The worst part, aside from the burning eyes, nearly falling asleep while driving, having to focus with all of my energy just to type up a lesson plan at work and waking up at 3am, is that during the wee wee hours I have ample time to get songs stuck in my head that I would not normally even consider listening to.
I am not going to blame insomnia for ALL of my shameful pop music guilty pleasures, Kylie, that one song by Kelly Clarkson, Rhianna, but The Ting Tings definitely spring from that sleepless well.
I remember being at a coffee shop with my girl and hearing That's Not My Name being played over the house speakers. I said to Vanessa, "People actually listen to this crap? It's horrible. The girl can't even sing! I can't believe this is what passes for good music now," or some other music nazi-ish thing like that. This morning I found myself thinking about how snottily punkish that girl's singing is, or in the bridge how great the band sounds when the girl is singing the pretty back-up vocals and spitting out "That's not my name, that's not my name!" over top of it.
It's a kick-ass song, and the rest of the album is really great too.
I need some sleep, surely, but I think The Ting Tings are my new favorite why-not-go-ahead-and -dig-them band.
Oh, and I got that sweet comic from http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/
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