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LOOSEWORLD x Waverly Films: Reggie Watts in F_CK SH_T STACK from LOOSEWORLD on Vimeo.
[by way of the glorious boing boing which had it by way of others]
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So I don’t know wtf this song is about. As I keep listening I am waiting to be punked. But no, this is for real in all of its glorious commie glory. This thing is ripe for internet meme. I do wish for what ever drug hommie is sucking down.
Beats out the Lil’ Wayne inflicted and star studded version that is to raise money for the earthquake wrecked Haiti by a few hours. Beats it in quality too. Much better. Good enough to beat a few more bucks out of my wallet again. Enjoy, and donate.
[via the facebook]
This is sublime. Maurice Andre records were a mainstay of my musical education. Crystal clear sound and impeccable taste in musical choice. He set the standard for BAroque brass playing. Period.
Then surfing around for a repost of his glorious version of the first movement of the Haydn I found this. Dizzy and Maurice jamming out. Wow. Slightly square but he hangs with a god of jazz.
Perfect for Metal Mondays. Enjoy!
Due to lack of demand or viewership I am adding a long unawaited installment of Metal Mondays. This one sums it all up as one unifying best of worst of video. Oh yeah, got from the Merlin Mann.
[Via Boing Boing]
Leonard Bernstein encapsulates the essence of the borrowed, stolen and melting pot majesty that is American folk music. It is the stuff most Americans have not understood and ramble ignorantly around with Lady GaGa pumped directly into their ears. [before you call me out for hating its on my ipod too] I wonder what Lenny would have said about post-disco pop and rap? It would be nice to have someone bring to light how utterly and wonderfully derivative they are both to the laundry list of music he quotes off but to the American experience in the national forum like he had in all of his tv series. We hate public tv and corporate monsters are more concerned with late night tv, the internets will dose out the red pills slowly.
He follows up his ode to the language and music by passing the baton off to Aaron Copland for a little bit of his own melting pot masterwork, “Fanfare for the Common Man”.
1994. It was in freshman music theory course that sat across the room the hottest woman I had ever seen in my eighteen years previous. A vocalist in calf-high black leather boots with tight, short dresses and red hair. She was referred to as “Hot Chick”. Not out of some macho demeaning reason, but for the fact that I was too chicken shit to actually speak to her. Roommate nagged me to go for it. He could speak because he had a hot girlfriend back home. Me, I was fat and geeky. Crush With Eyeliner became my Hot Chick anthem.
Mid semester Roommate and I sat at Miami Subs [now some one off Mexican joint] across from UCF stuffing our face with gyros. Hot Chick sits down in the booth next to me. And spoke, to me. And she fucking new my name. Let me repeat, the girl that Michael Stipe had penned his ode to* knew my fucking name.
I just pissed myself and rambled incoherently. Roommate probably put her up to it. I can’t help rewriting the speech every time Peter Buck pounds his Rickenbacker tremolo wall of sound through the wires.
* actually an ode to the New York Dolls but Hot Chick’s aesthetic taste would likely approve the dedication
My god, I lived this very song for about 3 minutes in life and listened incessantly for 3 years years. Barry [roommate] would use this miserable example as counter to his musical taste be hard and mine pretty.
None the less, one of the best story arcs to be passed through as a love song. This is high school in America. Although Recovering Satellites was my CC of choice for much longer and still today.
As far as pretty music, Barry I still got your Prong disc bitch. Hah. [should I tell them about that Celtic flute shit]
Greg Dulli and his Afghan Whigs were burned by the nasty grunge label of the nineties and underrated enough to be ignored. Gentleman was one of a few handful of records that helped me finish up adolescence and get out of high school.
Brilliant piece of inspired mashup. Metal + Muppets = Mayhem
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