The thing about that Owl City motherfucker is that he’s just like Paranormal Activity.
Whereas most naysayers bemoan some flawed authenticity, I’m 100% on board: I completely buy that Adam Young twinkles away on his SPD in a Minnesotan bedroom, yearning for a thousand hugs from a thousand lightning bugs between juice time and extended 4Him listening breaks, the same way I completely buy that some nothin’ muffin student and her day trader boyfriend living in a nouveau riche San Diegan tract house decorated with guitars they probably don’t even know how to play would be made all pitiful and bitchy by the presence of a ghost.
My distaste isn’t rooted in image. The problem is that none of these people are the type I would want to spend any prolonged period of time with. In Micah and Katie’s case, that’s about an hour and a half. In Owl City’s case, that’s about three minutes.
And your haircut game is fucked up.
What’s it called when someone’s from one coast, but the other guy’s from the middle of the country? Not bi-coastal… whatever. am.fm.pm’s dear friends the White Panda rep LA and Chicago. They also rep a little track this morning bound to make even the most twee amongst us quit chasing fireflies in favor of Chevys with butterfly doors.
Ugh, writing that made me remember he pronounces it “Mee-kah”. (WE BACK.)