Limitless

Until proven otherwise, and in lieu of a wife, Karen O is God's most beautiful creature. Ever.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs

Karen O is Chrissie Hynde,

without the glare,

and I don’t mind.

 

Karen O is the lead singer of the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs.

 

“Maps” is the best song I have heard since The New Pornographers, “The Laws Have Changed”.

 

In the video for “Maps” you can see a tear roll down Karen O’s cheek. I usually sneer at such posturing, but not this time. I love her big red ruby lips. She is a dream babe. Emotional and vulnerable and possessive and aggressive.

 

And yes, the band makes all that sound with just guitar and drums.

 

If you feel uncomfortable committing to a full CD or download, buy this month’s Spin Magazine (Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs on the cover). It comes shrink-wrapped with a 13-song CD and three videos – one of which is the glorious presentation of “Maps”. I assure you, you will not be disappointed.

 

 

Karen O

Coolest song of 2004 by far, so far?Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs – "Maps"

Wait, that was a 2003 song? My bad. Bachooey chong.

Flying. Wings.

I’m hallucineating chicken wings.

Visitors

I have company coming today. That means I have to clean. Do you have any idea what a grand task that is? I speak not of the general chore of upkeep, but of the specific overhaul of my big ol' bachelor pad. I have 3 sink-fulls of dishes in one sink. Tumbleweeds mock me in their defiant ramble across the living room floor. My laundry is having a sock hop in the bedroom. My crutches stare back at me as if to say, "We can be of no help in your dilemma." There goes the sympathy plea.

Yuk

Nothing like a reference to a reknown seaport in Rhode Island to make one choose a brand of tobacco. I can't believe that this is what I resorted to after the incident at MMC.

Oh my!

The music of Billy Bragg is somewhat charged to the polarity of a certain end of an ion. It resonates with me.

I may have been an accident waiting to happen. My life has lost its beauty and dignity and passion. But there is a freedom within that I have yet to discover.

And I have a tendency to wake up neighborhoods.

 

And I've had relations with girls from many nations.

 

As I wait for sleep to drag me under,

In the evening gloom I sit and wonder,

The words I should have said to you,

The things I always meant to do,

The bad dreams that all came true.

Guess that still doesn't answer what's in the very untupperware-like container.