finally. fantastic!

Well. I don’t want gristlepants to think that I dis­ap­peared or was dragged off by llamas or fell into a well or any­thing. I mean, time’s a little bit of a rare and golden relic for me these days, and tomorrow’s another, like, 12-hour day, but hey, I’ve got a few min­utes. So, here’s a weird little song. I’m not sure Ben wants me to post this, because I think a cer­tain, oh, let’s call her “MC”, once slighted his grand­par­ents or some­thing. But let’s not tell him. ::secret handshake::

You know Final Fan­tasy. You’re maybe annoyed by his name, yes, but you also kind of like him, yes, you do, and you’re also charmed by his sense of humor, aren’t you, and by his loopy string artistry. (I say loopy because he does, indeed, record him­self and then loop it and play over him­self.) Here’s an example of all of the above. Mr. Owen Pal­lett cov­ering Mariah Carey’s “Fan­tasy” in Van­couver in Sep­tember ’06. Listen to it, I say, or you shall all perish*!

• Final Fan­tasy — “Fan­tasy” (Van­couver, BC Sept. 19^th 2006)

*By “perish” the author means simply “miss out on a hilar­ious yet majestic dis­play of instru­mental skillz as well as req­ui­site Mariah Carey-related rock-outery sure to send you back to middle school IN THE GOOD WAY, and that’s just gonna have to be your loss, you poor simpleton.”