Bees in a hive

This entry will eventually make sense, so stay with me:

I follow a woman on Twitter named Jelisa Castrodale who goes by the handle gordonshumway, and yesterday I had a good half-hour giggle over this update:

What am I supposed to call it? Has someone come up with a replacement word for it? Because I was going to begin this post by saying that one of the recent albums I bought… and then I remembered her update and got all self-conscious and was all, when kids see me do they go home and have nightmares about zombies? Because I guess I’m old and senile in the sense that I still buy whole albums and not just individual songs. It’s a habit I cannot break, maybe because some bands used to write songs with the theme and dialogue of the whole album in mind? And I’m trying to honor that artistry? Or am I just an asshole?

WHAT DO I CALL IT NOW? The whole collection of downloadable MP3s? Who has the attention span for that? HOW MANY QUESTION MARKS CAN I FIT IN ONE BLOG POST?

God. Whatever. I bought the new Grizzly Bear album Veckatimest, and it is incredible, in particular a song called “Two Weeks” that caused Leta to run into the room when I was playing it for the first time and say, “I believe this is a song we could dance to in the kitchen.” I think that’s the new thumbs up or five-star review, kids. You cannot get a better endorsement than that.

And then yesterday a reader named Alissa sent me a link to this fan video of that exact song, and upon watching it my jaw fell off my face and bounced on the floor. Note: I said fan video. This is not the official video, but something someone made in his spare time out of the love of what he does. I don’t know much about this guy, his name is Gabe Askew, but I hope whoever employs him pays him a lot of money.

Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew.

How unbelievable and beautiful is that? Leta heard me watching it on my laptop, came running over, and then we watched it about fifteen times in a row. All of this is to say THE INTERNET IS SO AWESOME. Case in point: the White House corresponded with my husband.