Shaking on 145th St.
Kids love the internet. It's true. There are more 15 year olds on Friendster and Myspace than there are people in China (that's a real statistic I just made up). One upshot to them being glued to their broadband connections is that they find things online. Good things, bad things, funny things, gross things. Things.
One such wünderkind has shot the moon in unearthing kindermusik online and elsewhere thus far - a former student of mine who was single-handedly responsible for beginning the whole Hysterics craziness (by including a demo of Oliver's on a mix CD), she's now pointed me a few hundred blocks north, to the Harlem Shakes.
I know nothing about this band, and their website is pure chaos stamped in code, however this song has been in heavy rotation on the morning commute recently. It's got a pure pop pedigree, with cute keys that remind me of the reasons I loved the Flaming Lips so dearly back when, vocals that make me want to dig up the Subjects album again, and many other points that send me running for my CDs. In short, it's reminded me how wonderful a pop song can be.
Cold March getting you down? Try this song. Perhaps you'll go from the shivers to the shakes (isn't that a lyric? Interpol maybe? Killers?).