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I have to admit, I did get a little teary-eyed once the melody started. Wait, did I say “get a little teary-eyed?” I meant “lifted weights.” Yeah, that’s what I did, I lifted weights when it started. Not cried. Maybe.
Here it is, my all-time favorite Sesame Street song, which proved it was possible to smile and cry at the same time.
Apparently I missed something and Dave Lovering’s a magician now…
Occasionally, the Onion writers surprise me with their adeptness at articulating timely comedy-fodder in totally original, almost backward ways; the same way a great poet or lyricist would turn a phrase to say something old in an entirely new way. This is one of those times. Awesome job.
The first few times I heard this song, I really disliked it. Yes, it’s catchy and clever, and Max Bemis refers to his birth as being “forced from [mother nature’s] cut”, but it felt too empty. It felt as if, instead of delivering his honest, neuroses-filled, fucked-up-heart-on-sleeve talk that made his previous work notable, he was creating a faded copy, a broad approximation of what fans expect from him. However, after seeing Say Anything perform live, I realized that I was entirely wrong. Bemis was so energetic, so overjoyed to be sharing his catharsis with thousands of fans screaming along, that this song could be nothing other than a celebration. In stating broadly everything that he has said before, Bemis is ridding himself once and for all of those feelings. He used to use, and probably will use in the future, music as an outlet for his innermost thoughts and conflicts, but for now, he’s celebrating the fact that he has this outlet, and sharing the joy of the aftermath of musical catharsis with anyone who cares to listen.
You have no idea how fucking hilarious this is at 5:30 am.
Do we really need a “fuck yeah” for everything that’s slightly better than okay? And the appeal of fuckyeahsharks wasn’t even the inherent awesomeness of sharks, it was the site’s overenthusiasm for sharks. Maybe if the pictures were made into macros that said stuff like “FUCK YEAH LOOK AT THAT FUCKING HAIR THAT HAIR WILL FUCK YOU UP” it would be worth the time.
