Hey! Get over it!

So I pop into the Starbucks next to the Edge this morning, and there are these cute, shaggy-haired, nattily dressed fellas at the front of the line. With the radio station next door, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that they're guesting musicians. I take my place behind two girls who are eyeing the guys furtively and fumbling in their purses. One has a camera in her hand, and finally they strike up the courage to approach them. I act disinterested, being an aloof celebrity-immune Torontonian.

As I pay for my low-fat cranberry muffin, the cashier chirps up, "You guys played a great show last night!" I don't hear their response, but at her co-worker's inquiry she says that they're in OK Go.

"Hm...OK Go," I think. "I keep meaning to check them out."

So as a reminder to myself:

OK Go website
OK Go on MySpace

...

Meanwhile, nine great punk videos via BoingBoing, most of which are from the year I was born and thus eliminating any credibility I may have when it comes to punk. Damn.