100 bands might be wrong, but they would still be awesome
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: the Harry and the Potters rockumentary.
(Okay, I tell a lie: it's actually a documentary about the wizard rock movement. Wizard rock movement. Say that three times and feel your chances of reproducing dwindling.)
I was especially glad to come across this today after the argument Thom and I had last night about Harry and the Potters. (His clearly misguided arguments: 1) They're terrible. 2) No, really. My firm yet insightful counter-arguments: 1) They're special! 2) Shut up. 3) They're better than Meltwizard, aren't they?) Apparently he found out that the wife of a friend of his shares my inexplicable enthusiasm and they two sad husbands were trying to comfort one another. I like the idea of Harry and the Potters as something that perhaps-not-entirely-young-and-hip ladies get together and cackle about in witchy little kaffeeklatsches. We'll get you, my pretty, and your indie rock too.
Ahem.
Anyone willing to go see the movie with me gets five dollars, my undying affection, and only a fifty percent chance of contracting some kind of skin disease from the audience.
(Okay, I tell a lie: it's actually a documentary about the wizard rock movement. Wizard rock movement. Say that three times and feel your chances of reproducing dwindling.)
I was especially glad to come across this today after the argument Thom and I had last night about Harry and the Potters. (His clearly misguided arguments: 1) They're terrible. 2) No, really. My firm yet insightful counter-arguments: 1) They're special! 2) Shut up. 3) They're better than Meltwizard, aren't they?) Apparently he found out that the wife of a friend of his shares my inexplicable enthusiasm and they two sad husbands were trying to comfort one another. I like the idea of Harry and the Potters as something that perhaps-not-entirely-young-and-hip ladies get together and cackle about in witchy little kaffeeklatsches. We'll get you, my pretty, and your indie rock too.
Ahem.
Anyone willing to go see the movie with me gets five dollars, my undying affection, and only a fifty percent chance of contracting some kind of skin disease from the audience.