Zach Galifianakis made me laugh so hard at a show many years ago in Aspen that other people in the audience turned to give me the, “It wasn’t that funny” glare.
And here’s another example of why he’s one of my favorites. Watch this video for Fiona Apple’s “Not About Love.” (The look he gives her after the lyric “Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood” is the best.)
Song: “This Year”
I heard this song last night, thanks to attending this. I want 826LA to get an East Side location because I have the yearning desire to help coupled with a pathetic malaise that makes me unable to drive all the way to Venice. It also keeps me from visiting the beach, which is one of my favorite things in the world, so really, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
The point is this:
Song: “O Sailor”
Happy Fiona week, everybody.
Song: “I Know”
Oh, Fiona. You tragic, tiny, crazy-ass, beautiful girl. I downloaded your new album months ago, willing to go into that whole “Free Fiona” mess because I had to hear your bondaged work. And when it was, ultimately, disappointing — all plinky and boopy, suspiciously sounding like Jon Brion fed it through the Jon Brion 2000 Generator — I tried to imagine what kind of music I’d make once I survived the one-two punch of PT Anderson and David Blaine. I sympathized. I made excuses. I sang along. “Not About Love” is a beautiful song.