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Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters, and teach them how to dance

Whew! Busy week. Lots going on.

Seeing Ingrid Michaelson tonight. Very excited. Well, by the time you read this, I’ll have seen her already, but since I’m TOTALLY PROACTIVE ZOMG, no, NOT the weird acne medication that’s always being promoted by “celebrities” who I think already had nice skin to begin with, I’m writing this early because there’s no way I’ll have time to write it tonight. Because I’ll be concerting. I don’t concert much. Like how I verbified that? I know, I’m pretty fast and loose, English-language-wise. Concerts aren’t usually my cup of tea, but I do make exceptions here and there. I like Ingrid Michaelson a lot.

Aw, is she not the cutest? Sure she is!

She’s got a beautiful, clear voice, she graduated from my alma mater (she started the year I graduated, I believe, so I didn’t know her, but I still appreciate that we went to the same school and have the same degree and knew some of my people and had the same professors) and her music is melancholy and soaring and sometimes gives me chills, and that’s my favorite kind of music.

She started to get famous with a song in an Old Navy commercial. Which everyone called “The Sweater Song” but it’s really called  “The Way I Am.” Here. Watch. Maybe you remember it:

When this commercial came on, I was still living with my roommate, C. I used to get SO BOPPY when this commercial came on. It made me SO HAPPY. But I’m bad at remembering things. C. is not. She is a music person. So that Christmas, she surprised me with Ingrid Michaelson’s album and said, “Look, it’s the Old Navy sweater song you like so much! Plus other songs! And she went to our college!” C.’s the best.

Our opening act is Scars on 45, and I know I’ve heard them on the radio but can’t think of what they sing. I’m sure I’ll recognize them when they start singing, though.

Aren’t we so excited about my outing? I know I am. I’ve had this ticket for months. The show’s sold out, too. I’m kind of sitting in nosebleed seats, but it’s ok. It’s not a big theater. So, they’re not really nosebleed seats, I suppose. Maybe they’re bang-your-elbow seats or something. Give-yourself-a-charlie-horse seats. Oh, and the show’s at The Egg. Here, I promised Ken once I’d show him The Egg because it’s my favorite building in the area and it’s a building filled with concrete whimsy and I know I showed it to you before but that was BEFORE I knew Ken. I know. Isn’t that sad that there was a before-Ken-time? Totally is. Here you go, Ken. I know you’ll love it, even though you’d want to climb it if you visited, and you can’t. That’s not allowed. You’d slide right off. You’d have to have grappling hooks or something, and you’d probably be arrested.

WHIMSY!!!

Fun, right? I don’t know what they were thinking, either, but it just makes me grin every time I see it. Inside it’s kind of industrial-governmental, because it is a state building, but you still know you’re inside a big squashed egg-thing. I love it so. Some architect had a sense of humor. I like that a lot.

OK, I was GOING to write you all another post talking about the concert, but then had so much fun I thought I’d combine it all into one squished-together post. Awesome, right? Sure it is.

OK, so when I showed up, there were a kabillion people there. The Egg doesn’t usually sell out. The audience was a strange mix of people in their fifties and people in their late teens/early twenties. The younger people I get, sort of. The older people were a little perplexing, because I didn’t think that either Scars on 45 or Ingrid Michaelson would have a big baby-boomer-type following. Oh, wait, maybe they’re not baby boomers. Probably baby boomers are super-old now. I guess fifty-year-olds are, what, aging hippies, or something? Cripes.

So I got there and the usher-dude insisted on telling me where my seat was. Fine, fine. He’s all, “See that woman standing down there? She’s in row J. You’re in K. So you’re one row up from her, about 2/3 of the way in.” That seemed very specific and like he knew what he was doing, right? So I followed his instructions but he was TOTALLY WRONG and I was actually on the aisle and had to make the rude little childlings sitting next to me take their rude little feet off the seats in front of them twice to get by. Why do you already have your feet up on the seats? People aren’t even seated yet. You’re going to have to move like 47 times, childlings.

