Valentine’s Day. Eh.
When I was a kid my dad would buy treats for all of us for Valentine’s Day, so I was WHOO! VALENTINE’S DAY.
Then I got older and hated everything, so VALENTINE’S DAY, BOO!
Then I got even older and skeptical of corporate interest and manufactured holidays, so Valentine’s Day, how gauche.
Then I got older still and said, yeah, it’s manufactured and commercial, but if it gets you chocolate and kisses, well, what the hell, have at it. And if not, eh.
Anyway, a coupla’ vids for whatever mood you’re in:
Oh, Billy. . .
Gotta love the fish-sticks.
I don’t know if they were a one-hit wonder or not, but this is a fine pop song—although I wonder how many might not know what a “cassette tape” is.
The desperation in this song is so. . . fetching.
Because if I ever think love might even be possible for me, this might be a nice way to experience it.
Kisses to all.
AbsurdBeats 