Quick, Before It Melts.

I think I've seen all the "high school buddy" movies I ever care to. The formula has been tweaked and tampered to death--booze, chicks, drugs, chicks on booze and drugs--there's nothing left for two high school pals to do on film anymore.

Unless of course, they form a band. If any Hollywood producers are out there reading this post/pitch, I suggest that the first such move be based on the friendship/partnership of Alexis Taylor and Joe Goddard, the axis of evil delights at the core of Hot Chip. I've been reading a great interview with the band in the current issue of Under The Radar where Goddard talks about their younger years: "we met when we were 12 years old and we used to obsess over the same Beastie Boys or Beatles album. ...Talking about music and discussing things we liked when we were very young was a massive past of our lives."

Ditto for me. I wouldn't want to go back to being a teenager for all the cash in the world, but I would give anything to have an honest-to-goodness conversation with someone else who felt as strongly and as passionately about music again. As an adult, I can only find that kind of conversation online, and that feels a little one sided. I miss the way my friend Kevin and I used to exchange CDs and try to one-up each other with the latest find (I brought the Stone Roses and Happy Mondays, he brought Poi Dog Pondering and Mary Margaret O'Hara--we were a match made in heaven). What happened, you ask? Who knows, but we probably live less than a 20 minute drive apart and haven't hung out for the better part of 10 years, let alone discussed music.

Not only would I pay to see the Hot Chip movie, but I would pay to see two high school buddies talking about Hot Chip. Maybe they could go out and start their own band. First they start out as a Hot Chip cover band, but then one night, in a small disco in the seedier side of Boston (or Houston) they have a revelation after their second-rate guitarist collapses on stage from latent knee condition. their sound changes in a radical new direction and they go on to musical fame beyond their wildest dreams. Fate, though, has another card up her sleeve; in a karmic twist of fortune, the lead singer inadvertently swings his mic stand into his songwriter partner's left kneecap at a sold-out performance at Radio City Music Hall. He then falls into his Marshall stack, creates a short circuit that fries him. Somehow, miraculously, he survives. The band try to soldier on without him, but their record sales fall off as more people become interested in buying bootleg copies of that fateful concert than their actual records. the lead singer, estranged from his songwriting partner, now heavily bearded and 20 pounds heavier, ends up in Phoenix, playing in a band that covers his former band's music. They should call it, Made In The Dark.

Damn that would be a great movie. Oh yeah, the new Hot Chip is out tomorrow. Buy it.

Hot Chip"Ready For The Floor" [Made In The Dark, 2008, Astralwerks/DFA]

Hot Chip "Just Like We (Breakdown) (DFA Remix)" [2006, "Over And Over" single]