Tokio Hotel
May. 17th, 2009 07:32 pmFor someone who hates watching videos, I've sure watched rather a lot in the last day or so! I must confess why, for the lucky souls who haven't been witness to my extreme squeeage. It's all
midwintersong's fault. That little bearer of evil linked a picture or two of Bill Kaulitz, Tokio Hotel's singer. Had never heard of Tokio Hotel until this week, like. But Bill stole my heaaaart instantly. I've never got into a band backwards -- admiring pictures, then listening to the music -- and I'm not altogether sure I would have. I don't usually listen to music in foreign languages, and don't speak a word of German, their native language. And I can't really take their English lyrics seriously. But I could watch Bill forever, and have a growing fondness for his (IDENTICAL, such pretty features, but very different in style) twin Tom, and even the quiet drummer and bass guitarist, Gustav and Georg.
(Currently watching the 19th of their series of weekly videos. 19th! Saw a few of the earlier ones, then started at #1. Good stuff! Subtitled all. I'm picking up a couple of words of German by listening intently.)
This makes the purpose of celebrity crushes clearer to me. I've had the super high of noticing someone, loving the sight of them, wanting to know all about them, but I don't have the possibility of getting involved with them to make it all awkward and painful. It's just pure fun and joy and I can hoard photos of them without being a freakish stalker! Crushes make me incredibly happy, but I'm pretty reserved and closed off and fussy in my infatuations, and my last crush didn't go well -- found it impossible to talk to the person in question, and it quickly made me feel bad to see them, not good. No substitute for a real romance (which I don't really want at present anyway), duh, but why should it be? This celebrity crush is an augmentation of my life with no possibility of harming it.
The videos are great fun to watch. Amanda Palmer aside, I generally have no interest in the lives of musicians (or other artists), but I love seeing the whole span of emotion in these little snippets of life on tour and backstage -- joy, boredom, screaming arguments (just one so far, between the twins), stressed perfectionism, grumpy morningness, both delight and fear at the furious energy of the screaming fans. (I swear, these fans make me think of the maenads. You can imagine them tearing apart Orpheus.) I read diaries and write one -- of course I love the full spectrum of human life, right down to its mundanities. And that's what these are -- video diaries.
(I'm not neglecting my studies for these! I'm rewarding myself with videos after each period of study. Yay motivators :D)
(Currently watching the 19th of their series of weekly videos. 19th! Saw a few of the earlier ones, then started at #1. Good stuff! Subtitled all. I'm picking up a couple of words of German by listening intently.)
This makes the purpose of celebrity crushes clearer to me. I've had the super high of noticing someone, loving the sight of them, wanting to know all about them, but I don't have the possibility of getting involved with them to make it all awkward and painful. It's just pure fun and joy and I can hoard photos of them without being a freakish stalker! Crushes make me incredibly happy, but I'm pretty reserved and closed off and fussy in my infatuations, and my last crush didn't go well -- found it impossible to talk to the person in question, and it quickly made me feel bad to see them, not good. No substitute for a real romance (which I don't really want at present anyway), duh, but why should it be? This celebrity crush is an augmentation of my life with no possibility of harming it.
The videos are great fun to watch. Amanda Palmer aside, I generally have no interest in the lives of musicians (or other artists), but I love seeing the whole span of emotion in these little snippets of life on tour and backstage -- joy, boredom, screaming arguments (just one so far, between the twins), stressed perfectionism, grumpy morningness, both delight and fear at the furious energy of the screaming fans. (I swear, these fans make me think of the maenads. You can imagine them tearing apart Orpheus.) I read diaries and write one -- of course I love the full spectrum of human life, right down to its mundanities. And that's what these are -- video diaries.
(I'm not neglecting my studies for these! I'm rewarding myself with videos after each period of study. Yay motivators :D)
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Date: 2009-05-17 10:13 pm (UTC)I think that girl's wish was something like "I want to dance on the bar with Adje whilst Tokio Hotel plays" 'cause that's what it looks like.
Adje is an actor who acts like he's sort of retarded, which would be totally offensive in other countries (say, the US) but in the Netherlands it's considered hilarious.
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Date: 2009-05-17 11:54 pm (UTC)