Scars on 45 started, and they were absolutely adorable. They’re a British band and they had lots of energy and kicky accents. And I knew three of their songs! And the one girl in the band’s name was Amy, and she made me laugh when she was introducing the band, because she introduced herself as Amy, only with a British accent so it sounded much cooler, then said, “Or, if that’s confusing, here’s the way you Yanks would say it: AY-MEEE.” And I giggled. After they were done playing, they walked around the audience and took photos and sold albums. They were infectiously energetic. I enjoyed them a great deal.

Here’s my favorite Scars on 45 song they played last night, so you can play along at home.

“Give Me Something”:

Also, the lead singer was extremely easy on the eyes.

Yes, he’s probably about 21. But, British accent! And a musician! My Kryponite!

Then we had a long break in-between acts so Ingrid Michaelson’s people could set up, and so people could buy merchandise and pee. That meant it was “Amy plays with her phone” time. And guess what! One of my people was there!

Tim, also known as @DecisiveReflex, was AT THE CONCERT! Only he’s quite fancy, so he had superstar seats right down front. So we were tweeting each other, and I was attempting to find him with only the knowledge of his teeny tiny Twitter avatar photo. Which was fairly useless, considering I could only see the back of people’s heads that were sitting in the pit area.

BUT, he’d tweeted a photo of adorable Amy from Scars on 45 (remember the time I almost got kicked out of The Egg for attempting to take a photo of Warren from Buffy? No one seemed to be policing this rule last night. How come when I tried to produce photographic evidence of awesomeness I got cracked down upon by the propriety cops?) so I could kind of figure out where he was sitting. AND I TOTALLY FOUND HIM YO. I am the winner at stalking from a distance. I’m pretty sure that freaked him right the hell out but I was not scary about it. I mean, it’s not like I tweeted him “You look pretty I want to lick your hair” or something. I just told him I was the winner of The Egg. And I totally let him stalk me back. I told him where I was sitting and everything. Then I waved like a goober. It was a nice moment, brought to us by Twitter meeting real life. Also, he didn’t even look in the least bit murdery! Isn’t that nice? NO, I didn’t go down and see him. I know I probably should have. I’m socially awkward and I thought it would be weird and I didn’t want to bother him and he was with people. I KNOW, normal people would have gone and said hi. Sorry to disappoint you. There is nothing “normal people” about me.

Oh, wait, I made a thing so you can see the WHOLE STORY OF STALKING PEOPLE AT THE EGG. It’s totally fun! Look, I win Storify. You will love it. A whole other place for me to be awesome. Here here here, go check it out, see how much fun it is. I would love to embed it like Storify SWEARS I EASILY can, but WordPress is all “no no no you can’t embed JavaScript you asshole!” so apparently it’s not allowed, even though the Storify website clearly says I can? I have no idea, what do I look like, Nick Burns, Your Company Computer Guy?

Then it was time for Ingrid Michaelson. Who was ADORABLE, you guys. She was wacky and random and non-sequitory and has just the prettiest voice ever. However, here is how I know I am much too old to attend a concert.

The minute she came out, people started SHRIEKING. This isn’t an Aerosmith concert, for the love of Pete. She’s like a quiet singer/songwriter, mostly. With a few faster songs. Like, the shrieking was eardrum-shattering shrieking. The kind that only DOGS could hear. And people all stood up and started that insane trance-dancing that you see at Dave Matthews concerts. WHAT THE HELL. This isn’t a Dave Matthews concert. We’re not all stoned on a lawn. I AM SO EFFING OLD.

The children next to me seemed to think they were at a Lady Gaga concert. They not ONLY did that insane trance-dancing nonsense, they did it with that little-monsters-put-your-paws-up craziness that Lady Gaga followers do. You know, like claw-hands? THE WHOLE TIME. Did I miss a memo? Is Ingrid Michaelson Lady Gaga’s understudy or something?

