oh how young and innocent I was. And soon, I was hooked. It got to the point that I could not understand the sub-text of songs without some sort of conceptual media to accompany it. The videos became as much of the music as the music. As the Music Video progressed, developed, and pubertized, as did I.
However, soon things became complicated. Through out the years, my taste in music videos became so refined and astute, I found the videos less and less satisfying. That was until a blinding vision of hope came to my doorstep in the form of a man named Chris Dane Owens.
An albino Criss Angle with a pencil mustache fucking your girlfriend whilst flying through time and space atop a crystal horse 'n carriage. Only then do you come close to the masculinity that defines Chris Dane Owens.
His music video for the smash single "Shine on me" has restored my faith in the music video as medium for expressing liberty and democracy within the public sphere. srrsly, this music video massages my sensuous spots in everyway. Simply put, it takes every single element of "the perfect music video" and blows it out the back of my fucking skull.
Fare Maidens? Check
Flowing Blonde locks? his AND hers
Hot Witches? Boing
Celtic rituals? Check
Sleigh riding? Check
Air guitar power chords? check
Enchanted castles? obvi
Sword fights? Check
Ice Palaces? Check
Facial close-ups? several
Angels? (see also, Hot Witches)
isnt it awesome!?!?!?!