Monthly Archives: June 2008

Top three things I love about Captain and Tennille:

1. They put bulldogs on all of their album covers
2. Tennille's haricut looks uncannily like my boss's
3. They kick ass in overalls and capitan hats

While I know you will not bother to watch all or any of these videos, I still think they are of note, simply for the fact that a woman like Tennille existed and lip synced so expertly and exuberantly.

This one, which you will recognize as one of the greatest 70s anthems of our time, is a crowd favorite due to Captain's outlandish/wily synthesizer magic. Take a gander:

This next one, innuendo-ly entitled "Muskrat Love" speaks for itself. You only have to watch the first 10 seconds to know that here is a band that loves life/crack cocaine and muppets. But please, for your salvation and personal hygiene, watch this video if not the others because there may or may not be floating muskrats...and they may or may not playfully prance on Captain's synthesizer as he tickles the keys in a haphazard fashion.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, here is a clip of Tennille and the one and only Johnny Sweet Baby Travolta singing a duet of "Don't Go Breaking my Heart." J-Travolta is dreamy and leaves me pining for a life in the drug-induced seventies. How did I miss out on this? And can I bring this back?

God bless you Captain and Tennille.

In a mere two days, I will not only be finished dogsitting, but I will also have in my possession the new Tilly and the Wall album. After a long and horrendously unpleasant two years, the band-love of my life will finally appease my tap rock cravings and, consequently, succor the angst welling up in my body about spending a week alone with a chi-ha-ha. Yes, they are my most beloved band in addition to Rilo Kiley, and I may or may not be willing to sell my kidney and limb of their choice to meet them someday.

If you are not accquainted with Tilly and the Wall, then a--I am legitimately sorry, and b--get ready to live. Below you will find their "Rainbows in the Dark" music video. Yes, that is a tap dancer. Her name is Jamie, and she may or may not smell like cinammon. Originating in Omaha Nebraska, Tilly and the Wall are part of Conor Oberst's Team Love records, and although they are sans drummer, the tapping/stomping/clapping/tasteful f words are enough to force you to reevaluate your life in the most pleasant of ways.

So, if you have not heard them, then listen, or I will cut you. And as if a new album wasn't tremendous enough, they are coming to sweet baby SLC on July 2, and you better believe Mitchell and I will be attending. My panties will definitely be thrown on stage.

PS--Just found out their new video, "Pot Kettle Black" is up on Stereogum. Check it ooooooout It's hot shiz. Also, they will be performing the ABCs on Sesame Street this fall. Woah kids...get ready to live part two.

Today, I woke up to the smell of burning embers in my mind as I recalled a quote from a dear, dear movie of mine: Waiting for Guffman. Do yourself a favor and watch it. And then perhaps give yourself a pat on the back for having partaken in a piece of film masterpiecery.

I also have a dentist appointment today, much to the chagrin of my nubile gums. I can count on being chastised and harrangued--possibly accosted--by a disgruntled hygienist about the lack of flossing. They will also tell me that I've misused "nubile" at which point I will tell them that hey, my gums could certainly be considered as "sexually attractive, and of marriageable condition or age." If they do not make this up to me with a free toothbrush and strawberry fluoride, then I will have no part in their dental tomfoolery, and I'll be damned if I sit back and let myself be lectured by a pervert. Thank you Peter Griffin.