Familjen - “Det snurrar i min skalle”
A jam (and video) for the ages.
The people look like they are making the sounds of the instruments
So after looking through some more tweets (including one from Miley Cyrus in response to Perez’s tweet about getting beat up that says “you are kidding right??? omgosh!”) and I found this video. It’s 11 min and some change and I watched about 30 seconds. It’s just weird.
I really like the ending. And I love that this whole thing was born on Twitter. AND that you can just go back and look at all the tweets about it on Perez’s Twitter.
This has everything to do with my previous post. As a student who still relies on his parent’s money for rent and food and pretty much everything, I don’t have much room to speak against the kids mentioned in this article.
HOWEVER, these kids are out of their schools (which were probably just mirror images of Whitman located somewhere else in the country) and have since been ruining everything that has to do with popular culture. Williamsburg has become a hive that is bursting with the insects some call hipsters, I like to call them the “Murderers of Genuine Appreciation”.
Just as “art” itself is experiencing a new transformation that will hopefully bring it further in the realities of ALL people instead of groups of few here and there, these fuckers are getting a reality check of their own. Too bad it had to come with a recession, but perhaps we needed it.
After having a conversation with my housemate about being a hipster, I found this article.
If we used to be concerned with individualization and separation, the new mode is a concern for unity and cohesion, an art that is globally connected.
Carly and I talked about how, now, people are beginning like things because they are good, not because they are unknown or “cool”. Irony is now useless.
My brother insists that I am a hipster every time he sees me these days. He says it’s just because of the way that I dress and I have to insist that dressing like a hipster doesn’t mean being one. And I don’t even really dress like one. I don’t even like hipsters.
In fact I hate hipsters. I hate that they hate everything that anyone likes and they even hate each other to an astounding degree just because their love for themselves doesn’t leave any room to love anything else except for some EP no one has heard that they bought on the street from a homeless and as yet undiscovered musician or a one-of-a-kind leather jacket or some fucking random Japanese movie.
I love a lot of things that other people love and am not afraid to say it. One of these things is PBR. Yeah, fuck you. It’s delicious.
Reasons this is dope:
He seemingly dances to the whole song.
The remix is pretty dope.
Common’s house is pretty modest. Like his old GAP ads…
I like the idea that Common tries out new remixes of his music by dancing to them alone in his kitchen.
