I made this a little needlessly complicated, sorry.
emilytheodd posted this awesome meme, and I must share my sonic excrement with you! Just thank the Lords of Kobol there are no actual recordings of my harpy voice, eeegh.
Post the three songs you're singing most in the shower right now. Not the three you wish you were singing, but the three that you actually are.
01. Pony Up! - The Truth About Cats and Dogs (Is That They Die)
02. Octoberman - Run From Safety (You can listen to it on their myspace, along with a fucking gorgeous live version)
03. Beirut - Nantes
04. Beirut - The Penalty
Cheating, I know! But at least two out of my three artists are dashing and Canadian. Speaking of Canadian art (CLASSY SEGUE, I KNOW) I went to watch some shorts at the Atlantic Film Festival, tonight. Ho ho, don't I own the most pretentious pants around these parts. I really wanted to park my butt in front of Burn After Reading, but someone else insisted on some class, so Canadiana it was. Conclusions? The Quebecois own this country when it comes to ~art, and everyone else can go home. Lord, the burning guilt I feel from the only film that mattered out of seven will probably never leave me.
ETA: and yeah, here's the entire Octoberman album, if you're interested.
Post the three songs you're singing most in the shower right now. Not the three you wish you were singing, but the three that you actually are.
01. Pony Up! - The Truth About Cats and Dogs (Is That They Die)
Click to view02. Octoberman - Run From Safety (You can listen to it on their myspace, along with a fucking gorgeous live version)
03. Beirut - Nantes
04. Beirut - The Penalty
Cheating, I know! But at least two out of my three artists are dashing and Canadian. Speaking of Canadian art (CLASSY SEGUE, I KNOW) I went to watch some shorts at the Atlantic Film Festival, tonight. Ho ho, don't I own the most pretentious pants around these parts. I really wanted to park my butt in front of Burn After Reading, but someone else insisted on some class, so Canadiana it was. Conclusions? The Quebecois own this country when it comes to ~art, and everyone else can go home. Lord, the burning guilt I feel from the only film that mattered out of seven will probably never leave me.
ETA: and yeah, here's the entire Octoberman album, if you're interested.