Covers We Approve Of: Klaxons do ‘No Diggity’ February 15, 2008

So it’s inevitable that when I hear this song, I remember a certain junior high dance in the old cramped cafeteria. I wasn’t ever really one for such things, and I think it was possibly one of three dances I went to from 5th grade on (I didn’t go to prom, for what it’s worth). Anyway, I remember exactly where I was in the cafeteria when the lame local DJ put on this track, I remember what I wore and how I did my hair and how desperately I wanted to grow up to get it all over with. It’s really amusing to look back on, actually. I mean, junior high was extremely lame, I think most can agree, but back then there wasn’t all that much to worry about. [Well actually I did have a “…. fuck” moment when I realized this guy I’d been dating for a few weeks (but had seen very little of during that time) was probably homosexual. I wrote him a note and slipped it into his locker, something along the lines of, “I’ve seen you three times in these two weeks and you never even hold my hand, let alone try for second base, perhaps we should see other people,” and I remember him begging me to change my mind. My early gaydar was mortifyingly accurate.] Anyway, now I have bills and debt and responsibilities, so in retrospect junior high really couldn’t have been so bad.

These are the things I think of when I hear this song. Lame dances, absent gay boyfriends, and debt. Enjoy!

Klaxons - No Diggity