but the funny thing is that when i'm gone i'll kill you
So I guess I still watch this show called
So, Marshall got mugged in Central Park? I'm glad the HIMYM writers are living in the 80s. I am always glad of that. You know how, when they all moved to NYC in 2002 (I'm pretty sure that's what that old episode implied, that or 2000, I did the math at one point) it was SCARY AND CRIME-FILLED, but since then it has gentrified and all these old cool joints are being replaced with chain-restaurants and banks! And nothing good happens after 2 AM! And all places where one can dance with your friends are really boring and shitty, and the only people who smoke weed are "hippies" with dreads and tie-dye t-shirts. And there are all these newfangled neighbourhoods being named after abbreviations!
I've been formulating this whole rant in my head for a while, but it all comes down to what Simon Pegg and Jess Hynes say in the Spaced commentaries, that all "youf" programming at the time they wrote Spaced was condescending and written by 40-somethings about 20-somethings. And that hasn't changed. It's that, multiplied with this misty-coloured view of New York City which manages to be stuck 20 years in the past and way too shiny at the same time.
The closest thing I've seen to an accurate New York City is Flight of the Conchords, with a good chunk of 30 Rock thrown in. (The deli hot bars Jack eats drunkenly at in S1's Valentine's Day, "I've never been in a taxi with less than 7 people," jokes about the G train and "If you see something, say something," etc etc etc.)
Basically, HIMYM lives in a Los Angeles set stuck in the past, and in some world where the only people who live in NYC are white people. (And Wayne Brady.) But really, HIMYM. Mugged? In Central Park? I mean, yes, there were a couple last year, but it was freakish and everyone was like, "Wait, a mugging in Central Park? Wow, that brings me back."
Um, so the PS 22 kids (whom you may have seen singing This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody), Empire State of Mind, Run This Town, Lisztomania, etc etc) just took on Beach House's Zebra and broke my fucking heart. Maybe just because that song breaks my heart to begin with, and then plus kids. Somehow Victoria Legrand's beautiful voice manages to be trumped by those of these children.
WATCH IT RIGHT NOW.
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R.I.P. SUPERGRASS 1994-2010
I am way too broken up about this. I loved Supergrass. I've seen them 3 times in concert. The second time, in barely my second month living here, they got out of a limo right in front of me as I was sitting on the stage door steps of Webster Hall, shoving salad into my face. (♥♥♥ONLY IN NEW YORK♥♥♥) Seeing them do this song was one of the greatest concert-related moments of my life, with the intro bass-and-drum part just going on and on and on with an insane strobe. And then after the encore, Gaz threw his guitar pick into the audience and I caught it! I still have it! Oh, the memories. I'd like to thank the Clueless soundtrack for introducing me to them, and the Pumping On Your Stereo video for terrifying me at 2 AM when I woke up (after falling asleep in front of the tv) to MTV playing it. (Back when they used to play music videos, of course.) Those puppets traumatised me, but they made me fall in love. I'll wear my Supergrass badge to work tonight. :(
ETA: Ack, I forgot about Time To Go, even though it's just the last song on their first album, oh man the lyrics.
Thanks to everyone for everything you've done but now it's time to go/You know it's hard, we've had some fun but now the moment's come it's time to go/Who could ask for more?
So, Marshall got mugged in Central Park? I'm glad the HIMYM writers are living in the 80s. I am always glad of that. You know how, when they all moved to NYC in 2002 (I'm pretty sure that's what that old episode implied, that or 2000, I did the math at one point) it was SCARY AND CRIME-FILLED, but since then it has gentrified and all these old cool joints are being replaced with chain-restaurants and banks! And nothing good happens after 2 AM! And all places where one can dance with your friends are really boring and shitty, and the only people who smoke weed are "hippies" with dreads and tie-dye t-shirts. And there are all these newfangled neighbourhoods being named after abbreviations!
I've been formulating this whole rant in my head for a while, but it all comes down to what Simon Pegg and Jess Hynes say in the Spaced commentaries, that all "youf" programming at the time they wrote Spaced was condescending and written by 40-somethings about 20-somethings. And that hasn't changed. It's that, multiplied with this misty-coloured view of New York City which manages to be stuck 20 years in the past and way too shiny at the same time.
The closest thing I've seen to an accurate New York City is Flight of the Conchords, with a good chunk of 30 Rock thrown in. (The deli hot bars Jack eats drunkenly at in S1's Valentine's Day, "I've never been in a taxi with less than 7 people," jokes about the G train and "If you see something, say something," etc etc etc.)
Basically, HIMYM lives in a Los Angeles set stuck in the past, and in some world where the only people who live in NYC are white people. (And Wayne Brady.) But really, HIMYM. Mugged? In Central Park? I mean, yes, there were a couple last year, but it was freakish and everyone was like, "Wait, a mugging in Central Park? Wow, that brings me back."
Um, so the PS 22 kids (whom you may have seen singing This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody), Empire State of Mind, Run This Town, Lisztomania, etc etc) just took on Beach House's Zebra and broke my fucking heart. Maybe just because that song breaks my heart to begin with, and then plus kids. Somehow Victoria Legrand's beautiful voice manages to be trumped by those of these children.
WATCH IT RIGHT NOW.
&
R.I.P. SUPERGRASS 1994-2010
I am way too broken up about this. I loved Supergrass. I've seen them 3 times in concert. The second time, in barely my second month living here, they got out of a limo right in front of me as I was sitting on the stage door steps of Webster Hall, shoving salad into my face. (♥♥♥ONLY IN NEW YORK♥♥♥) Seeing them do this song was one of the greatest concert-related moments of my life, with the intro bass-and-drum part just going on and on and on with an insane strobe. And then after the encore, Gaz threw his guitar pick into the audience and I caught it! I still have it! Oh, the memories. I'd like to thank the Clueless soundtrack for introducing me to them, and the Pumping On Your Stereo video for terrifying me at 2 AM when I woke up (after falling asleep in front of the tv) to MTV playing it. (Back when they used to play music videos, of course.) Those puppets traumatised me, but they made me fall in love. I'll wear my Supergrass badge to work tonight. :(
ETA: Ack, I forgot about Time To Go, even though it's just the last song on their first album, oh man the lyrics.
Thanks to everyone for everything you've done but now it's time to go/You know it's hard, we've had some fun but now the moment's come it's time to go/Who could ask for more?