He's Still Got That Swagger...And Some Twinkies: Dean Wareham

SOOOOOO blogosphere. It's been a while. And by a while I mean about a year. I've been pretty busy, ya know, livin lyfe. But last night Johnny and I saw something that is worth telling all 2 members of our clubhouse about. We saw the DEAN WAREHAM. I'm going to assume that no one reading this knows who this man is, but at 47, Deaniehead has still got it. I've got to admit, I wasn't exactly pooping my pants over this show, but by the end (staying true to my figurative language) I had diarrhea.

Dean Wareham was the lead singer of a dream pop band that existed from 1987-91 called Galaxie 500. I don't really know what he did for the last 19 years (I'm sure Johnny could fill you in). Now, he is touring with his wife, Brita (like the water filter) and they are playing all songs by Galfivehund. These songs are beautiful. Although I have a hard time distinguishing one from the other at first, each has it's own ear-gasmic guitar line. This is Johnny's favorite... STRANGE.




Dean shared with his audience that this song is about a time he took acid then went into a store. That's cool I guess. But I could have lived without knowing that. I kind of almost do not want to know what a song was ACTUALLY written about. It takes away from whatever the song meant to me. Isn't that the point of music? To take someone's creation and appreciate it in your own way?? Maybe I'm way off... NE wayz, Deanbro talked A LOT about acid. Which I could have done without. On the whole though, Mr. Wareham played a flawless set in my yeuxs. It was beautiful. He is the hottest 47 year old man I know. And I know plenty of 47 year old men. Just strummin his geeytar. Talkin bout pics of you and temps risin. Twas a lovely way to bring this summer to a close. Pop in a Galaxie 500 album (esp Today) on a rainy day. You won't regret it.

Alrighty Boys & Girls. That's all for now. Hopefully, you'll be hearing more from moi soon!

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering (Perfume) Genius

Mike Hadreas records music as Perfume Genius. I'm 99% sure he's gay. I'm 100% sure that gays make the best art because most of them are hurt, alienated, et al. at some point in their lives, and pain is always helpful when it comes to creating stuff. Anyways, his first album, Learning, came out a few months ago and it's wonderfully devastating. It's just him and a piano, and sort of brings to mind other fragile indie rock dudes like Antony Hegarty, Sufjan, and Peter Silberman of the Antlers. Hadreas moans angelically about stuff like kids getting murdered and Mr. Peterson. My favorite though is "You Won't B Here," a particularly dark ditty about how whatever we do, we're gonna be dead anyway. Damn.

If you've never felt depressed in your life, ever, stay away from this. If you have, you may just feel a little less lonely in the world.

A Reason To Not Commit Suicide: The Drums

Man, this is good.

A Reason to Commit Suicide: Michael Cera

I dislike Michael Cera out of pure jealousy. There, I said it. He accurately represents a good percentage of American males age 20-25. We're quirky, awkward, not incredibly attractive, and desperately in love with some gal. So why is it that he gets to be his normal, bumbling self and make millions of dollars? Actors should be able to ACT, not simply be like themselves in every gosh darn movie they're in. Seriously, let me or one of about 10 million other people star in Superbad or Youth In Revolt. I could do it.

*Edit*-Disregard this post. I actually like Michael Cera a lot now after watching Scott Pilgrim and Arrested Development.

A Reason to Commit Suicide: Huge Glasses

This has to be the most annoying fashion trend sweeping the world (or at least the world I inhabit) lately. Millions of attention seekers who may or may not actually need glasses are sporting these huge frames. Why do they feel the need to wear these? Is it the aforementioned attention they're after? Do they want us to think that they're well-read or have good taste in music? Whenever I see someone like this, I just automatically think that they're really dumb and listen to Lady Gaga a lot. It seems logical when you consider the fact that both the framers and Gaga demand you to look at them and admire them on a superficial level.

I realize that some of these folks actually have vision problems. They should get a smaller pair of glasses. For those of you who don't need glasses, however, you're offending me by exaggerating my handicap and making it seem glamorous. Imagine the possibilities here:

"Hey, deafness is pretty cool. Let's wear huge hearing aids!"


"Hey, being a cripple is pretty cool! Let's get a really glam wheelchair!"



"Hey, being dead is pretty cool. Let's be dead!"



Okay, maybe that's taking it too far. But seriously people, be yourselves and not other people's unfortunate circumstances.

The Funniest Video Ever-"Ridin' Solo"

Jason Derulo has produced one of my favorite music videos ever. Cracks me up every time. Here's why:

(0:00)-Just look at this fella before you even start the video. It's astonishing how much of a poor man's Chris Brown he is. I wonder how that feels-Chris Brown beats up Rihanna and now it's like "Here ya go pal. Step up to the plate."

(0:13)-YR LUV MADE ME BLIND DOOOOAOOOOOO

(0:32)-That jacket makes him look like this:



(0:41)-Didn't Drake already "do me?"

(1:03)-Ah, the venerable spin move/ball clutch combo.

(1:38)-Wait, make sure we get the Honda logo.

(1:56)-Why would you check your PlentyOfFish account in a nightclub? Isn't online dating for people who don't get out much?

(2:09)-Really? I thought he was ridin' solo.

(2:33)-I'm very surprised that he didn't give himself whiplash there.

(2:52)-He sort of sounds like Jabba the Hutt when he whispers "Solo."



(3:00)-The choreographer was probably like "Alright, here you're gonna play with imaginary glowsticks."

(3:20)-No way he's doing that. It's a moving platform.

(3:35)-Yeah, definitely a moving platform.

Seriously, this video is the best. Hidden ads, goofy dancing and outfits, and one BIG huckster of a star. Not to mention the fact that he's rarely "ridin' solo" during the video.

The National: High Violet

Alright National, you win.

We're all Afraid of Everyone.

Sorrow found us all when we were young.

This album is actually really good.