Lent? It's all been SPENT!

Remember when I told you my likes & dislikes change like Michigan weather? Well Vampire Weekend have moved to the back burner. Now it's

THE TEENAGERS

who by the by are obviously by nature of their name NOT teenagers although they'd probably like you to think so. They hail from Paris, and their very droll vocals which sound simultaneously of French and/or German origin are set to an electro-eurobeat (natch). They make all these ... teenage references, or more accurately what they think teenagers say & think. For example (paraphrasing of course):

"What if Shannon Doherty stayed in 90210 & never met Alyssa Milano? If Ben Affleck didn't make movies would it be a better world? Seriously, you've watched 'Showgirls', like, 15 times. Are you really going to eat that pepperoni pizza? It looks so greasy. If you need a friend or someone to talk to, who cares, just buy our t-shirts and talk about us everywhere."

See? LOL!!! No, it's MORE than LOL - it's HYUK!

HYUK! HYUK! HYUK!

Let's see what next week brings. I've yet to absorb The Wombats, & I'm about to check out Lightspeed Champion.

So anyway, I spent a lot of time looking for the best live cam for Mardi Gras. It was depressing. It was all frat boys. All baseball caps askew & baggy cargo shorts at not-full mast. Like watching MTV Spring Break. I really think a truly diversified Mardi Gras is a thing of the past, now that younger folks have disposable cash. Or at least credit cards. New Orleans before lent is the new...what, Daytona?

Mardi Gras is probably like a lot of things - the best ones are in the past or formulated in your mind and have no relation to reality, just like Christmas and Las Vegas and The Teenagers idealized audience. F'rinstance, the Mardi Gras that lives in my head is drenched in voodoo & it's very edgy, with every open window & door oozing with the sounds of Professor Longhair, Ernie K-Doe, Chris Kenner, Earl King and Fats Domino. And half the people play squeezeboxes & speak french. Beignets, gumbo, king cakes & muffaletta sammiches for everyone!

That ain't real. But the food is probably available. But one can always dream.

Just like when I sit and dream of a nation united in Peace, like I hope to the highest heaven (?!) that whichever one gets the nod, Hilly or Rocky, that they pick the other one for a running mate, That would be the ultimate one-two punch. But no actual punching would take place. Maybe they could initiate PARTY GRAS somewhere in NOT New Orleans and that would draw all the youngsters out there wherever it is, and Mardi Gras would be restored to it's original grimy luster replete with Mama Roux, Marie Leveau, Goofy Dust and Gris-Gris.

Bon Temps Roulez, anyone?