There’s a possibility I wouldn’t like these guys if I knew more about them, so I refuse to know anything more.
The number of things that please me about this video slightly outweighs the number of things that disturb me:
+ the fantasy is that some guys who happened to be driving around with their instruments in their trunks converged on a friend’s uncle’s backyard and decided it was time to jam on a nice Heads song.
+ the accordion player
+ the cellist
+ the accordion player and the cellist missed the cuffed blue jeans memo
+ it is about to rain heavily, but hasn’t yet
+ the dilapidated pile of what could’ve been fireplace logs once upon a time
– that moustache
– those cuffed blue jeans
– the professional photographers in the background squatting and craning
– the drummer/singer/ultimate frisbee player reminds me of an asshole I used to know or dreamed about once. The fuck outta here with the chinese pictograph tattoo on your forearm
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