In case there is anyone left in the world who hasn’t seen it, here is the music video for “Fireflies” by Owl City.
I don’t even like music videos, but I’ll be the first to admit this one is magical. I suppose it’s because it doesn’t star sultry babes or angry guys with guitars, but a dusty bedroom full of toys from the eighties.
The cuts get pretty fast and furious toward the end, giving the song a sense of kaleidoscopic color and motion. I like the effect, though some viewers might echo the good folks at RiffTrax and say, “Geez, with the quick edits here, Michael Bay thinks this thing is overcut!”
Our culture is saturated with songs about partying, sex, romance, heartbreak, bitterness, rebellion and other exhausted subjects. I’m tired of modern music; even its new songs seem old. I appreciate artists like Weird Al Yankovic and Schmoyoho whose songs are wildly weird, and I’m even more thankful for artists like Owl City whose songs are serious without seeming tired or clichéd.
On a different note, I haven’t seen fireflies in ages. Where have they gone? They were everywhere at twilight when I visited Indiana as a kid. Have the fireflies, like Douglas Adams’s dolphins, abandoned Earth for a better place?
LOVE that video and the song. Magical doesn’t begin to describe both.
I like this music video for many reasons, not least of which is that it’s refreshingly unlike music videos.
Happy travels, by the way!