Broken Social Scene “All to All” (Ft. Feist)
Oh man. It’s story time. Time to tell stories about how dumb I am. Wait, let me explain so you can get the full scope of my idiocy. So I have this bad habit of arriving through the back door. Also have this bad habit of improperly using phrases and idioms.
Case in point: my love for Feist. The other day, I received an email from a client. My name is Liz. He wrote, “Hey Lez.” This made me laugh-slash-feel-happy for two reasons: the first being that it was almost a real-life Liz Lemon moment.
The second was that it reminded me of my second most idolized music alter ego, Leslie Feist. (At the moment, my first would be Yukimi Nagano) (Or maybe my third, if I count Erykah Badu) And because if I was friends with Feist, I’d call her “Lez.” Did you know she is born almost one week after me? Can you believe these were my thoughts upon receiving that email?
But interestingly enough, I never knew Feist was part of BSS. I never knew until someone mentioned it and I actually pretended like I knew that all along when inside, I was having this cataclysmic, mind-blowing, life-altering revelation. At both my utter stupidity and absurd inability to put two and two together.
Which brings me to my last point. I’ve never liked BSS! Actually, let me be real: I’vedislikedthem. I have this friend who has pretty much forecasted every indie artist to blow up. Ever. Kings of Convenience. Tokyo Police Club. Bon Iver. Yadda Yadda. (Last one was made up)
He introduced me to BSS and later told me to go with him to one of their shows. But I was like, “Big meh. This is just another modern emotional indie rock band.” And he was like, “Wrong.” And I was wrong. So wrong.
I’m sorry Feist. I’m so sorry BSS. I am: the worst.
But isn’t this song good? I tell you, man, Canadians. They’re just doin’ it.