Imma Blue Period Picasso
I do not know how to whistle. I cannot seem to produce a hissing sound like a bird’s din. When I manage to do one, it would only last for less than five seconds. And I’d be catching my hoarse little breath. Am I normal? Now, remember the phenomenal Young Folks of Peter, Bjorn and John? Watch the video and tell me if it creeps you out!
And so I’ve thought it over: My ultimate superficial ambition is to perform the introductory whistles in this song. Toot toroot toot toot toot toot tooroot, toot toroot toroot toroot… The video: Don’t you find it a little bothering, the teeth and mouths?! Their inharmonious closing and opening?! Eek. The music is lovely but the visuals just give me paroxysms!
I’m a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall
In a middle of a hall in Barcelona
Trying to figure out how to get down
Because this solitude is bringing me down
The painting’s surround me,
They don’t understand me
I’m too early
Anyway, I have to yet publish them as one of my favorite foreign bands (they’re friggin Swedish!)… With their yet garrulous lyrics and John Lennonesque crooning, they are an easy favorite. In fact, I wrote a brief review on their fifth album, Living Thing in Top Gear‘s July issue.
As for my Living Thing fave, I have to pick Blue Period Picasso, It Don’t Move Me and Last Night.