You know, I really like the Arcade Fire, but I never wanted to do a post about them. I mean, what could I say that hasn’t already been said by every other hipster zine and music nerd? I would probably bungle whatever it was I was trying to say and it would end up being something horrible and awkward like, “Come to my town, me love you long time.â€
No, that would hardly do this band’s power and prowess any justice. Besides, that’s just weird. Maybe if I asked in French, “Venez à ma ville, désirent ardemment je t'aime le temps?†Is that even the correct translation? I hope it doesn’t get twisted into some horrible insult. Well, at least no more twisted then the English version.
God, what am I doing? Now you can see why I never wanted to do a post on the Arcade Fire.
Stuff to Sample: Arcade Fire on BBC's Radio 1. "Neighborhood #2 (Laika)" and "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)/Rebellion (Lies)"
I know what you mean. How can you write about the Arcade Fire? They're so great. And my girlfriend and I met them and have a signed poster (by all six of them baby) just waiting to be framed so we can look at it everyday and think: "Geez, that was kind of like meeting St. Thomas Aquinas, Socrates, and Jesus Christ all rolled into one. But sweatier, smokier, and certainly more dirty." Detroit is dirty. But if Detroit can bring on the pain and get me some more Arcade Fire, I will totally give it a kiss. I'll go downtown and pass out change to every bum in a one-mile radius of the Magic Stick. That's a lot of bums.
One time I wrote the Arcade Fire an e-mail that should have said: "When are you chinstraps getting more t-shirts?" But it came out more like: "My life was incomplete before Funeral came out, I'm suffering from scabies and the only thing that will rid my torso of these carniverous parasites is a quality Arcade Fire garment. Marry me."
I should never be allowed into Canada.
Je voudrais aller a Montreal. Est-ce que vous voulez venir avec moi?
[1] No, I don't want to go to Montreal with you. They can't even support a baseball team. And if they can't support something as all American as baseball, well, then they might as well be French.