Song of the Day: "One Foot in Front of the Other"

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It's not only guys who get pressed into moving furniture, but it's mainly guys. I know I'm a wonder at packing up china and stuff, gossiping all the while, but when it comes to lifting and angling couches and hutches and TVs, I fade into the background like Homer Simpson--you know the meme, where he disappears into the hedge!

Anyhow, next time your buddy guilts you into helping him move house, I dare you to set the tone by playing this song, off the soundtrack of "Revenge of the Nerds." If motivation is slow to come, you can put it on repeat. The internet tells me it's by a getup called Bone Symphony.

I give you the 1984 soundtrack earworm, "One Foot in Front of the Other."

--Sarah Torribio

Epigram of the Day: Lost in translation (with audio)

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Song of the Day: "Sway" by Bic Runga

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Who remembers this adorable one-hit wonder? Wikipedia tells me Bic Runga, who climbed charts in 1999 with her indie-pop hit "Sway," is a highly-awarded singer/songwriter from New Zealand  This, my song of the day, made it onto the "American Pie" soundtrack. 

It was the era, long about 2000 to 2010, where many movies--even some forgettable ones--had lots of hits randomly pressed into them. There are also a couple winners on the soundtrack of "Loser," a 2000 rom com meant to serve as a vehicle for newly-hot "American Pie" actors Jason Biggs and Mena Suvari. These include the dance-floor earworm "Blue" by Euro-pop group Eiffel 65 as well as Wheatus' endearing "Teenage Dirtbag."

--Sarah Torribio 

Song of the Day: "Summer Never Dies" by the Foxies

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This song needed to happen. My song of the day, "Summer Never Dies" by the Foxies, is buoyant indie pop rock warbled by a woman with confidence and cotton candy hair. Lead singer Julia Bullock's voice, hiccup-y and cute as a half-shirt, bears a resemblance to that of  Gwen Stefani, but still feels fresh and effervescent as a can of 7-Up.

--Sarah Torribio

Song of the Day: "Plastic Door" by Kenny Hoopla

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I just found about this guy KennyHoopla and I am so into him. What a mood!

It's funny. I constantly complain to myself (in my mind) about how difficult my life is. We're talking about bemoaning taking out the trash and stuff. What can I say? I whine, therefore I am.

However, there is a saving grace to my mopery. It's that life is interesting. Take people, like you. I never know what they're going to say. We all think so differently. I bet you're smarter than me in a dozen ways.

And then there's music. There's so much of it right now and so much of it is good. There are potentially a thousand songs out there to which I will learn the lyrics.

This particular song is of the dark-tinged alt-rock ilk. I like the guy's delivery, which is a combination of Kid Cudi and Bloc Party's Kele Okereke. Actually, the latter band has collaborated with Kenny Hoopla, according to the internet.

And then there's that hollow, echoey, lonely guitar.

--Sarah Torribio

Song of the Day: "Our Lips Are Sealed" by the Go-Go's

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This country needs the kind of healing that can only be provided by the Go-Go's. My song of the day is their 1981 hit "Our Lips Are Sealed" off the Beauty and the Beat album. 

--Sarah Torribio

Song of the Day: "So Sympatico" by Villagers

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My song of the Day is "So Sympatico" by Villagers. Wikipedia tells me Villagers "are an Irish indie folk band from Dublin, founded in 2008." You had me at Irish indie folk band. 

Anyhoo, this song, preternaturally smooth and soothing, is a quiet masterpiece and so is the accompanying video. The latter may do more to rehabilitate the image of the clown than Stephen King's "It," Ronald McDonald's soulless grin and a certain cross-dressing (think polka-dots and over-sized shoes) did to tarnish the profession. 

It reminds me of an old joke from my time in the circus. 

"What do you call a sad clown smiling?"

"A happy clown!"

--Sarah Torribio