This is a new collaberation between Rostam Batmanglij of Vampire Weekend, and Wes Miles of Ra Ra Riot. I'm not gonna post any reviews.... We are free thinkers and we know what we like. For me, what you guys think is more important than some music reviewer I've never freaking heard of.
I have kissed a lot of girls. Bunchs. Like, in the hundreds probably. I really enjoy kissing. It stared in the 4th grade. I was "going steady" with Nadia. A thick girl in Mrs. Henderson's class. I think she was of Russian descent. She had a haircut just like Mary Lou Retton. Anywho, one day I was out in the front yard putting the Pennysavers on my bike in preparation for my route when Nadia showed up with a gaggle (I think girls travel in gaggles) of girls. The lead girl pushed Nadia towards me and said "Nadia says you haven't kissed her yet." This was true. The thought of kissing Nadia scared me and made my still developing testes retreat into my skinny white boy abdomen. I tried to ignore them for a while but they just stood there in a line on the sidewalk staring at me. And Nadia was just standing there in the no mans land between me and the sidewalk looking sad. I kept racking my brain trying to think of a cool way to get out of kissing her for what seemed like hours. I came up blank. So I did the only thing a respectable 4th grader could do. I dropped my Pennysavers, walked up to her, grabbed her, threw her over my knee and planted one on her a la Clark Gable, which was the only kiss I could visualize at the time. When I let her up she looked completely dumbfounded. I looked at her gaggle (that still doesn't seem right..) and they looked as stupefied as Nadia did. But then they all smiled at me, Nadia walked over to them and they all left. I was a hero. Word of my smooching prowess traveled quickly and soon I was the kissing king. And it didn't stop in grade school.
In high school I was kinda even more of a mouth slut. That's what the girls told each other. And what they told me after I kissed them. The funny thing is I would meet some girl, flirt with her for a few days at school and some girl she knew who knew some girl I knew who knew a girl I had made out with would tell her what a player I was. They would almost always ask me about it. I even had a whole speech worked up.
"Suzie says you kiss a lot of girls"
"That's true, I do."
"Why?"
"I like to kiss, I think people should kiss more often. If I had my way we would kiss each other hello. To me its my way of telling a girl that I think shes pretty and that I like being around them. It's not a big deal"
And then they would get this look in their eye. They knew I was full of crap but they were curious. 90% of the time they would make out with me within 48hrs. And I never had an unsatisfied customer. I was an amazing kisser. I knew what girls liked and what they didn't. I could tell just by looking at a girls mouth what kind of kisser she would be. I loved teaching girls new things to do with their lips.
Then I met the future Mrs Chops. I had just gotten back from my mission in France so I was kinda out of practice. The first time I saw her I was absolutely mesmerized by her mouth. It was small but pouty. And I knew I wanted to kiss it.
When I was in High School I went on maybe 2 dates in 4 yrs which did not end up in a kiss. But the first time out with Mrs Chops I was too scared. And the second time. And the third. But the fourth time we went out we ended up back at her place and she broke out her guitar to play some "Jewel" for me. She played "Hands" and as she was playing I couldnt take my eyes off of her mouth. I was moving in delicous ways and I wanted to taste it so bad. She finished singing and I just stared at her for a second. Then I asked.
"Can I kiss you"
"What kind?"
Oh crap. I had been gone for two years and all of a sudden there were "kinds". Dangit.
"I.. I dont know... What do you mean?"
"Regular or foriegn?"
"Umm... regular?"
And then she kissed me.
Best. Kiss. Ever.
Bar none. And I knew I loved her. And that I would never kiss anyone else again. And I was totally happy with that.
And so I give you songs that make me think of making out with Mrs Chops. Because 12 years later very little in this world makes me happier than being kissed by Mrs Chops.
He will be sorely missed. I mean, I didn't really care for the dude that much, but his older stuff was good. Like the stuff he sang before he turned all beige and stuff.
Wow... I always kinda felt sorry for his baby mama, but I guess today is a good day for her bank account.
