It’s a video.
A little night music.
Making cool stuff.
Boldly going where several songs have gone before.
It’s almost always good to be surprised.
“Initially the Muse of Singing, she then became the Muse of Tragedy.”
Bum, bum, Bum, bum, Bum, bum, Bum, bum
Chilling with our cousins on a hot Friday evening.
You probably remember the OK Go video that fearless leader Tod posted a while back, the one for their song “This Too Shall Pass,” which featured an outrageous Rube Goldberg machine: Now they have one with fun optical illusions, for their song “The Writing’s On the Wall”: You know, I had to watch that a…
The internet is full of stuff I’ll never find.
Yield to pedestrians!
Songs about drinkin’.
Whole numbers tend to come from cold tundras, But its no wonder, a sweat box when arose summer.
Twitter gives me new music.
Woody’s words, other people’s music.
An odd pairing.
Future, B.o.B., Bun B, and ScHoolboy Q put rock to shame.
Feelin’ homesick on a Friday. With videos.
Ice JJ Fish is completely serious!
A joke to make you cry.
Lost summers of my youth, I spent them all with you.
A party, with dancing.
The roads you’re going to find.
Odd-balling it with fit genes, whipped for ice cream.
Twenty four minutes of pure, unadulterated awesomeness.
Let’s just put everyone we know in the video!
We’re all basically alone.
Sharpened teeth that dive deep into veins.
Scarecrow and a yellow moon, and pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town.
Legs like little splinters.