You know, I assumed there would be an image of Michael Pitt nude in the few movies he's been naked in floating around somewhere on the internet. I was going to link to it in my opening paragraph with a little warning say "don't click on this if you're a girl scout" or something, but I can't find a decent set of screencaps. I only checked Google, so I didn't try that hard, and I'm certainly not going to download The Dreamers so that I can cap shots of Michael Pitt's junk.

Do me a favor, though, put Michael Pitt in your head. Think about Michael Pitt. Look at him standing there, with his beady eyes and pouty lips. Put him behind a microphone, singing this song, doing that Kurt Cobain grungy sway, moving his head around the microphone while he sings like he's working the head of some gigantic invisible cock. Now, strip him completely naked. When he swings his hips, his penis flops around everywhere!

THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT WHEN I HEAR THIS SONG.

OK, it isn't really, but I got hooked on the image around the sixth time I listened to this song in one day and I had to write about it. It's ridiculous, and it makes certain Pagoda songs unlistenable. When he starts into the "blah blah blah blah" on Amego, I kind of want to climb up onto this imagined virtual stage and slap Naked Michael Pitt in the face for doing something so stupid and then slap him again for looking so ridiculous while he does it.

This song, however, is the best thing ever. The lyrics are relatively ambiguous about whether it is pro- or anti-abortion. It seems guilty, but indifferent. Angsty! It's so grunge, you know? I don't think you can get any more grunge than admitting the wonderful benefits of abortion while hating yourself for it.

Kick ass, Michael Pitt. I just wish I haven't seen you naked so often.

Site Note: As you can see this post isn't about a song from my youth. This is because I didn't really feel like writing anything else about my youth at the moment. I sat down and forced myself to write an entry for a different song but I wasn't happy with what I wrote, so instead I am posting this, a song I am currently obsessed with and can write about it quite easily. Sorry if anyone is disappointed.

Wait!

Youth Week: I totally left out my discovery of Grunge and it has factored into my taste. I discovered Nirvana in my freshman year after purposefully avoiding them for some time for no reason at all. Local H leaped upon me when I was nineteen, and I have since found other grunge / rock / early 90's indie rock bands that I love and adore. I like Local H a lot, definitely one of my all-time faves. Grungy angry rock is important to me, too. Yay! I win!