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I'm stressed, I just started a new job, I'm vulnerable.
Dissin' Flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast.
There is no documentary I'm looking forward to more than Alley Pat: The Music is Recorded. James "Alley Pat" Patrick is an Atlanta treasure:
From a design standpoint, all objects are facing / going inwards to draw attention to the main photo of Bill Paxton.
This is one of the worst things I've ever read.
Pay attention to the 1:14 mark. Anyone working today would bring in the twist. Mix it up. Make you feel bad for going along for the ride on the "fat wife" riff. Not Combs!
It's the glee.
No Simonsen this time, but set your recording devices for this Sunday anyway.
Hey Lorne, the other one even looks skinny enough to play Obama:
Obama plays to a room full of Olds and runs that hacky bit about non-northern schools closing due to ice and snow. Shameful. What's next, Mr. President? Talking about the run on milk and bread?
[Skip the stupid video, all you need are the text guts.]
So's you don't ruin your appreciation of the finer things.
"He seemed to those accustomed to the usual run of office boys almost perfect."
I think they're holding auditions you guys!!!
Like watching a real nightmare.
I'll take "The Rapist" for $500.
I realize, now, that I have been swimming, many times, with sorcerers.
Finally. DJ Douggpound gets his SDXE due.
Not sure if it'll be like his T&E live show warm-up DJ action, or this previous false start-y thing:
Or maybe like these older things?:
"On a sesame seed bun!"
"Are you a sweater?"
Salad, sure. But weave 'em right and you're set for ice cream.
I'm sure there's a bootleg Calvin and Hobbes sticker that sums up my feelings about this.
Patton gears up for Cliff Givens-level celebrity.
Video this year (go back in time if you want the 2006):
Feeling generous today -- I'm going to match Jim's contributions, piece for piece.
Gonna dress you up in my love.
So close your eyes and hold your breath, and I'mma hitcha with the blow of death.
"Typically, I would never advocate the addition of meat to a sweet cookie, but I've always viewed bacon as 'the candybar of meats' so I only felt slightly weird about it."
30 Rock-quality green screen:
Eager to hear a preview of the album I'll be purchasing this Tuesday, I found a version floating around online. Not sure if I've just never seen this, or it's actually taken this long for someone to come up with the idea, but look what someone stuck in the middle of my record!
Tom's gonna run through the Bond movies. Fun categories!
[Never would have predicted that my 60-year-old dad's comedy idol would cross paths with the likes of Chelsea P. Warms my heart.]
Pro tip: RSS TECHNOLOGY will allow you access to future posts from the newly redesigned Tim and Eric WEBSITE.
I've been totally ripping off a lot of these recently.
"I am trying to say, 'Watch this, and you will be rewarded. Watch this. Pay attention.' It costs us a lot of money to shoot stuff. When I spend three seconds showing you a prop, that is for your delight. I am not telling you that the Relaxacizor is going to be used to murder someone. I am telling you, 'Look at this strange underwear that she's going to put on!'"
Avoid the spoilers and skip this interview with Matt Weiner until you've caught up on Mad Men. Netflix it up once it hits DVD. But come back and read when you've finished season one. Great stuff.
What's happening to my special purpose?
Eat it, Paul's Boutique.
"I was stuck like a worm. My eyes were as big as grapefruits," he said. "I can't describe the feeling in my stomach. I can't move up or down. The bars are on your face."
- J. Hanna, working you over with declarative sentence magic.
15 minute volley time! Madness!
Just in time for the end of summer: the rarely-seen Spencer Elden training sessions.
Not to mention Ghostface's "vividly rendered story about (seriously) going grocery-shopping at Pathmark and spilling milk on his pants."
Please be good.
Don't they make all the music that goes on it?
[it's just a wonderful photo from twentyonepictures is all.]
"Surprise your mouth with the smoked salt and sweet milk chocolate combination."
Okay. Don't look, mouth.
And I really have to see The Foot Fist Way now too. Thanks, PO.
[via the Super Deluxe!]
(also: that little guy will never not get me.)
[via Dead Frog.]
From the YouTube description:
"1,500 plus CPDRC inmates of the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center, Cebu, Philippines at practice! This is not the final routine, and definitely not a punishment! just a teaser."
