In my lengthy absence from this here blog - but who are we kidding, I’ve been gone longer - I have spent time discovering new lows in my level of coolness. Hence I begin what promises to be an lengthy, episodic documentation of my lack of coolness.
Episode 1
I’ve been on the lookout for new music. I’m getting tired of my 1,347 iPod tunes, but I’m too pressed for time to spend it wading through radio drivel. We listened to the radio while on vacation and heard the same 5 songs over and over. And while I didn’t hate the the
Nelly Furtado/James Morrison song the first 67 times, it doesn’t bear up well under repetition, and I wouldn’t consider buying it. And I hear that Rob Thomas has a new song as well.
I’ve become seasoned...mature..an npr listener...uncool...
But I’m prattling on to avoid my latest descent into uncoolness. I’ve been desperate, friends. I’m wanting new music but have avoided the radio, ignored my iTunes genius recommendations, and scoffed at
Pandora’s pairings.
But I’ve done it. I’ve found a new set of tunes that keep my toes a-tappin’ and makes me look forward to being in the car. It’s...
The Ting Tings.
And I know that they were kind of cool when they hit the scene on an
iPod commercial well over a year ago. But I’m a bit slow to catch on. Truth be told, I never saw the commercial itself.
Nope, you know where I discovered The Ting Tings? On
Yo Gabba Gabba.
Yep, that’s right. I heard my new, fun music on a preschooler’s show - looked up those fresh, hip, modern kids singing a catchy tune - and was hooked.
I have since bought the majority of their stuff on iTunes - including their live stuff, but my song of the moment is below.
But my real and true favorite, the one that started it all is
Happy Birthday.
I’m such a dork.