old teenage hopes are alive at your door

i am no connoisseur of good music, mind you. i listen to a lot of remixes. and i'm usually ten steps behind what everyone else was right on top of weeks ago. i'm often pushing the door when i should be pulling, and someone usually has to finally sigh and just let me in.

so i'm not saying you've never heard or heard of feist. and i'm hardly introducing you to "1234," because apple took good care of that if you weren't already well-acquainted. but in the spirit of being ten steps behind and listening to a lot of remixes, sink your bicuspids into this:



but the real apple of my queer eye is this gem i discovered through the grapevine. i can not be sad, ever, knowing this video exists.



i believe there is no more joyous a moment than when she croons at 1:14, "1,2,3,4 chickens just back from the shore" and it seems the sheer euphoria of the moment begins to take over, as she throws about her ponytail like a five year old girl completely entranced by the magic of it all.

moments like this, we are reminded that life truly is beautiful. let me count the ways.