AND! Ed's doin' it.
One year at the new job. Zero stall visits.
Alternate, less-accurate SL: I. Ron's Breathalyzer Challenge.
Shy ladies crowded around the punchbowl on the other side.
Oh! To bring them together! Maybe Aerosmith's Crazy will do the trick?
Unlike Conan O'Double, I AM "crazy about the pounding garage-rock songs where Jack really overdoses on guitar-noise."
It's a legit question.
Also, I can't imagine what it's like to be sitting there seconds to air -- all tense with the knowledge that you might get to do a full half-minute of your stand-up act during WU! Under pressure! 11:29, baby!
[via Adrock [and gang]'s little blog thingy.]
You need to pick up the pace with your peanut butter consumption, Grandpa.
"He's a bit picky."
You always expect to see something cool, but it never delivers.
In a comment on the original MySpace page, a Kelly LeBrock-smitten David Tash reveals this as the home where it all went down.
We're gonna talk about butty on this plate.
Were you bacon?
Really get in there and mull it over.
Guy got him. He's still working the material out, and the guy got him.
Last fall when the Nike+ 45:33 thing came out, I would pretty much yog to it JUST to hear the part that eventually turned into "Someone Great". I wanted to run to that part and only that part forever and ever.
Murphy talks about the transition (or the unintentional one) from "Someone Great" to "All My Friends" in this Breihan piece, but I really wish he'd talk about the 15:47 transition from twinkly to dark that the Nike thing does. I love that just as much as the song itself.
[Come black for part 2!]
"Break bread with you."
(bonus: interview where he doesn't discuss his latest pet phrases.)
And yeah, Chip Fu's enthusiasm makes you wanna dig that record back up fast.
( To catch up: spend $.75 x 31 here. )
Cut from Yorke's K. Smithian first draft playlist: commentary on "Dr. Octagon's early production work with Ultramagnetic MCs" and a brief bit of insight into "how well Mistadobalina fits into the Gorillaz."
I can't listen to STREAMS. Horrible. Streams are completely useless when I'm trying to use my device (acrylic push-button model) in the car. So here's last Thursday's Fresh Air with Sacha Baron Cohen in mp3 format.
Michael Showalter's back is capable of many things.
Wood Harris: not that into it.
Fill1965: hey every1! r u having fun?
x amount: cool
Fill1965: wazup x amount? do you hav a boyfriend?
x amount: cool
Fill1965: how old r u?
x amount: Cheetahlicious
Skillz - "The Rap Up 2006"
Sabreur, annulus, firm, drama!
(Also: death to the infidels!)
[via TS's email newsletter in which even he is all "what the?"]
Seriously though. This should help.
Nothing would be better for SNL's 2008 campaign skits-n-bits-ery than NOT going with the standard, Hammond-esque, by the numbers impression-fest. Of course the idea that Lorne would actually insert a random, hilarious Will Forte character into the mix is wishful thinking.
In conclusion, and in summary, vote for Tim Calhoun for Candidate for President for America for goodbye.
I never could unload all that Nelly.
God > JFK, Ghostface, MLK, Seinfeld.
Then good luck during Armageddon or Africa.
Can I keep reading C. Thomas Breihan? 'Cause I'm gonna.
I've recently adopted Dr. Red Duke's sure-fire conversation-killer in which he asks if everything has an iPod jack. SAMPLE USAGE:
Dr.: What did you do Saturday night?
Me: I made love to my wife in front of the fire on the bearskin rug.
Dr.: Right. Does it have a jack for your iPod?
"The people who buy music are the people who don't know how to download it, so they don't have any way of knowing what people on the internet are saying about the new Jay-Z album, and they probably wouldn't care anyway."
"A check of Craigslist's San Diego site yesterday showed such items as Chargers tickets, cars, trucks, bikes, electronics, household items and a children's computer starter kit, which included a keyboard, mouse and software."
(but no free baby boy.)
David Milch is working to make sure that the camera is stationed at a tearless and unblinking distance.
Nice of the defendant's lawyer to invoke Billy Crystal in the motion.
While we're all sending invites, I asked Will over to clink forks with us at a tense family dinner.
