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Friday, August 21   >>

IF YOU THINK THIS IS LAME, IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON (PHIL COLLINS FAVORITE COMING UP)



I love the guitarist at 2:27. He's, like, "Fuck you, I'm good. Back off. I'm new wave cool."

These musicians are just ...so ridiculously good. It reminds me of Toto. Toto, if you hadn't known, are even more mindblowing:



Riff tastic, right? RIGHT? Steve Lukather FTW.

Worth bragging about online: Getting tickets to see Hall and mothafuckin' OATES. If I hadn't seen The Bird and The Bee cover "I Can't Go For That" some months back, I would have not downloaded Hall and Oates' discography nor bumped them in my (once owned, now STOLEN) vehicle nor even be excited to watch these guys live. John Oates doesn't have a 'stache anymore, which is kind of sad, but I can deal with as long as they play Sara Smile. Sara Smile, in recent months, has become one of my all-time favorite songs. So. Good.



How Daryl Hall can be more black than some black people is not worth thinking about. It just is.

There's no better way to end your week than with Hall and mothafuckin' OATES. (Please, emphasize "Oates" when mentioning said band.)

Oh, by the way, the background harmonies on Sara Smile reminds me of an artist I'm going to profile in a couple weeks: Mayer Hawthorne. This guy's going to be ha-uuuuuuge in soul and indie pop circles. PEACE, MOTHAFUCKIN' SARA SMILERS!!!