Occasionally I still wonder what those four words that Amy Sherman-Palladino was going to end it with were… By occasionally I mean constantly.
Occasionally I still wonder what those four words that Amy Sherman-Palladino was going to end it with were… By occasionally I mean constantly.
And made even better because it led to https://www.youtube.com/wat…
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Oi with the poodles already!
Yeah, just 20 minutes of that on a loop should do it.
I love the idea that they would do something ridiculous like that as a fake-out for the last ever episode. That, or just have a fairly run-of-the-mill or even deliberately bad episode and then announce after that it was the last one. I'd respect them for it.
It's a three pronged attack: subliminal, liminal and super-liminal.
Margin Walker by Fugazi for intimidation purposes. Pinball Wizard by the Who for any arcade game tournament I might find myself in. Date with the Night by the YYYs for any night games… and the Polyphonic Spree, Running Away because that song is simultaneously great pump up music and inappropriately cheerful for most…
Yeah, it's strange how sometimes it just takes you out of the song, but other times it's a nice little quirk. Haven't noticed the Lorde one, but I'm in Australia so probably 'normal' to me.
Much better!
Rhyming homonyms? Probably there's something more specific than that…
Related to this, there are so many songs I either love or hate because of some quirky (to me) pronunciation of a word in the lyrics.
'Dear Lord, when I get to heaven….please let me bring my man' makes me shake my head every. single. time. And this from someone who actively avoids listening to that song. It makes me unreasonably angry!
Yeah, in a way (and this is based on nothing) I felt like it was a convenient way for the band to put out a movie 'about' the band without any actual content… about the band. Probably Matt's wife had a lot to do with the end result, although I think it was brave of the brother portray himself so negatively. Or perhaps…
It is quite… squirmy.
Mistaken For Strangers is another one. Presumably started out as a straightforward rockumentary about The National, which predictably could have been about the relationships between the two sets of brothers in the band. Then it morphed into a story about the complexity of the relationship between two other brothers-…
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