"Take a Sad Song"

R2: "Death, among other things, results in lack of production of sperm. Or ova, depending on gender."

Now what logic in the world can possibly counteract that?

If you have me on Facebook, you would know by now that I've been OD-ing on the song Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie. And if you're not on my Facebook, well you know now.
It's a depressing song. Morbid. Cold stone heart-types and everything.
Aha ki anondo.
Oh, and Venerable Senior Didi and Grand Poobah of All Things Unnecessary 's latest post made me think. If I was ever in a band, I think I'd want to make intimate music. The kind that exists in that airspace between your headphones and your eardrum when you curl up under a quilt trying to forget your day. I'd want my music to be what your subconscious sounds like, so that you'd be completely creeped out, in awe of of me. Oh, and I'd want to be part of a band. With one very unusual instrument. Like the kazoo, or a didgeridoo, or a shamisen.

And when we travel on tours, we shall tour to places that generally don't have shows. Like Calcutta. And we shall not tour in places which already have concerts. Like ANYWHERE IN AMERICA. Fack you betchez.

Also, we shall never contribute to the soundtrack of any of the Twilight series.

So basically we shall be rather cool.