The Ting Tings are a Bri’ish band that sings a song called That’s Not My Name.
Can’t embed the vid anymore, so you’ll have to click on the link. Take a listen while you read me… you don’t actually have to watch the video. I just need you to hear the song.
I stopped listening to the Ting Tings for a while because I couldn’t get Beatles songs out of my head after watching Across the Universe. And then we watched Sweeney Todd and I couldn’t get Johnny Depp and Helen Bonham Carter out of my mind. (I crocheted while we watched so I didn’t have to see the bloody mess he was making.) The music is really great despite the moral degradation and sad ironic state of the characters. Josh and I want to watch Jersey Girl again because the little girl does Sweeney Todd for a school talent show.
Well, back to the Ting Tings… I started listening again today and I still like them. Let me know if your shoulders start bopping to the beat. Mine do. I find it interesting that an emotional subject like people not knowing your name (sniff) would be set to music that makes you want to get up and jerk your stuff. I mean, being the “last kid standing up against the wall” when they’re picking teams sucks, right? And somebody calling you hell isn’t a good thing. So we’ll chalk it up to poetic license or artsy fartsy oxymoronic music.
What I really want to know is why do the Brits call their lovers “bird”—it’s a term of endearment, I think. So do any of you know? Enlighten me.