The title of this blog is actually from one of my favorite Metric songs. I came across it a year ago when I was searching for Muse songs on Youtube, and instead of Matt Bellamy’s heart-wrenching soprano I discovered the sexy Miss Haines.

There are so many reasons why I love this music video. It is impossible not to adore Emily, who is dancing and playing with fireworks while dressed in a flashy silver flapper-esque dress. Her dancing can be described as almost childish (please note dancing at :55), but it works. After all, rocker chicks don’t need to know how to dance; they can put on hipster shades, hop around a little, and it still looks badass.

I’ve got the shades, still trying to perfect the dance

Another thing that draws me to the video is the fact that it looks like they just threw it together on a whim. In my head is a somewhat drawn out scenario, where I imagine that the band was sitting around their tour bus one day, and after a few tequila shots decided that they should film a music video. A groupie volunteered their garage space as a setting, and one of the band members found a stash of fireworks in a box labeled “Fourth of July party 2009″, along with perhaps the silver outfits that Haines sports so fashionably in the video. Throw in a camera and flashing lights, and the ability to film something appears. The next day the band goes back to look at the footage, perhaps a little hungover, and sees that what they have is pretty eclectic (:36, the guitarist stops playing to pick out a wedgie?) but it gets edited into a video anyway. It’s carefree, it’s awesome.

However, music video or not, the song itself is a wonderful work of music that speaks to the frustration of not wanting to be governed by our romantic interests or desires. It is a song that deals with the struggle of conforming to a set standard (”blondes of fantasies”) and being held helpless by a higher power (”Cupid”):

Watch out Cupid, stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life
You better watch out Cupid, stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life
The one I gotta lead, all the blondes of fantasies