ALL NIGHT WITH THE PAWS UP, THESE KIDS. GRR.

However, because I am a grownup, I was well-behaved, and still managed to enjoy the concert, and didn’t even yell at the little monsters next to me even once, even when they bopped me in the head when they were trance-dancing with their effing paws up. I didn’t even yell when Ingrid Michaelson covered “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You” and one of them shouted to the other, “I like this one! It sounds kind of old!” BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A COVER AND PROBABLY DON’T KNOW WHO ELVIS IS. I AM SO OLD.

Here is an Ingrid Michaelson song from last night, so you, too, can enjoy. And you will fall in love with her and want to see her, too. And you CAN! She is TOURING right now! She is awesome, you’ll love. Go, go. At one point, she made up new lyrics to “Freebird” that made one of her backup singers laugh so hard she couldn’t sing anymore.

“You and I” (I like this one because it’s just so adorable. I want a house in the south of France!):

Oh, and and AND, additional proof I am old: she sang a song and I was all, I LOVE THIS I MUST FIND IT AND OWN IT FOR MY VERY OWWWNNNN, and it’s a Rihanna cover. I AM THE OLDEST YO. (Also, why do I suddenly dig Rihanna? What the hell? This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. Why am I a secret Rihanna fan?)

“We Found Love” (from someone’s YouTube video I found online, not mine, obviously, because I FOLLOWED THE RULES OF NO RECORDING, THE EGG! GIMME A DAMN AWARD!):

Then it was getting super-duper late and I was getting tired and crotchety but she hadn’t played my favorite song of hers yet. And I was SO HOPING this wasn’t going to be an Indigo Girls concert situation where she DIDN’T play my favorite song and I would be heartbroken because it’s really, really pretty and it makes me cry, even though I knew everyone would be trance-dancing all through it because people didn’t seem to realize you don’t need to trance-dance even through the slow songs. But YAY, she played it! Even though she played it last and I was so so tired. And yeah, I might have teared up a little. I love it that much.

What, you want to hear it? You can. I’ll let you. There’s no video, but you can at least listen.

“The Chain”:

Aren’t the harmonies gorgeous? It’s even better live. Even though I’m about as cranky as anyone can possibly be today, I’m glad I stayed for it. So, so beautiful.

Then I went to the bathroom and had to listen to people complaining while I waited that “GAH! The people in back of me were SO MAD I was STANDING UP and DANCING during the SHOW! Don’t they KNOW that’s what you DO during a CONCERT? They said they couldn’t SEE! So I told them to MOVE! HA HA HA!” Stay classy, Teen Angel.

So, what did we learn about concerts today?

  • I am too old to attend concerts
  • People stand up and dance around a lot in concerts, even the kind with seats
  • Ingrid Michaelson and Scars on 45 are the awesome
  • “Paws up” transcends all performers, apparently
  • Screaming “woooo!” really loud is what you do at concerts, especially in the quiet bits
  • People still yell “Freebird!” at concerts (really? That wasn’t even funny when “Freebird” was a thing)
  • I’m super-tired today and apparently need about 76 hours of sleep a night to survive because I am a delicate flower

Happy Wednesday! I am going to dinner with a friend tonight, won’t that be fun? Yes it will! It’s a week of adventure here in Amy-ville!

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35 responses to “Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters, and teach them how to dance

  • elaine4queen

    DAMN IT! how did you understand storify before me? i have been trying to do it FOREVER.

    i don’t like nosebleed seats, though i didn’t mind them when i saw nana mouskouri with my mum at the usher hall in edinburgh. http://youtu.be/mRpMCG5Wjck when i was a teenager.

    more recently i went to whatever the theatre in richmond is called to see an awful play badly acted. i spent the whole time feeling sick from vertigo. i am convinced i was so ill because of the crapness of the play, though.

