Aaron got the new Goldfrapp album last week and it's been in my car ever since. What's a Goldfrapp? Is it a Goldschlager Frappucino at Starbucks? No, silly, that's what it is in my imaginary world. In reality, it's Alison Goldfrapp and her magical mix of dance-y technopop. I don't care what Pitchfork says, because I can never understand their reviews. By the by, what does "strangely stripped of the functionalism" even mean? (Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question.) All I know is that I want to ride the white horse because it reminds me of that song, "If you want to ride, ride the white pony. If you want to be rich, you've got to be a bitch". Does anyone remember that song? The bottom line is that the Supernature album makes me chair dance when I'm driving so that I look like a huge dork like Will Ferrell's character in "Night at the Roxbury". So, thanks Alison Goldfrapp for making me look like a douchebag in my car. Now, why don't you be a good helper monkey and run out and make me a Goldschlager Frappucino. With whip.
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