bad can be celebrated, but mediocrity so rarely gets its day in the sun. With that in mind, a musical tribute to this weeks awesome legislation:
And, um, in honor of that executive order:
PS I am totally digging that outfit. In every unironic way possible. Why did the 80s ever end?
[Edit: Obviously grad school has gone to Willa’s brain. Don’t be confused. It is, indeed, only Tuesday. You didn’t misplace a day in drunken revelry, sadly. Though, you could try… ~Kaks]
March 23, 2010
My name is Alfie. I’m 23 years old. And I’m a Euroholic.
I am, more precisely, a politics-obsessed Europhile: two causes which have rarely been less popular in my homeland, but which go together hand-in-hand.
Combined, they mean that this May I will be reduced to a quivering heap of nerves. On the 6th May Britain goes to the polls for a general election – a contest which is very likely to go badly for my team, and leave me wanting to drink a ballot box of gin. On 29th May Europe goes to the phones to select its best-worst song of the year in the annual lycra-wrapped camp-fest that is the Eurovision Song Contest – a contest which is still more certain to go badly for my team, but will nonetheless leave me wanting to climb onto the roof and sing ‘Dancing Queen’ while downing bad sangria.
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March 22, 2010
I’m not even going to bother posting the Lady Gaga/Beyonce “Telephone” video, because I assume that you have all already seen it, like the good little Gaga lovers you should be. However, I’m always on the lookout for an excuse to post something related to my Lady Gaga obsession.
I didn’t use to care about the Gaga – I thought her first single, “Just Dance,” was a little flat and overplayed, but never really gave it a second thought – and when I saw on interview with her on Ellen one day while at the gym back in the fall, I found the whole thing merely amusing. And then, one fine day about a month and a half ago, my life changed and I became obsessed. I don’t really know why, but I’ve been unable to get enough of her ever since, and almost all my friends feel the same way. This hilarious NPR piece takes a stab at explaining why, though I never had a gay teenage boy (or girl, for that matter) phase.
March 21, 2010
You were excited when Phoenix’s last album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, came out, weren’t you? (If you weren’t, you should have been, and if you just go become obsessed with it now, no one will be the wiser.) You didn’t think their music could possibly get any better. Hey, they probably didn’t think their music could get any better.
And then it did.
And then go check out these guys’ website and become obsessed with them too. Maybe read the article where the awestruck Phoenix band members said this video “would… bring a tear to the eye of an SS officer.” I love these guys.
March 3, 2010
Happy humpday, world. Today I present some bad Japanese pop: Gackt singing U+K with gigantic kawaii cats. Interestingly enough, in Japan, cats say ‘nyaa’ instead of ‘meow’.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Gackt. I love Gackt a little too much sometimes. And he’s an amazing musician and performer. And the song U+K is a lovely tribute to another musician who died much too young. But every time the damn guys in cat suits come out on stage during one of Gackt’s concerts, I want to either kill someone or hug everyone. Either way, I would be laughing hysterically while doing it.
Then again, if I had this kind of star power, I probably would also use it to make an entire stadium say “meow” after me, too. Nyaa nyaa, bitches.
March 1, 2010
I hope you all watch Glee, and are similarly suffering through the long wait until it’s back on air, because then you will understand exactly why I want tickets to this. Too bad I’m too broke to afford it. If someone goes, please take pictures.
February 22, 2010
Guys, it’s no secret. I adore Paul Krugman. I have the biggest crush on him. Every time I’m on the fence or unclear about some major US issue (generally economic, of course), I then see that Paul Krugman has written his weekly NYTimes op-ed about it, and suddenly everything makes perfect sense to me. If I’d gone to Princeton (like one of our other esteemed Taste Testers), I would have sacrificed my beloved English degree for an Economics one just to spend more time with Mr. Krugman. I feel lost and forlorn when he takes a week off and doesn’t write his NYTimes op-ed (okay, I really just read Gail Collins’ twice).
Today, The New Yorker brought sunshine to my email inbox and my gray Parisian life when it made this week’s feature article all about Paul Krugman. I thought I could die happy. And then I read the article and discovered that someone else out there loves the articulate economist as much as I do, possibly even more. After all, he wrote a song about our hero, and I’m just writing a blog post… (video after the cut)
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