Since I can feel in my bones that much herein will comprise confused alarms of struggle and flight /where ignorant armies clash by night, I wanted to introduce this site on an uplifting note before letting it plummet of its own weight into the Slough of Despond through which I spend my waking days wading, afterwards to fall into a demon-haunted, nightmare ridden sleep–if you can even call it that. So, on a happy note: The Pipettes.
The clip, start to finish, is an artfully done parody of a scene in Russ Meyer’s Beneath the Valley of the Dolls–have a look (btw, the trailer for BtVotD is a work of art in its own right, but it’s decidely NSFW). There’s a bunch of live performances on YouTube, ranging from acoustic to gritty in-store gigs to grand halls and slick sets. A pleasant and educational way to while away a Friday night. Unless, like, you have friends, and places to hang out, a social network that extends beyond whoever else is adding some irate comment to the 430 or so already on politiciblog or something.
