22 September 2006
6 it's a man man!
in their tennis whites and war paint, man man pretty much rock rocked our world. we love loved them. look how cute cute they are. big big yay.
but to dwell on the bad bad for a moment: while man man rock rocked, make believe decidedly did not rock rock.
(clark binga binga, think: flux, jimmy, sweatpants, "magdelena." horror!)
the only make believe lyric i could discern was i want to make the bed with you in it. i laughed so hard and tried so hard not to laugh harder that for a split second i thought might throw up.
there's nothing quite so wretched as watching uncomfortable people sing. they need to be confident and they need to rock. this dude either had the plague or was on a really bad trip. when his opening move was to wipe snot on his sleeve and pull up his pants, it was pretty obvious we were doomed.
but maybe he could have redeemed himself were it not for the dancing. o the dancing. like watching someone trying to seduce and initiate painfully awkward sex with their imaginary friend. in other words, very very bad bad.