I just got up an hour ago and I need a shower something fierce, but not before I do what's really important and post random bulleted items to my beloved internet web log.
• The first season of Flight of the Conchords is going on sale Nov. 6. This is perfect timing because it gives me the entire holiday season to memorize plenty of references to quote throughout 2008. It's time I expanded my pop-culture-reference framework beyond Futurama and Strangers With Candy. And The Office.
• Check out this video of an Arizona college marching band doing a Radiohead show:
Cox sent me a link to this one, which has better quality sound and video, but it's not the whole show.
I'm sure to the uninitiated, the part near the end of "The National Anthem" that is so dissonant probably sounds like a bad band just playing loud. But it's all kinds of awesome if you know the song's chaos by heart.
This video and this weather are making me miss the marching-band days of yore. Holding hands with my senior boyfriend during road trips. Sweating through that smelly wool uniform. Losing and then finding my plume. Losing and then finding my gloves. Polishing my white shoes. Spit valves.
We never played anything quite as cool as Radiohead (we did play some Otis Redding and Jefferson Airplane, though!), although I've always dreamed of an all-Doors field show. Lots of their songs have a perfect marching tempo.
Yeah, marching-band nerdery. Awesome.
• Sometimes you find found art and sometimes found art finds you. I like to think that this drawing (or "drawering," if I was British) found me as it skittered casually across the street as my car was turning from Philadelphia onto Young yesterday.
I've named him Hershel Orion Bojangles III, Esq. He runs a love den on South Main (in which he dances in worn-out shoes) and hopes to one day be your congressman.
