Where does The Arcade Fire get their clothes? They are so funky.
I'm thinking about what various things to write about, and in the future I'm going to do a whole blog post called the Case Against Pretentiousness (spelled wrong). Oh, how I hate pretentious people. Their band is always better than yours, and their clothes are dirtier/funkier.
I want to go head to head against the Arcade Fire and take them down!!! No, they'd win because they have their sonic melodies and French accordians. And I have like an Irish fiddle. That's pretty cool, though. I got the Dropkick Murphys, and we'd head butt those Canadians.
Alright, alright. So I'll think about ideas for it, and various lists I can make up of my favorite movies explained and stuff.
I dreamt Nicole Kidman was my mom, and Crispin Glover was dating her. It was odd. Then my brother was at an airport and his friend was pistol whipping security.
**Note: I actually like The Arcade Fire a whole lot, better than the Dropkick Murphys.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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