Will I ever be something with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?(original photo: x)
With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.
Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.
I’m not entirely sure what it was that hit me, but I definitely teared up watching this. Beautiful.
Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.
Not only is this one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen all day, but it’s a must-watch for fellow karaoke lovers.
Is it too much to ask that I hope these two live happily ever after FOREVER?
This is how you do life. This is doing life right.
I’ve been waiting for an awesome live video of this song! It’s one of the most fun ones!
LADA DA DA DAAA…
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
….so that’s how you get 800k+ notes.
everyone can put aside their differences and just agree this is awesome
they need to send this to Israel and Palestine.
Sometimes I think about my non-spg followers and what they think of the things I reblog
because out of context I imagine it’d be very confusing
Because honestly if you were just watching what is posted it would go like “robots robots band band why MIMES COWBOYS PIRATES AIRPLANE BABIES robots band giraffes dorky human shenanigans WAR MACHINES that guy’s not the Matt Smith I know HORSE ADVENTURES people are fracturing instruments now are you sure this is a band are you people ok”
this is definitely why I made my side blog! XD
I think the inclusion of the orchestra is what makes this one my favourite of the new stuff. And it’s got an awesome amount of… “punchiness”. If that makes any sense at all…
i don’t get it why are these the top two comments on britney’s toxic video
fucking hell
“I’ll click this link,” I remember muttering to myself, hovering my mouse’s pointer over the hyperlink. “And then I’ll go to bed. It’s not going to be anything worth watching, anyways.”
I have never been quite so pleased to be wrong. The link was to a youtube video, predictably, but the video itself was quite strange to be shared among my group of friends: a music video. Even more curious, it was a love song; that much was evident from the haunting notes that strained through my speakers, making me catch my breath, holding it close as I leaned in to study the screen. The band in the video was known as “Steam Powered Giraffe,” catchy and silly, but while this song was catchy, it was anything but silly. It was a very sorrowful, melancholy love song, about falling in love and being let go, but that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing about it.
This song, “Honeybee,” was sung by robots.
Obviously they were not truly robots, merely incredibly talented actors, but that was part of the charm. The first time I watched the video, I was convinced that it had to be CGI, some form of animation trickery; there was no way that this perfect combination of blue sky and rocky cliff, of jerky copper automaton, smooth, deep-voiced silver android, and bouncy-curled gold robot was something that was real. It wasn’t possible. The music certainly had to be performed by a band, and they did this amazing routine for one video. But as I watched the video again, and then watched more and more of the content put up by Steam Powered Giraffe on youtube, I realized, again, that I was wrong. This band was, in fact, always dressed as victorian-era robots, and performed as such, down to self-made hisses and clicks of catching gears and venting steam and the wobbles and jerks in their motions that come with being (as their characters were) 107-year-old robots in dubious repair. And I was enchanted. This was the kind of inspiration I, a lost high-school graduate with a love of robots and performance makeup and theatre and drawing, needed. I went to sleep that night with the bassline of a song about voodoo swirling in the dregs of my mind, and an itching in my palms, a desire to, for the first time, draw and write.
"Excerpt from my essay; I will publish the whole thing tomorrow. (via twigwise)
