Do What You Want, Buy What We Say

OK Go's just released a 3-song single called Do What You Want. T'other two songs are "Invincible" and a cover of "The Lovecats" by The Cure. It's sooooo not bad.
Buy it at the iTunes Store, Amazon.com, and a host of other places. You can also listen to two of the songs, for free, at okgo.net and myspace.com/okgo page.

A Choreographer's Tale (Final Chapter)

Photo stolen from someone named kris_la at livejournal. Sorry, kris!

OK Go has spent the last few weeks creating and perfecting a new end-of-set dance, which they created with the help of an internationally known choreographer. We've asked her to share her process, and to analyze the dance's deep meaning with you...

Friday.

We insert the Charlie's Angels reference as a sly foreshadowing of the violent renaissance which will bear down on the Men as the dance rushes achingly toward breathless, shuddering climax. The Junior Varsity Sequence—which finds the Men united in punctilious pep-rally puerility—begs the question: If the world is a locker room, is Tim its forgotten gym sock?

The answer, of course, can be gleaned by watching and re-watching the Dance's vertiginous, apical glissade which unfurls thus: 4-Cylinder-Piston machinations... a pugilistic hand-to-hand combat scene, including slo-mo special effects... The Reunification... The Hula... The Almighty Jazz Box, enhanced with axes-for-hands arm stylings... And finally, the SupernalSoaringSteepleTim, Lord of All He Surveys.

We gaped. We gasped. Could it really be? Yes. YES! The Dance was finito. And infinito. I was awash with primal joy, and ready to scuttle. But before I withdrawing into the night, I bestowed a Tribal Name upon each valiant Man of OK Go, a well-earned reward for a week of spiritual germination, physical fortitude, and meticulous mind-body exertion. These choreographic crusaders shall henceforth be known as Leaping Woodland Elf (Damian), Ape Who Eats Ants Off Stick (Andy), Massive Mastiff (Dan), and Fifi, The Fleet Fetal Rooster (Tim).

And now, nimble as a Timberwolf I go. May we meet again.

--Trish

Comment, Baby. I Am Not Afraid.

Here's what's called an open thread. Post comments about whatever you like, OK Go-related or otherwise. I care not. It's just an experiment. It's also an invitation, I guess, to those of you with something to say, but no blog to say it in. And also to those of you who are too lazy (or scared) to visit the OK Go Bulletin Board.

A Choreographer's Tale (Part 4)

Photo borrowed from Michele

OK Go has spent the last few weeks creating and perfecting a new end-of-set dance, which they created with the help of an internationally known choreographer. We've asked her to share her experiences with you...

Wednesday.

I woke with the dawn and joined my Timberwolf Spirit Guide in baying to the morning sun. I was rewarded with a moment of clarity and beauty... I knew then and there that the toxic venom of the Toss-the-Tim section of the dance was destined to dissolve into a moment of triumph and victory over betrayal and brutishness. It would come in the form of a patented move I call "ManFaith Triumvirate (Proud Mountain In Back)."

From here, the intricate and fragile latticework of a delicate story long in the making would be unveiled, layer by layer. Damian and Andy lay down their sharp-edged spite at the altar of peace, each taking the other gently in a healing embrace and together they trace the ephemeral outlines of a world without pain. Eventually, though, Damian and Andy are wrenched apart from within, casting about for their own distant stars, leaving a dark void from which erupts none other than he they call TIM THE TIGER.

At this moment, I collapsed under the weight of my visions and the force of my insights. "Thank you, Timberwolf," I whispered before my spirit left my body.

--Trish

A Choreographer's Tale (Part 3)

Photo courtesy of Lisa Young

OK Go has spent the last few weeks creating and perfecting a new end-of-set dance, which they created with the help of an internationally known choreographer. We've asked her to share her experiences with you...

Tuesday.

Yesterday's work had been to pay brooding homage to Rhythm Nation, the ruthlessness of technology, and the dark face of military prowess everywhere. But from that forlorn moonscape, the Men were now borne aloft to ride a vector of freedom and rebirth, gathering momentum in the frolicsome Greek Wedding/Mariachi sequence and culminating in the menstrual birth-blossoming of Tim. Oh, the jubilation of it! Yet the merriment is short-lived. Sadly, every cherry has a stone for a heart, and, as the Earth spins, we plummet, spiraling angrily into the Westside Story Cluster, the Disco Fault Line, and Toss-The-Tim, an uncharted, bare-back DanceRide through every man's struggle with the blind-folding of youthful innocence and the harsh realities of tooth decay.

I was just getting started! I had spent hours with my Jane Fonda gorilla meditation the night before, and I had so much LoveKnowledge to share! So many lush spiritual campagnas to explore! But the boys were spent. I could see it in their twisted limbs and haunted eyes. Tomorrow is another day, I told myself, as they rested like kittens by the fire.

--Trish