MGMT: Summer of Love, 2008

So, when I know something, I know it well. Rocker sex appeal...THAT I know. In the new millenium, we've seen eye liner,spiked hair,black nail polish etc... I was tired of it. Than a little band came into my life the summer of 2008. Hello lover! Where have you been all my life?! I love MGMT.There's no way to justify it. They're amazing. The music is an acid trip without the actual acid. After hearing a few songs for the first time, I declared myself a fan. However, as soon as I stumbled upon their pictures, I realized that YES, THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! These guys are the reincarnation of 1967, in a nut shell. To be a grungy, hippy trippy, adorable, flower child, while still belonging to the 21st century...well, that's just groovy, outa sight and completley rad. Let us ponder these lovely boys :) It must be said, I am partial to Andrew. He rocks my world...

Note. Photo Below is NOT Andrew, but still a cute drummer for the band... ;)

An Appetite For Destruction

Let me start by justifying what really does not need to be justified. I have an obsession with Guns N' Roses. It's not a subtle one either. The fact of the matter is, whenever something...anything intrigues me, it becomes me. It wasn't the disturbingly poetic lyrics, or even just the music itself. It was more a feeling of "This is how Rock N' Roll was meant to be." I write this today because on my way to class this morning a rare blast of confetti exploded from my ipod. Okay maybe not rare, but still...on a day like today, when I really needed that confetti...it's presence was much appreciated. Sweet Child O' Mine... That song never fails me. The result, pure bliss walking down S. Michigan Ave. I must admit, I feel that loving Guns the way that I do doesn't really fit in with how music is progressing. It will never be like it was in 1987 or even 1992. Things have evolved, and here and there I find bands that are completley wonderful, completley unique. But none will ever have what Guns did. Those guys didn't need fireworks or props...They didn't need to be strung up on cables, lowered down from the rafters. All they really needed was the dynamic they created just by walking out on stage.

There was Steven, the fun loving, smiling drug addict (though they were all addicted at some point) There was Izzy, the slightly mysterious guitarist. There was Duff, the blonde bass player with the stoned eyes.

Last but not least come the two members that I believe were the pillars of the band. Slash, with his exotic moodiness and perminent cigarette dangling between his lips (a side note to his trademark fixture, a top hat.) And then of course, Axl. Axl Rose, I consider to be one of the best frontmen of all time. He created the art on the stage with the way he moved, the way he threw a tantrum, the way he dressed. Let's talk about the way he dressed. I loved his style, absolutley loved it. No one could ever and will ever rock a bandana the way that Axl used to. No one could ever wear leather pants, cowboy boots and flannel and produce that same effect. There was power in Axl alone...He was (and still is to some degree) a genius. Obviously, the original members of Guns have parted ways. It's been that way for over a decade. But let me say this: If they ever (EVER) decided to reunite every single one of the originals, I would be the happiest groupie on the earth. Will they still have it? I think so... From what I know (and I know alot about this) when all five members first played together in the Mid 1980's (When they were writing their lyrics on pizza boxes) there was a unanimous feeling of perfection. I think that feeling can and will be produced again...But not by any of today's goth punky types. (Just saying!)

The Boy Who Knew Too Much

Wow. Neon beams of light radiating from his body, running around half naked with a red fedora and glittery Christian Louboutin sneakers...This is how I like my favorite performer of the decade. MIKA... M I K A. He's back, and so too are my old (but all too familar) groupie ways. I can't help it! He's too wonderful, too soaked in technicolor shades of iredescent rainbow to ignore. I mean, I look at him and I see everything I've ever wanted to say to this world summed up in the way he sings, the words he says, the clothes he wears. He says what the rest of us can't. The misunderstood, cooler than cool, misfit toys of the universe convene in his lyrics.

His newest single, 'We are Golden' is a massive ode to adolescence. I'm on my last year of being a teenager, why not send off the number 19 with a new anthem?

WATCH & LISTEN HERE!

Long Live The Last King: Written 6.27.09

I wasn’t prepared to hear that Michael Jackson, The King of Pop , had died on Thursday afternoon. I was in my Holocaust class (of all classes) when peoples’ phones started buzzing with texts. The next thing you know, “Michael Jackson is dead…” was on repeat every two seconds. “What?!” I thought… How could he be dead? A world without Michael Jackson is like a world without simple everyday encounters like stop signs or door knobs. He comes with the package of life. His is the soundtrack to all of our lives. That’s the deal right? We’re supposed to keep him forever. It isn’t so. We have lost an icon of the universe. His career is the epitome of epic. He is and will always be the height of musical genius. Thriller was the best selling album in all of history. Will that ever happen again? No, the reign of Michael Jackson cannot and will not be replicated. I don’t care who you are or what you do. You will never be able to do THAT. And what was THAT? I have no idea…no one does. His presence, his iconic style, his voice, his melodies and rhythms are simply all his and no one else’s.

His influence on fashion alone is one of his most memorable contributions. The military jackets, the gloves, the colors, the sparkle, the leather, the EVERYTHING was out of this world.



Say what you want about his infamy. I’m not interested in that. He was misunderstood. End of story. Let’s move past all the things he allegedly did and remember the complete brilliance he created on stage. He wrote most if not all of his songs, and there was always light shed on something difficult to understand about the world in his lyrics. His melodies were like the neon colors in the crayon box. When you hear a song like Beat It or You Rock My World, you can't help but get up and move, snap your fingers, tap your foot. He is timeless. And his legend will absolutley live on.

His moves...a must see.

Beat it, live.


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