Fuck The Lawns That Need Mowing
While scanning the video for 'Pull Shapes' by The Pipettes, looking for easily copiable dance moves, I noticed that just after Rosay ungrammatically claims "I like to hip-hop", the camera actually cuts to a black guy nodding his approval, like Stephen Colbert's black friend Alan. That's a bit disconcerting.
(And yes, I did call her Rosay. I know the names of all the Pipettes, and that my favourite is Riot Becki. Unlike some of you lazy slackers on LJ, I actually like to do some research into things before I post, a standard of journalistic excellence that I feel is responsible for this LJ having been linked to by the top British Asian blog PickledPolitics.com, for my fearless expose of the real terrorist plot facing our nation.)
So, yes. I mean, I still like the Pipettes, but I fear a part of me will always associate them with a black person nodding at a cringeworthy point in their biggest hit. Such is the fate of all those who would try and replace Kenickie in my heart. Amy Winehouse is missing, presumed drunk, Lily Allen has worn out my patience by choosing 'LDN' as a second single (also being a fugly trustafarian with the most garish record sleeves ever), and Sandi Thom is and always was shit.
And yet, and yet... I did have a dream about Nellie McKay the other night; having had Pretty Little Head indefinitely shitcanned by Sony, the tempermental anti-capitalist poppet tried to break through into the mainstream by performing the house musical accompaniment for a new game show hosted by Les Dennis. This kick-started a chain of events in which I almost, but didn't quite, meet Nellie, even managing to screw it up when she rather implausibly came to Middlesbrough to shoot a new video which required closing down half the time.
Oh, Nellie, I love you! Those other girls meant nothing to me! Let's never fight again!
(And yes, I did call her Rosay. I know the names of all the Pipettes, and that my favourite is Riot Becki. Unlike some of you lazy slackers on LJ, I actually like to do some research into things before I post, a standard of journalistic excellence that I feel is responsible for this LJ having been linked to by the top British Asian blog PickledPolitics.com, for my fearless expose of the real terrorist plot facing our nation.)
So, yes. I mean, I still like the Pipettes, but I fear a part of me will always associate them with a black person nodding at a cringeworthy point in their biggest hit. Such is the fate of all those who would try and replace Kenickie in my heart. Amy Winehouse is missing, presumed drunk, Lily Allen has worn out my patience by choosing 'LDN' as a second single (also being a fugly trustafarian with the most garish record sleeves ever), and Sandi Thom is and always was shit.
And yet, and yet... I did have a dream about Nellie McKay the other night; having had Pretty Little Head indefinitely shitcanned by Sony, the tempermental anti-capitalist poppet tried to break through into the mainstream by performing the house musical accompaniment for a new game show hosted by Les Dennis. This kick-started a chain of events in which I almost, but didn't quite, meet Nellie, even managing to screw it up when she rather implausibly came to Middlesbrough to shoot a new video which required closing down half the time.
Oh, Nellie, I love you! Those other girls meant nothing to me! Let's never fight again!