Because this deserve a post by itself. Jules trying to remember his song, 11th Dimension on an accoustic quitar for the deluxe box set DVD or something.
We've never seen Jules play a guitar before. So this is front page news for Strokes/Jules fandom. Fret not, I shan't mar this post with that particular 4 lettered word, which starts with an 'E' and ends with a 'C'. Ehe.
No additional commentary is needed regarding Jules' ever beatific countenance. He's just made like that. The Adonis of garage, underground, (whatever you want to call it) rock. The studded guitar strap is very characteristic of Jules innit? Heh.
AND he hasn't got any shades on. Thank goodness for that. Oh, that treble clef tattoo on his right wrist can be seen very clearly in this vid. Yes, yes, the wedding band, the eternally haloed metal ring forever embracing that finger of his. This never escapes attention, ever.
You can only imagine my reaction to all this...this, guitar playing. His hands. Gah, my obsession with pretty hands and fingers. Overdose! I wish Dila can watch this. She'd understand.
This post is escalating into mindless fangirl gushing.
I shall refrain.
Thus, here. The MV for 11th Dimension. Once again.
P.S: That last little laugh in that acoustic whatnot is simply precious.
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