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Noah and the Whale :: Happy summer fun time pop w00t w00t


Dakin is going to hate me for this. He's hunkered down to endure the dark and cold of a Northwest winter with Califone and The Dirty Three, but I can't help it. It's almost summertime here (New Zealand), which means upbeat music. The kind of fun time pop tunes that are like crack cocaine to my ears: The Shins, Vampire Weekend, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah--Oh man, that's the good stuff. And then I happen upon this video while perusing one my favourite design blogs (swissmiss). I don't know if Noah and the Whale is a band, or if it is just the name of a song. While I understand it would take me all of two minutes to Google them and find out, I'm happier not knowing right now. Because it's summertime, you see, and I don't have time for facts. For god's sake there's a woman outside my window in a bikini--truth and details can wait!


A few years ago I would have been embarrassed at my ignorance of such a fun band, but this is 2007, and--let's face it--there are probably more bands in the world than there are people. Impossible, you say? Look at it this way: everybody has a band (seriously. Everybody. Even me. My band is called The Literal Ponies. Dakin plays banjo. Just don't look for an album release any time soon). And everybody in a band has a side project, which is usually another band, so same rules apply again. You see? Suddenly the number of bands on the planet has grown exponentially, and Bob Geldof is organising a live aid concert to benefit the ever-growing mass of bands and their sides. Which means Will Oldham and Jason Molina are getting a lot of screen time.


So Noah and the Whale: don't know who they are; can't stop watching this video. After all, it's summer time in the southern hemisphere. Sun, sun, sun!

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