I’ve heard the name Tokio Hotel mentioned a few times, so when I heard they had a new music video, I thought I’d check it out. Three and a half minutes (and a lot of androgynous eyeliner later) I’m feeling a little sick to my stomach thinking about the budget required to make this piece of trash.
Is this awful? Cuz this looks awful to me. Like, This is Spinal Tap awful– with robots making out in a giant, post-apocalyptic slinky dump instead of dwarfs dancing around tiny Stonehenge.
But then, I’m not exactly in the loop, as the kids say.
In the new music video for her single, Fuck You (Very Much) Lily gives the figurative finger to homophobes, warhawks, and racists. And she makes me giggle.
It was 15 years ago today that Kurt Cobain took his own life with a shotgun blast to the head. His body and suicide note would be found three days later at his Seattle home.
A very polarizing individual, everyone has their own opinions about the quality of his music, his status as a celebrity, and the appropriateness of memorializing his death because of its “ugly” qualities– the fact that it was a suicide and that Kurt’s continuous struggle with drug addiction was probably an influencing factor. But for a lot of people, Nirvana’s music and Kurt’s death constitute defining moments in their adolescence, and are therefore worth memorializing.
The truth is that we depend upon artists to be the whipping boys for all our inner demons– to feel intensely and confront directly the emotions and frightening parts of the human psyche that the rest of us struggle daily to keep under control or to ignore, and to somehow encapsulate those battles in four minutes and thirty seconds worth of commercially viable radio catharsis. Sometimes they lose those battles–casualties of an unseen war whose only manifestations are the writing, the acting, the painting, or the music the rest of us so enjoy.
When those battles are lost, the rest of us remain the beneficiaries of their wills, inheriting a legacy of life experiences described vibrantly and succinctly through a lens of concentrated emotion that is at once both out of control and carefully contained in an artistic format– be that literary, visual, or aural.
So I don’t feel at all inappropriate or pandering in memorializing his passing and recognizing his own unique contribution to the rock music canon.
As we just ran a Backstreet Boys post I’m morally obligated to throw in a video of a song I heard (and liked) yesterday. I think this fellow, Jaime T, is big among our European audiences but us Yanks haven’t discovered him yet… unless I’m more out of touch than I thought.
This kid needs to be on Broadway pronto. Watch this…it is the best version of “And I Am Telling You (I’m Not Goin)” that I have heard in a while and it is from a skinny white kid.
This is espically for my gays. Enjoy.
Just Jinger is one of my new favorite bands. Buy their whole album on itunes…now. It is really great plane/driving music and I love them even more after seeing this music video. This song has a great message… Enjoy!
