Framed

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  I'm really liking Paul Thorn these days.

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  This weekend, I will be riding the Bike to the Bay, a fundraiser for the MS Society.  150 miles in two days.  So here's some inspiration for my team:

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  As I've noted before, most summers are bookmarked in my mind by a particular song, usually a catchy pop ditty that sounds great coming out of a cheap car radio playing at full blast while the windows are down on a hot day.  Since it's the first day of summer, it's time to make the selection.  The choice this year was pretty easy: I can't get Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" out of my head.  It's got a good beat, a nice melody, and mildly provocative lyrics.  It's like summer romances--not too serious, just fun.   Yeah, it's "heteronormative"  (which is a great bit of pseudoacademic jargon and a word I must use more often), but it's supposed to be less about sexual politics than a good fling.

For some stupid reason, Capitol Records doesn't want the official video of the song shared on non-YouTube sites and has disabled the embedding feature.  Why they think this helps them build buzz for a new artist is beyond me--but anyway, since I can't post it here, here is the link to the vid.

There are, however, several unauthorized videos, including one that's kinda NSFW and several much suckier ones--including this Sims vid below.

Oh well, at least the audio is good.  Happy summer!

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  It's hot now, so I'm thinking tropical: Daniela Mercury.

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  I'm feeling a little messed up today, so especially for Josh, here's The Avalanches.

And here's Глюкоза.

It's Friday . . .

From the messed up political mind of Rx2008.

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  The Real Tuesday Weld.

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  But you work all day and still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat.

Someone better get us out of this!

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  Regarding the Democrats, as Jesse Jackson could have said, we need reconciliation, not silly recreation.

And since it's almost Mother's Day and we're playing Tom Leher, this is essential.

It's Friday . . .

. . . and the streets are ours.  I've been blue lately, so I thought a little Paul Simon would cheer me up.  This one used to delight my sons when they were toddlers--and the memory of that still delights me.

And I find it almost impossible not to sing along with this one.

Paul Simon is a great American.