Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Telly Which Isn’t All Evil :: That’s Not My Name

I’ve just fallen head over heels in love with a song and I want nothing more than to share it with you like an insidious if garishly ostranenic viral marketeer. Eat my sentence.

So I was watching last week’s Jonathan Ross on television, diligently utilising the frankly futuristic ‘watch last week’s television’ function, and I was ecstatically drawn in. I kind of want to be Robert Downey Jr, which is maybe a bit odd, and Michael Aspel was nothing less than adorable, playing a kind of Green Room sleeping bag, all fusty and sweetly grateful to be unpacked for one last roll in the heyday of prime time. Gwyneth Paltrow was wholesome and charming and a good foil for Ross’s outrageousness. He really is a one, and I do admire his inappropriateness. Telling Paltrow that with his wife’s permission, he would fuck her, takes a special kind of confidence. But I don’t want to be Jonathan Ross. He can be quite annoying. I want to be Robert Downey Jr.

So anyway, there I was all caught up in the well-crafted PR drama of it all, when Gwynnie was packed off with her Guinness (kerching!) and it was time for Music For Young People to play out the show. So naturally I turned down the TV and carried on reading about Wing Chun Kung Fu (which Robert does). (And is brilliant at.) Then I realised I was being slowly hypnotised by the music. I watched for a while, and then I turned up the volume. Then I rewound it and watched it three times from the beginning. What it was, was, I fell in love with it. That’s what it was.

A couple of times, it actually made me cry. It was glorious. It also made me wonder if maybe there was something somehow somewhere wrong, or a little peculiar in that. I decided that no, there wasn’t, and that I was merely massively moved by the music, by the mesmerising passion of the performance, and maybe also by the clump of hash that Keith left behind last night.

Whatever. Here it is on the life-changingly brilliant YouTube (kerching!):



Actually, I can see how some might find it rather annoying and that over time – maybe not even that much time – it could become every bit as annoying as Oh Shitting Mickey. But for the moment I – as they say – am all over it.

It does however, pale into insignificance, next to this.



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18 comments:

Penelope said...

I watched said episode of JR and saw this band. I was a bit gobsmacked the first time in a "WTF" sort of way, but having heard it again on BBC 6 (plays all day in my office), it's growing on me :o)

pinkjellybaby said...

I really like the Ting Tings and i slightly fancy the girl...

dan said...

Oh No! RickRolled! Ting ting ting and thanks for the add!

Clare Sudbery said...

Haha, as I was reading this, I was also having a conversation with myself. Indeed, playing it back, I never realised how complex a thought one could have whilst simultaneously reading a paragraph or two. I could even measure how many words' worth of yours were streaming through my eyes whilst I was having the following thought, because I know when the thought started (when you said you were excited by live music you saw on JR) and when it finished (when you mentioned the lump of hash). Here was my thought:

"Oh yes, I've done that a few times, got all excited by some live act on some chat show or other [the last time was The Gossip, which may also have been on J Ross, I'm not sure], but it's always been on a Friday night when I was stoned. I expect I might not have been quite as impressed if I hadn;t been stoned. I wonder if I'd be a more receptive audience to these links he's provided if I were stoned right now? I haven't done that for ages. Even though I'm sure the odd spiff won't harm the foetus in my middle, somehow I haven't wanted to do it since pregnant. I expect I'll do it real soon after baby is born though. I wonder how soon? Well anyway, that's something to look forward to... oh! He was smoking dope too!"

So. There you go.

Clare Sudbery said...

I've watched the video now. You're right. Tis good. I do love a good climax.

suburbanhen said...

You bastard! I've come this far only to be rickrolled by you!

Arrrrgh. No love for you today.

Scott Pack said...

Ahh, I thought they were pretty good but my other half absolutely loved it.

Carolina said...

A well needed laugh to be Rickrolled. . . the pants pulled to his nipples, the wiggly dancing, the bartender's fabulous moves. Brilliant! As for Ting Ting's, its got that heavy drum line that seeps in and won't let go even if you want it to.

Tyler Massey said...

They call me Hell.

Edward said...

The Ting Tings? Nah.

Hendo said...

Reminded me of:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XR4YH1N04pc
Because I am OLD.

La Bête said...

Hey Suds, I like it tonight too, and I haven't touched a drop!

Hen, eat my roll.

And at last, I've just remembered what it keeps reminding me of too: this. It's just an upward lilt they have in common as far as I can see, but it gets me every time. Anyone?

Adam said...

That song is probably one of my favourite of all times.

I'm going to put it on now.

La Bête said...

Which one? Tequila or That's Not My Name?

Clare Sudbery said...

I love that Tequila song too.

I wish I knew what rickrolling was though.

Clare Sudbery said...

Aha, now I know what rickrolling is, and can stop worrying about your terrible taste in music.

La Bête said...

Heh. It's silly, isn't it? There's a very funny (and slightly saucy) parody here.

tea-cantata said...

I just willingly let myself get rickrolled. Hah. Oh, and you can dance a cha [1] to "That's not my name".

[1] I have a habit of identifying songs by ballroom-dance type, probably because ballroom dancing is so much easier than making it up on the spot.