Anyway, The song is Call Your Girlfriend, but it's not the original that has wormed its way into my ear (sorry Robyn, but you'll have to take your gym-floor-gyrating-self elsewhere) but this cover by some lovely Swedish lasses who like to play delicate drums on empty tubs of butter while singing in perfect three part harmony. Of course they do. Who doesn't? Anyway, it's kind of hauntingly beautiful and is apparently an Internet sensation now with all kinds of men, women and children doing their own rendition of harmonies with butter-tub accompaniment. Fascinating the fads that catch on these days. Kind of makes me want to get the band back together so we could give this one a try. Guys? You out there? Well, I'll be here...eating butter...you know, to prep our kits. Call me.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
It's Time You Had The Talk
This one's been stuck in me noggin for several days and I'm just now getting around to writing about it (purging it!) in hopes that the music will be temporarily silenced so that I can think about something else for a while. Like dolphins. Or pizza. Or the ungodly amount of laundry I need to do. Or dolphins.
Anyway, The song is Call Your Girlfriend, but it's not the original that has wormed its way into my ear (sorry Robyn, but you'll have to take your gym-floor-gyrating-self elsewhere) but this cover by some lovely Swedish lasses who like to play delicate drums on empty tubs of butter while singing in perfect three part harmony. Of course they do. Who doesn't? Anyway, it's kind of hauntingly beautiful and is apparently an Internet sensation now with all kinds of men, women and children doing their own rendition of harmonies with butter-tub accompaniment. Fascinating the fads that catch on these days. Kind of makes me want to get the band back together so we could give this one a try. Guys? You out there? Well, I'll be here...eating butter...you know, to prep our kits. Call me.
Anyway, The song is Call Your Girlfriend, but it's not the original that has wormed its way into my ear (sorry Robyn, but you'll have to take your gym-floor-gyrating-self elsewhere) but this cover by some lovely Swedish lasses who like to play delicate drums on empty tubs of butter while singing in perfect three part harmony. Of course they do. Who doesn't? Anyway, it's kind of hauntingly beautiful and is apparently an Internet sensation now with all kinds of men, women and children doing their own rendition of harmonies with butter-tub accompaniment. Fascinating the fads that catch on these days. Kind of makes me want to get the band back together so we could give this one a try. Guys? You out there? Well, I'll be here...eating butter...you know, to prep our kits. Call me.
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haha! re: Robyn's dancing. it always makes me REALLY uncomfortable. i like your blog...
ReplyDeleteYeah, she's pretty into floor humping? And thanks! Glad somebody's actually reading this rag!
ReplyDeletei am reading this rag..and i am liking it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, K! I'm kinda liking writing it!
DeleteAnd now there's this. And what makes this extraspecially fabulouso is that I actually know these peeps. And am totes jealous of their choreographic skills. All hail 2 bunz crew!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msLv8Vze4Vc
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