Hip-Tips Vol. 13
Ultra-cool. Just. Don’t even say otherwise. Do, and I will print out your comment, set it on fire in my office wastebasket, dance around the flames, and then sleep the dreamless sleep of a tired child. The vid for Peter, Bjorn, and John’s catchy, head-bobbin’ “Nothing to Worry About” is awesomized by the inclusion of footage of ‘50s-lovin’ Japanese guys dancing in public. Apparently, the subculture’s members regularly gather at particular urban depots or other populated places and, well, just dance. (Other Japanese subcultures do, too; dance in public, that is.) Fort Worth needs some similarly cracked examples of similarly good, similarly clean fun. “If you’re SUCH a poet / Twist your tongue and show it.” PB & J = awesome.
Catchy Yeah Yeah Yeahs song I recently noticed backdropping the comings and goings of the 34-going-on-16-year-old cast members of Gossip Girl, inspiring me to wax juvenile: “Which character, specifically, is said ‘Zero’?” With the vid’s airing, Karen O has officially become the band – she’s in just about every single frame. She also evidently has had a stylist or 12 sicced on her. Good for her. Love her voice. (Listen for the high-pitched, surely synthesized “ohhh”’s.) Trés that chick from Berlin. What ever happened to her, anyway? Perhaps more pressingly, why was yours truly watching GG? Well, except for Antiques Roadshow, Monday-night TV doesn’t necessarily thrill.
You’ve gotta love a heavy indie-rock song that’s not about “you” and/or love and/or relationships. Well, actually, Glasvegas’ “Geraldine” is indeed about love not of the kind between sex-having people. Rather, it’s of the unique kind between a client and his or her social worker. And it’s not the least bit schmaltzy!
WEEKLY POETRY FIX (‘cause you know you want it)
“When the Snake Became a Man”
by Garret Keizer
When the snake became a man,
he couldn’t stop swallowing
one rat after another until
he became so large he couldn’t
constrict his prey. He hired
a number of smaller snakes
not men or barely so to strangle
the rats for him and a surgeon
to make an opening in his tail
over which he wore a velvet hat
when not extruding his meals.
ARTIST YOU SHOULD KNOW
May have mentioned him before, but whatever: Adolf Wolfli (1864-1930), a clinically insane convicted child molester from Switzerland who painted and drew ultra-committed tableaux – “committed” as in “you must be super-committed and/or daft to spend as much time on repetitive detail as you do” – all laced with mythological imagery and spiritual potency. Colorful, too.