His plastic surgeon on the other hand.... that guys' kids are gonna have a tough life from now on. I mean seriously... public school? Shopping at WalMart? Ewwwwwwww!!!!!!!
He is survived by his children (who are, oddly enough, petrified of heights), 18 brothers and sisters (only one of them has the most unfortunate luck to share the genetics that made him beige) and his "nose". Oh yeah... and all his "special friends" who had sleep-overs with him at Neverland Ranch.
OK, OK.... gosh.... I'm just kiddin' (sorta)
He may have been totally Wacko, but he still made some pretty good music.
Phoenix is a French Alternative-Pop group out of Versailles. Thomas Mars (vocals), Deck D'Arcy (bass), Laurent Brancowitz (guitar), and Christian Mazzalai (guitar). Their album Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix was released on May 25th 2009. With Lisztomania as the first single.
This is the latest release "1901"
"Rome" This is probably my favorite song on the album. And the whole thing is pretty damn good.
I'm a little worried about our boys. Chops is sporadic at best. And cdahle, well, I'm starting to think that something truly terrible has happened to him. If anyone in St. Charles Missouri reads this please go to his house and make sure Amberd didn't bury him in the backyard before she left on her trip. If she has, would someone please feed Elsie. That poor dog.
In their absence I am taking it upon myself to bring you Manly Music Tuesday. Which unfortunately may actually have more testosterone running through it than anything our sweet Chopsie has ever posted. He is such a tender soul. I am a firm believer that there is a special place in heaven set aside just for men like him.
Now, I'm just going to pick a few of my favorite songs from da boys...Give a shout out to "Mike D", "MCA", and "Ad-Rock"....HOLLAAAAAAAAA
And the brand spankin' new one...which is awesome...in case you were wondering.
I love this song. I also love the verson by Ra Ra Riot (Chops totally has a man crush on Mathieu, the bassist); but there weren't any good quality videos of them perfoming this one.... I added the lyrics and a little something that Kate said by way of explanation.
Out in the garden There's half of a heaven, And we're only bluffing. We're not ones for busting through walls,
But they've told us Unless we can prove That we're doing it, We can't have it all, And I want it all.
He's gonna wangle A way to get out of it. She's an excuse And a witness who'll talk when he's called.
But they've told us Unless we can prove That we're doing it, We can't have it all, And I want it all, And I want it all, We can't have it all, And I Want it all.
"I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying. Am I suspended in Gaffa? Not till I am ready for you, Not till I am ready for you Can I have it all?
I try to get nearer, But as it gets clearer There's something appears in the way, It's a plank in me eye, With a camel Who's trying to get through it, Am I doing it? Can I have it all now? And I want it all.
I pull out the plank and say "Thank you for yanking me back To the fact that there's Always something to distract."
But sometimes it's hard To know if I'm doing it right. Can I have it all now? And I want it all, Can I have it all now? And I want it all Can I have it all? And I want it all, I can't have it all.
"We all have a dream...maybe."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying. Am I suspended in Gaffa? Not till I am ready for you, Not till I am ready for you Can I have it all.
I won't open boxes That I am told not to. I'm not a Pandora. I'm much more like
That girl in the mirror. Between you and me She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all. And I want it all, Not anywhere at all. And I want it all, No, nothing. And I want it all, She can't have it all.
"Mother, where are the angels? I'm scared of the changes."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying. Am I suspended in Gaffa? Not till I am ready for you, Not till I am ready for you
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying. Am I suspended in Gaffa? Not till I am ready for you, Not till I am ready for you
Can I have it all now?
Kate's notes:
Whenever I've sung this song I've hoped that my breath would hold out for the first few phrases, as there is no gap to breathe in.
When I wrote this track the words came at the same time, and this is one of the few songs where the lyrics were complete at such an early stage. The idea of the song is that of being given a glimpse of "God"--something that we dearly want--but being told that unless we work for it, we will never see it again, and even then, we might not be worthy of it. Of course, everybody wants the reward without the toil, so people try to find a way out of the hard work, still hoping to claim the prize, but such is not the case. The choruses are meant to express the feeling of entering timelessness as you become ready for the experience, but only when you are ready.
