Nash “Sad Robot Harmonies” from Bryan Columbus on Vimeo.
This is not us. But I like it.
Why I Will Never be a Teen Idol (another mystery solved!)
I just watched a video of one Grayson Chance. And now I know with absolute certainty that I will never be a teen idol. More imporantly, I know why.
When I was the right age, I was locked in my room performing “Take Me Baby or Leave Me”, both roles, with great gusto and my own choreography for a disinterested cockatiel.
But even then, I didn’t look prepubescent.
I will never, ever be able to threaten to unfriend someone with tragic, heartfelt bitterness, knowing it to be the ultimate rejection. Nor could I sustain sincerity for such a perfect head turn to a well placed camera.
In fact, is it unlikely that those words would ever come out of my mouth without first having to make it around the tongue in my cheek to emerge oozing with sarcasm.
I am, however, just as fascinated as everybody else by the boy who looks like he’s in kindergarten and sings like he’s 25. I keep looking for some hint in this video that it’s a joke. . .kind of like I did with the Friday video. Eventually I realized it wasn’t, and another thread in the frayed rope of my faith in humanity snapped. . .
Seriously though. Watch the video. It’s just. . .bizarre.
It’s All About the Dirt For Me, These Days
I went for a run this morning. The smell of Georgia in the middle of the summer is difficult to describe. But I’m going to try, because it was the first thing I noticed when I got here, and it is always the first thing I notice when I start running. There’s hot pine straw, green things, sun on grass, flowers, bbq smoke and the damp smell that sometimes rises from ponds and swimming pools. And it is always tinged with the faintest whiff of decay. Read the rest of this entry »
Feeling Metaphysical
Hello.
I got into the habit of talking to you as a child. You were the great teddy bear comforter of the universe. I knew that whatever I told you, you understood, and you loved me anyway. It gave me peace.
Another Loss for my Inner Hipster
I’ve discovered Angry Birds. For those of you who don’t know, this is a game that has apparently achieved wild popularity amongst the technically savvy set – so much popularity that the little hipster in the back of mind is horrified that I’m admitting to my new activity. Whatever. I can’t fit into her clothes anymore, anyway.
Bonus points for braving the weather!
Un-f*(king-believable. We should change our names to something like The Rain Doctors. Or, if only we were an eighties hair band, then we could be the Storm Bringers or something equally awesome. I think this is like, the fourth gig in a row we’ve played to a storm. And I’m talking about all year round, too. Yeesh.
Bonus points to anybody who makes out tonight!
I’m not dead yet!!
You remember the scene in Holy Grail where the guy has all his limbs chopped off, but he’s still bouncing around, trying to keep fighting? It’s horrific and hysterical, all at the same time?
That’s us! Only, you know, with music.
We have a gig next weekend, June 18th, at our favorite coffee house, Java Monkey. We’ve got a new song, and we swear we won’t cancel. We cannot, however, promise that Jane won’t start making weird law jokes that only she thinks are funny. They are unfortunate side effects of studying for that bar, and we can’t control them.
Narcissus, Nemesis of the Community
There was an interesting article in the New York Times published yesterday by John Tierney. Apparently, according to an analysis of popular song lyrics from the last few years, people are getting more narcissistic.
Doings
Lots of events going on in the world of Jane and Scott. We’ll be playing a sort set at Bread again as part of Breadstock on April 15th – hopefully the info is on the show page. We’ve also got a gig scheduled in June at Java Monkey.
We’re skipping May because. . .wait for it. . .I am rapidly approaching graduation from law school! Nothing stands between me and that hallowed ceremony but four weeks, sixty pages of research paper(s), two tests and massive case of apathy.
Today, instead of plowing through any of that research, I hung a door between the kitchen and Scott’s office and went to see Jane Eyre. (Which was really beautiful. Especially if you can get on board with strong women who still love assy men. And I can. Especially if the men look like Michael Fassbender.)
Finally, a teaser. I am in very early negotiations with these noisemakers about some collaboration. Don’t know what will happen, but I’m kind of excited.
Circus Girl
If you are not a dog person, just skip this blog. Or, feel free to read it and puzzle over maudlin dog lovers who may have some severe emotional screws loose.
