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December 31, 2006



Somewhere a mother is softly weeping "where did I go wrong?...and we paid good money for those music lessons."


M-O-G. Where do I begin? The "lip synching" along with the notes, the facial expressions, the "dancing" that looks like something you'd do when you have to pee... that's CLASSIC. Kudos on this discovery. I will remember it (horrifyingly) forever.


Just... wrong.


The filming of unscripted facial tics and lipsynching to wordless music are a couple of cornerstones of great video making. And this has that and much, much more. People, this is poetry. Wordless, keytarded poetry.

P.S. I want that mesh dress. My birthday is Jan. 31.

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