We Fell About the Place!

Men are always stereotyped about only liking women of a certain nature. But is a stereotype a stereotype if it's true? Oh well, I guess I'll have to ask Michael Vick. I digress.

As I mentioned in the 100th Entry, this is also from a Christmas tape. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. In my case, not really. Not after what they go through.Skipping over double entendre and half-truths, here's some music. 

From short-lived British band The Monks, off Bad Habits, here is "Nice Legs Shame About Her Face."
I walked her to the door/ Expecting to go in
She looked me up and down and put me in my place
She said 'Nice legs, shame about your face.'

Electric Girl

As this summer is progressing, I'm finding my horizons broadening. And I broaden even more when I have free money to buy music with. After all, where would we be without free money? Romney's Bain Capital, that's what.

I just discovered this band, although I have heard them mentioned before, so here's a new one for me.

From their 2007 (and first major) studio album, Oracular Spectacular, MGMT's "Electric Feel."

I said, 'oh girl!'/ Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl/ Turn me on with your electric feel.

Christmas Tape

I know today is July 4th and all, but I really didn't want the 100th post to be a John Philip Sousa composition. This blog needs a bit of colour, in this case, the Union Jack.

This is the 100th Archenemy entry, y'all!

It all started in the late '50s, when cameramen at the BBC would film skits that their co-workers or talent would star in, then show at the Christmas party in December. When videotape use became more widespread during the late '70s, staff working in the videotape department would record outtakes and bloopers that occurred while taping a programme for air, and then place these mistakes on their Christmas tapes.

In addition to bloopers and mishaps, they would also include risqué things, such as clips from pornographic films, skits (usually lip-syncing to songs), and comedy (usu. making fun of something or someone). This continued into the late '90s before the use of production facilities and company resources became more tightly controlled and the life of the employee's became busier.

In this post, here is part of an ESF post dedicated to the phenomena.

From the 1983 Central VT Christmas Tape, and off The Buggles' 1980 album Plastic Age, "Elstree."

I had a dream on back lot/ And saw my life like a long shot

I smile at faces in a picture parade/ Of all the stills from the films that you made

And we would see me a solo/ Up there drinking coffee on the G.O. condo

Crown Me Your Prince

This morning I watched a film called North Sea Texas (official site here). It deals with the obsession (ironic) that a teenager has with his next door neighbor (the irony I'm just realizing is killing me). The film opens with him, as a young child, dressing up. Then it switches to his fourteen-year-old self sharing an intimate moment, one of many in the film. You never see anything, but it's implied.

I think I'll review it on my main blog now. Coming soon to the ESF.

The song in this TA post is the feature song of the movie. It does it real justice.

From French new age artist Little Auk, is this English-language song "Wooly Clouds," featured on the movie's official soundtrack.

We paint the skies/ Bright as blue

With wooly darts of clouds/ You take my hand

We play around/In the greenest grass

The Night City Grows

I've had this song since December. Got it off Amazon and was freaked out by that weird album cover. And then last month, swear, started popping up on my Facebook page. Then I went all hipster saying I had had it since December, before anyone else heard it. Such a hipster.

And it wasn't until May as well that I saw the music video. Didn't even know it had music video! I was blown away... and loved the lighting at the end. Now it's just weeks 'til we hear it being over-played on the radio just like Gotye was.

Now, for you're listening pleasure on this Monday evening (July 2nd, 7.50 PM), from French electronica band M83, "Midnight City."

Waiting in a car/ Waiting for a ride in the dark
The night city grows/ Look and see her eyes, they glow