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I cannot do the Smurf

Thanks to my 10-years-younger-than-me niece for keeping me at least a decade younger and ever-so-slightly cool. Or hip. Or with it. Or whatever's the current lingo.

Brianne introduced me to this indie rock group, Rilo Kiley, a while back. For those of you stuck in the '80s, the band's lead singer is Jenny Lewis, who played Hannah in the movie Troop Beverly Hills.

The video I'm featuring is "Frug," a song with sparklingly repetitive lyrics guaranteed to stick themselves like superglue to your gray matter.

Comments

Brianne said…
EXCELLENT post choice! That's my personal favorite. Their albums get less and less indie but their newest, Under the Blacklight, is a damn good listen. Particularly "Smoke Detector."

Another artist you might enjoy is Nellie McKay. First album is better than the second, and I've heard her third is kick ass.

Thanks for the props by the way. :)
Brianne said…
Oh! And did I tell you I got to meet Rilo Kiley? They did a little 3-song "show" at the bar right across the street from my old job. Then one of my bosses was all, "You should see if you can get them to come over to take a picture!" and I didn't think I could actually do that but I took advantage of watching the show (it was at like, 8:30 a.m.), but I got ahold of their record rep by sheer luck and they did it! I have the photo somewhere.... no clue where though. Hm.

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