Though it's widely understood that SNL is now a decrepit, limping shadow of its former glory, I offer these two videos—one of which is really, genuinely funny, the other of which made me understand what anyone ever saw in Julian Casablancas—as proof that while Andy Samberg is around, they still have a fighting chance.
Today's Headphone Fodder:
This was a free download on iTunes forever & a day ago, which I would play on repeat for hours— between re-re-watchings of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert & copious cherry Jello cups stacked into castles while shirking "family time" in New Jersey. Now, New Jersey has come to us for this weekend's festivities (a wedding—high heels, garnished olives in bowls) & though the desire to escape hasn't quite hit yet, that doesn't mean this song has lost its healing properties—curled in a ball in bed, watching a moth beat senselessly against my window. Simple, short; shoulders clench & swell. Perfect.
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