earth trends.

OK. Super major question. This came to me about 5 seconds ago while turning on my iPod to get some things done. I went to Broken Bells, a swanky little group recommended to me by big brother bear, and as the synthesized keyboard started, I thought to myself Wait a minute, is this sound back in or are they being trendy for the sake of being trendy? OR are they being trendy unintentionally because they grew up listening to Devo and think keyboards, synthesizers and keytar/accordians are way too cool fa school. Maybe I shouldn't announce that I let my mind wander that far into analytic oblivion, but I consider it a valid thought. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea of trendiness. I really do get the whole idea of individualism, but what doesn't make sense to me now is that individualism has become the trend, every individual ranks in with every other individual to form an aggregate of individuals who fit nicely into what is now the norm. I fully support individualism, but feel like it's become this foray of who can out-trend who. Maybe that's just how it's always been though . . . and my thoughts aren't new news . . .

In saying all of that, I actually do like Broken Bells because despite having a few boop boops and da-dat-daas and clap-claps in their songs, they're really talented. Nice harmonies, ya know. Not quite like The Centennial though. Holy smokes that's an underrated group of talented . . . individuals. It's this stellar husband-wife combo whose voices clearly were made for each other. Like warm butta. You can cut it with a sideways spoon.

In other news, today is Earth Day and Whole Foods is giving out free Sheryl Crow grocery totes. The guy was so pleased to tell me that Sheryl designed my bag that I couldn't help but swoon right back. I didn't have the heart to tell him that while it's possible that she has a warm-fuz place in her heart for Mother N, there are clearly some strings attached. But whatever, I have a new trendy bag now. So I can go out and join the masses of one-day-a-year tree-huggers (even though I've just recently hugged another actual tree . . . true story) and proudly show off the fact that Sheryl and I are kindred in our love of dirt and such things.

Today is looking up already.