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If you’ve listened to the episode of This American Life that came out Sunday, you’ve heard the short play by the Neo-Futurists. It’s kind of a deconstruction of a conversation – instead of making a statement, they simply say “Statement.” It ends with a brilliant line that is currently my status on Facebook. 

My wife and I have listened to it the past two mornings on the way to work, and laughed so hard we were nearly crying each time. Just now, inspired by that play, we had our own conversation via facebook chat. I’ll relay that for your enjoyment.

 

Freya: enthusiastic greeting!

Winston: enthusiastic greeting!

Freya: kind-hearted question

Winston: generic response
                  return of kind-hearted question

Freya: generic response
             bland statement

Winston: agreement

Freya: over used internet short hand accompanied by light hearted and funny statement

Winston: Complaint

Freya: sympathetic response

Winston: Affectionate statement

Freya: returned affectionate statement
            witty and sweet remark

Winston: Typed laughter

And while I’m relaying interesting things, check out these lyrics from the band MGMT. This is off their latest album Oracular Spectacular, and it’s the first cut Time to Pretend.

I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

This is our decision to live fast and die young
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun!
Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models, everything must run its course

We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend

Depressing indeed, but quite a wonderful expression of the world today. It caught me offguard, especially considering the sound of the song (quite poppy). I highly recommend it.