Hank Shocklee explains that he likes the low-res sound because "you can't pick out the exact instrument and things that are going on, and it kind of meshes it all together, so the frequencies of where the guitar and the bass come in are not clearly defined."
Then he steal your wife and touch horse in very bad way.
James Bond is like a 5th grade version of me with the watches. Where's your thermometer watch, spy nerd?
Little three-year-old x junior came home from pre-school the other day telling us how they said the Pledge of Allegiance every day. At three! The whole daily RECITE WORDS TO PROVE YOU'RE DOWN thing feels kinda fascist now, doesn't it? A little? So I hit the wiki to figure out when we all started doing that business. Best part (that I somehow missed the first time around): the great Dr. Pepper scandal of 2001.
This show is about the creative process. It's not about getting shouts out.
Can you believe it's been ten years since Kid Koala's Scratchscratchscratch? He's got a new mixtape out now. Much easier to find this time around. It's got a few old-school-Z-Trip-like rock deals. Like this one:
Kid Koala - "Slew Test 2"
( You can even get this Your Mom's Favorite DJ mixtape on compact disc this time around! )
"I let out a grunt, squatted down, back up, grunt again. That's it," explained Argibay. "Basically, grunt, grunt, basic breathing in heavy, and breathing out."
Novelties. Party tricks.
My next birthday party will be here. NERD IT UP.
Keep paperwads in your neckpouch!
Jesse's been hyping this troupe forever. The stuff he's played on the show has always been good. I suggest you subscribe to the new Kasper Hauser Comedy Podcast.
Pretty sure the helmet wearer has an itty-bitty Dennis Quaid floating around inside him.
The Mac nerd world jumped on this video days ago, but they didn't have such snappy supplementals. See the SL above and the fantastic smash-em-up below:
Jay-R - "My Other Car is a Beatle"
When there's a gap in the prime time schedule, the local ABC affiliate trots out Atlanta's own Monica Kaufman and her Barbara Walters-esque profiler Monica Kaufman Closeups. It usually features local-ish celebs: Braves and Falcons and Hawks and Foxworthys. But here's what will suck you in to the first couple of minutes of the show: she uses the Streethawk theme as her theme music. A Streethawk refresher:
Turns out that theme song wasn't just some random deal. It was by those Krautrock wizards of the 70s and 80s, Tangerine Dream.
Tangerine Dream - "Le Parc" (Please observe 15 seconds of silence before the synthsplosion.)
( Pure coincidence that this came out today? YES. )
I've had this stupid Kaufman theme nugget in my head since the old blog days, but it wasn't until I finally bit the bullet and dove into Destroyer's excellent 2001 record Streethawk: a Seduction that I decided to post it up.
Destroyer - "Virgin With a Memory"
( Beggars might be advised to ride their motorbike over to the store and get the rest of the record. )
Nobody is working, nobody has a happy relationship, everyone looks terrible, and everybody is depressed.
Both sides were forced to "make small talk."
Well, not really. Apparently this Bashton (who? ah, the LITESkiNNEd NEgro) track was produced back in 2003 right as Grand Royal was folding. Proper limited EP release on Mischief Records this fall:
Bashton - "Can I Eat? [produced by Adrock]"
Previously in the Adrock production series:
Not many care about Mike Patton anymore. All My Children does:
President Nazarbayev will visit the White House and the Bush family compound in Maine when he flies in for talks that will include the fictional character Borat.
Don't miss the Ricky Powell cameo.
Can you feel it? Can you feel it coming on?
This is one fantastic beverage review.
Cause we just wanna hear the truth:
I like the mp3s you put on your blog. I am with the San Francisco experimental pop band the Ebb and Flow.
In fact we are considering naming our new record "Recidivist's Recital"!
Could a solicitation be any more perfect? While the parallel naming thing would be enough to garner them a listen, the idea that they have this modifiable line as a part of their form letter is enough to garner them a post. Think of the carefully crafted others:
In fact we are considering naming our new record "Fluxblog's Follies"!
..."Moistworks's Moist Works"!
But guess what? They've got a fun website and good music. Here's a taste of the pop:
I jump in my car on Friday in my casual office gear heading to NY or wherever to do a show that night. I've even flown out to Brussels and they didn't know the difference. It's really bizarre, but it's the way I roll now. If this breaks and someone finds out about it at work all of sudden they would find out that I'm going all over the country every weekend.
