Okay. It’s finally happened. I had been despairing– the best part of summer is slipping past, and I hadn’t found my summer jam yet. But then, like a halcyon beacon in the shape of a flying v, it appeared before me:
This is the most desecrating thing I've ever done to Stonehenge
When I’m not listening to this song, I want to be. Not just listening to it, but singing along in falsetto and doing scissor kicks and shaking my ass. I woke up with it in my head this morning and it made me want to jump out of bed and PUNCH! THE! AIR! What is this miracle song, you ask?
Imagine this: you’re walking along, and you stumble upon the burning wreckage of 1984. You are only able to rescue one magnificent, shining moment. You pull out this song. Continue reading →
