Not-So-Freaky Friday: The Strypes
Note: I am connected! Our new service is up and running. Now all we have to do is get the old phone number ported over (we’ve had it since our family moved here some 35 years ago). But the ruckus has kept me from researching a good freak for today. Regular Freaky Friday programming will resume next week.
This isn’t really a proper Freaky Friday post. Or maybe it is, because I am not ashamed to admit that I am freaked the fuck out by this band. They’re proof that time travel is possible. Or human cloning. Or that aliens are doing something not terribly kosher. I don’t know. Oh, just watch the damn video, and judge for yourself.
Do you see why they’ve got me all aflutter? I know virtually nothing about The Strypes, whom I discovered through this post on Dangerous Minds, except that they are Irish and children. And that they are really the Rolling Stones. It’s kind of spooky. Actually, if I weren’t old enough to be their mother, I might be a little bit in love right now.