I've been listening to The Magic Kids' album Memphis on repeat (WHAT??) for the past week during extreme arting sessions. It just fills me with painless happy happy glad times and washes away the hours of chair-sitting and neck-bending. They're all for the good times, and are promoters of the gf/bf, hand-holding idealogy that is oh-so addictive this time of year.
I found this video of them playing in a backyard somewhere with dozens of children. It makes me feel less worried about being in a band that children like (although, many of these kids seem to be crying). Kids love happy music. I love happy music. I am mostly a child anyway. Why worry about being badass? Let Mike Dirnt worry about that.
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They have a VERY custard bear-ness to them.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the singer is very skinny.
*whispers* legs up to here (indicates to chest).
Hope the painting is going well. I hope you don't catch the painter's hunch: I'm a lost cause.
I'm actually pretty tall you know, when I unfold myself...
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!
ReplyDeleteOh man, sorest neck ever. And wrists. Oh the wrists. WHAT AM I DOING ANSWERING COMMENTS!! Must get back. *exits*