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    • lucysfootball

      It’s totally easy. You can get it. No problem. Just search for the user you want (you, or whoever) on the right; drag & drop the tweets you want on the left; add text as desired. I’m sure using other services (Facebook, Instagram, etc.) would be as easy. You can do this. If I can, anyone can.

      I went to a concert a few years ago that was in a HUGE arena and the seats were so high up I had vertigo the whole time. I had to sit there with my eyes closed breathing shallowly the entire show. I won’t be going back there ever.

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  • sj

    You are THE BUSIEST! Gosh, I used to be ALL ABOUT the live music (like, seriously, there was a point that I went to four or five shows a week), but I think I am also too old for it now. Mostly because I know I would get SO ANGRY at the teen/20something assholes in the audience and would probably get thrown out.

    I’m glad you went and had a good time, though!

    Your stalker storify was awesome.

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    • lucysfootball

      I kind of love Storify. Do you know when Storify will be the best? When I go to NYC to meet Susie!!!!

      I never liked concerts much. But mostly it’s because I’m not a music person. I know, isn’t that weird? I’m much more a theater person. I still see probably 4-5 plays a month, but maybe 4-5 concerts a year. And usually the kind where people are quiet and well-behaved. :)

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      • Kelly Naylor

        See? You totally need to come to my concert! People are generally quiet and well-behaved. Except for our drag queens. And Vinny, who is SO adorable. Ooooh! And Arthur! He’s so CUTE I want to take him home with me. But I’m well-behaved. (snicker) No, I am! Except for when I’m not.

        Also? When I first moved to Albany (well, we lived in Niskayuna first, but close enough when you’re from out west and I did WORK in Albany), we were driving on 787 and I saw that THING. “OMG! What the bloody heck is that??” Except I’m pretty sure I didn’t say bloody heck. Anyway, the Spousal Unit said, “Oh, that’s the Egg.”

        Egg? Really? I worry, People of Albany. Because where I’m from that thing does not look like an egg. It definitely more resembles a football.

        We sang in the Egg once, in the small theater. It was a benefit thingy. And the Spousal Unit and I have seen many shows there. I like the theaters, even if the building looks more like a football than an egg.

        Oooh! The best, BEST show I ever saw there? Young @ Heart. They were SO excellent! I want to be just like them when I grow up. I think you have to be at least 65 to join the group. Such inspirational people!

        (Ok, I’ll stop gushing now.)

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        • lucysfootball

          My roommate, when I first moved here, took me on a tour of downtown Albany and I laughed and laughed at The Egg. It still makes me just that happy, ten years later. It’s so wacky!

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          • Kelly Naylor

            Well, I must admit that I DO find it an amusing building. The first Albany Fun Fact I learned was that our Capitol building is the only one in the entire nation without a gold dome. I guess that’s cool. But I’ve been living/working in Albany for 13 years now, and I’ve NEVER not seen scaffolding set up around the building somewhere. Don’t you think that’s a little strange? The Spousal Unit once said he can’t remember a time SINCE HIGH SCHOOL that they weren’t doing some sort of work on the building. I won’t tell you exactly when it was… but disco was super popular at the time.

            Oooh, look at me digressing and tangenting (I just made that word up; I can do that… I’m an English major). I’m really good at it…. the digressing, tangenting AND making up words.

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            • lucysfootball

              We do seem to do a lot of construction around here. There’s that one big church downtown that’s had the scaffolding on it for ten years. What’s that all about?

              I went on my first tour of the Capitol at Halloween (the ghost tour! Have you done that? SO COOL!) and was so impressed. I’m a sucker for old architecture and stories. I want to go back for the regular tour someday soon.

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              • Kelly Naylor

                Construction projects last much longer here than anywhere else I’ve lived. It’s… interesting. I asked the Spousal Unit — an architect — why that was. He seems to think it’s normal. Um, no. But being an architect who grew up in the area, he KNOWS THINGS about buildings around here. He got an award for the renovation of Hackett Middle School! His firm just got an award for their work on the Albany County Courthouse.

