It's funny stuff, this Google April Fools' Day tradition. And it's healthy, if not imperative, to be able to laugh at yourself. Heck, I laugh at yourself all the time. Aaaaaaaaaaalllllllll the time.
Is it a testament to my love of marquis, or to M's position as the ultimate show date?
Is it a testement to my love of dingy little bodegas, or to M's position as the ultimate show date?
Hooray for M and her ability to open herself up to new music, like going to see M. Ward with me, and hopefully the Fiery Furnaces and Q and Not U. Hooray for M and her ability to force me to tone down my critical judgmentality and my general dislike of people in order to go see new music like Jolie Holland. We'll just not mention Coco Rosie or Antony and the Johnsons.
Indeed, hooray for M.