Do you know, I'm not much good at all at writing about music, but I love Brianna Lea Pruett's work enormously, and I can't stop listening to "New Life" this week.
[HARRY, ZAYN, LIAM, LOUIS, AND NIALL frolic under a grey sky, over a grey sea, on a grey, Victorian pier]
HARRY: Hey Niall, want to play a bit of footie on the pier with this bright balloon, inexplicably the only thing of colour in this monochrome landscape?
[NIALL looks up and scampers towards HARRY]
NIALL: AwsureHarryyahanythin’ferthecraic. HARRY: Haha, great, we sure do love to have fun like…
Listen, you don't need me to tell you to go watch videos on YouTube. It's frivolous and frankly a little insulting: like you don't already know how to find whimsical cover bands on the Internet? But I had to do this. I had to talk to you about the Tambourine Guy. It's...I can't quite figure out the name of whatever band that is. Frankly, that's a little embarrassing. It MIGHT be Postmodern Jukebox, but that…