                I have not been on the ghost tour! Why have I not been on the ghost tour? This year, I must go on the ghost tour! Please remind me in October that I said that. :-)

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                • lucysfootball

                  Oh, you must go on the ghost tour. It’s great! And you can take photos and there are sometimes ORBS in the photos! If you do a search here, right around Halloween, I blogged my tour I did. Complete with a photo of an orb I saw. Which is most definitely a GHOST ORB!!! Or dust. It could be dust. But I say GHOST ORB!

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                  • Kelly Naylor

                    Ha! I put a reminder in my Google calendar to check it out! I am SO going… I want a picture of a Ghost Orb, too!

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  • blogginglily

    Listen, here’s a couple things:

    1) You cannot pay the bills with love. Unless you’re a hooker. And then it’s not really the same thing as love, but I get where you’re coming from Ingrid.
    2) What do bunnies do? I don’t get you. Shit on stuff? Eat the edges of the furniture and tear the shit out of newspaper? This is not songwriting, Ingrid. This is called drivel.
    3) I kept saying “Scars on Broadway” any time you said “Scars on 45” They are not the same band. Maybe I’ll try to find the link where you told me how to link video. Yes. I’ll do that.

    Scars on Broadway:

    So then also nobody has heard from Tim. He has totally gone missing, and now you’ve copped to “not meeting him”. It is confirmed that you and your dad are serial twitter stalker killers by this fact.

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    • lucysfootball

      Bunnies…um…get busy. I think. Is what was meant. Oh, you’re being facetious? Nevermind.

      This band scares me. It reminds me of the scary music this guy I used to be in love with used to listen to and I would be all, “Oh! Boy! This sure is…something!” but really it sounded like aural stabbery. But I am very proud of your linking skilllzzzzz. You win WordPress today.

      Tim is FINE. He is not DEAD. I didn’t kill him even a little bit.

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  • lahikmajoe

    When you told me about the egg a while back, I dutifully went and looked at all the photos I could find online. And then I read about it and then I imagined what a nice place it really is.

    It’s more spacious inside than you would initially expect…that’s one thing I learned in my quasi-obsessive research.

    Once I move to Albany and win the one act pay extravaganza, is the Egg where my masterpiece will be performed. That’s one of my unreasonable demands. I will only allow the masterpiecing of my work in the confines of the Egg. It’s what expresses my gesticulating.

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    • lucysfootball

      You’d love it. Someday, you’re coming to visit me. It’s all planned in my head. We’re going to The Egg. It’s on the list.

      It is quite large inside. You’d really love it. It’s funny. It makes you smile.

      “Once I move to Albany” – MAKE THIS HAPPEN. I’ll totally rig the one-act play competition for you. And even though it’s never happened before, we’ll make it happen at The Egg. You deserve room for your gesticulating. If it meant you were here so we could have all the adventures? I’d take over The Egg with nunchucks and throwing stars.

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  • ProfMomEsq

    Great post, Amy. I like that it had a nice beat and you can dance to it. (Okay. That’s funny only if you watched “American Bandstand” growing up.)

    I am commenting on my evil phone, because I live with one of those teenagers who lives life with his “paws up” except when his mitts are attached to my computer because he is playing a game that looks like the Situation Room in the Pentagon after a zombie attack. (“Aim for the head! Aim for the head!”). So, I will say just this much more: I need to see you take over the Egg with nunchucks (which autocrorrects to nun chicks???) and throwing stars. NEED. Ken, please make this happen. SJ, I will meet you there with my video camera.

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    • sj

      It corrected it because it wants you to use the proper nunchaku. Dur.

      Also, on it.

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      • ProfMomEsq

        Well, then, dammit, iPhone should KNOW that. You can’t tell me that the programmers don’t know the names of ALL the nifty ninja weapons so that they could put them in the autocorrect dictionary, because I KNOW they’ve played endless hours of Maple Story, World of War Craft, Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, and whatever other go-no-lives fighting stuff there is. So, there’s no excuse for nun chicks, except to create a funny mental image. In which case, mission accomplished, but you better not be near a lady in a habit and holding a ruler.

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    • lucysfootball

      I’m totally serious. If it gets Ken to visit, I’ll go ninja all up in The Egg.

      Also, can you even IMAGINE the adventures if Ken came to visit? ALL THE ADVENTURES.

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      • ProfMomEsq

        After you go all Girls-Kick-Ass on the Egg, I need you to take Ken to your dad for a visit. And then I need you to write about that. A lot.

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      • Kelly Naylor

        I would buy the newspapers and have the commentaries of all your adventures preserved — carefully and lovingly, of course — for posterity. Or for posteriors, whichever works better for you guys. But I know the adventures would be chronicled appropriately (I know a guy over at the TU, I’ll talk to him). Oh! And it would be on that 24-hour station that plays the same stories every 9 minutes. YNN… does that makes sense to anyone but them? Nevermind, you and Ken will be on a forever loop, and it will be awesome! I can’t wait! (I used to have tea in the house, but the Offspring took it all when she moved out. It was all Celestial Seasonings, though, and that might not be good enough for a bon vivant like Ken.)

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        • lucysfootball

          I LOVE YNN. I find it very comforting. Same thing, over and over. Very soothing.

          Yeah, Ken would need better tea. The loose-leaf kind. And infusers and things. He’s a fancy one.

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          • Kelly Naylor

            YNN drives me nuts, mostly because my coworkers seem to think eating lunch without having a television on is a criminal activity, and that’s their favorite show. There’s also some game show they watch. Fortunately, it only takes 1 min 45 sec for my Amy’s vegetable pocket to heat up, and I do Taiji while I’m waiting. It’s a statement of some sort, I suppose. Mostly, I like to keep my coworkers reminded that I AM NOT NORMAL.

            I prefer quiet and a book. Or quiet and writing my stories. The same things on YNN (or any newscast, really) are often entirely too depressing for my delicate nature.

            I have one of those infuser things! And I used to have loose-leaf teas. But that was when I lived in Denver and they had some totally rockin’ tea at one of the stores where I used to shop. It’s been a long time, so I forget where it was. I’ll bet I could get some good tea at Honest Weight, though. I’m there every Sunday morning anyway. The Tea In Boxes is right by the bread, which is my specialty. I’ll bet there’s some good stuff in the Bulk department, too. I will try to remember to check this week, so when Fancy Ken visits, I’ll know exactly where to find some good teas.

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            • lucysfootball

              You get to watch TV at lunchtime? We don’t have a TV. I feel ripped off. (I don’t eat with my coworkers. I go sit in my car and read. It’s quieter. And I don’t want to be around them if I don’t have to.)

              The odds of Fancy Ken ever visiting are slim to none. That’s why I’m hoping to find pirate treasure so I can visit him. Or have a rich person sponsor me. Or fall in love with an airline pilot. Any of these things would work.

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              • Kelly Naylor

                Well, being one who generally dislikes TV, I view it more as being forced to watch TV at lunchtime. I think this all means you should be working here. One, we have TV at lunchtime. Two, my coworkers are generally lovely people. Except for the Evil DBA.

                I am planning on winning the lottery, so when I do that I will send you off to visit Fancy Ken! I’m not exactly sure how or when I’m going to win the lottery, seeing as I don’t buy lottery tickets, but it’s one of those magical mental tricks I play… therefore, it will happen, right?

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    “You and I” really is adorable! ‘#Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters, and teach them how to dance’ – perhaps those teens could do with some lessons on how to NOT make monster claws?

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    • lucysfootball

      I know, I can’t get it out of my head! I’ll just start singing it to myself randomly. I’ve been doing it all week! :)

      They need lessons on how not to be little monsters and how not to be rudeness personified. However, I think that’s teens today, so probably a lost cause. Boo.

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