-- Greg Gillis on his double life.
Biomedical engineer by day, Girl Talk by night.
A couple of years ago, I did up a post about failed attempts to integrate hip-hop into the natural soundtrack of a TV show. The crux of the thing revolved around one song that stuck out on The Wire. Here's that track:
Turns out Breihan just did up a nice The Wire piece about how the show itself has influenced hip-hop.
Finally, here's a bonus Akro track from his upcoming album:
Akrobatik - "Beast Mode [featuring Mr. Lif]"
( Surely the Canadian can tell you where to buy his music )
But the CGI'd hair does look pretty real.
IF YOU CAN’T SEE MY MIRRORS, I CAN’T SEE YOU.
(I’m not trying to be petty. It’s just that my small collection of delicate, handcrafted mirrors means a lot to me, you uncaring jerk.)
SHAC's got a splendid new site. Bring on the wallpapers please.
Blah blah blah, regular old news article with an old dude going on about how there's gonna be a huge hurricane someday, but then! This!:
"The subways are going to flood. Some people might think 'Hey, I'll go into the subways and I'll be safe.' No, they are going to flood."
I BUY UGLY HOUSES!
(Like tons of them. I can't help myself. Everybody's bought at least one ugly house in the past.)
The original script reminds me of Steve Martin's great response to being addressed as "Mr. Martin:"
"No, no. Please. It's Mr. Steve Martin."
Bill Murray on retirement and police chases.
Note: The AP reporter must have somehow distracted Murray (in the name of journalism? at the cost of celebrity vigilantism?). While the video below doesn't show the whole chase, earlier in the ordeal the driver absolutely tore a golf course UP.
[late edit: not via the gf, but my bad for not checking in until today.]
Seems like the returns would be minimal for this kind of cross-movie, hand-drawn animation reuse.
Dr. Kirby has made it easy to think of liposuction as a kind of casual thing you do when you get the hankerin'.
And then you escape out the fake rock Dharma hatch.
Recidivism -- your favorite online web portal -- will continue to publish for years!
Doesn't play out exactly like you think it will, but it's still pretty fascinating:
Back when The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy (most fun if pronounced "hiffo-prissy") loped onto the scene, Dr. Red Duke and I were initially hyped that we'd found us another Public Enemy. Stentorian baritone! Politically charged lyrics! Here we go!
After a few weeks of trying real hard to make it our new favorite thing we both came to the same conclusion: classic PE works best with the comic foil that Flavor Flav provides. DHoH just had that one big Michael Franti voice. No Ernie-laughing high-pitched clown to help break up the HEAVY.
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - "Language of Violence"
( available on iTunes, Ian Rogers's purported drug of a nation )
From that, I learned not to make the same mistake and to just relax: there can't be another PE. Still, there's this one Mr. Lif track on the new record that actually manages to come wonderfully close. "The Fries."
Fast Food Nation-esque big business dissatisfaction? It's got that going on. But it's also got funny punchlines in the mix. And if you were to mathematically average Chuck D and Flavor Flav's voices? You'd absolutely get Mr. Lif. Otherwise, I have a pretty difficult time trying to describe his distinctive voice at all.
Even El-P's production is a suitable facsimile of the best early Bomb Squad work: he's finally integrated enough funk with the noise to help things bounce. Check that glorious "Holy Ghost" breakdown. Mucked up just enough but still wholly danceable.
Mr. Lif - "The Fries"
Bonus track! Wadud Ahmad gets all "Pollywannacracka" Chuck D in the chorus of this new Roots cut:
The Roots - "False Media"
( We don't need it, do we? No, we do. Just not yet. )
I was in the 7th grade and my sister was in the 3rd. You know how sometimes the skin on the bottom of your foot will start to peel off? And it's pretty addictive to go for the biggest one-piece peels you can get? So I peeled off a bunch of my foot skin, got it wet, and balled it up. When it dried, I gave it to my sister and told her that it was delicious rock candy (a treat we'd heard about but never acquired). She ate it and tried to act like she liked it.
Jesse does the SNL cast update news and upcoming season-prep post that I was too lazy [sunday! ha ha! have you SEEN this viral video?] to put together.
Doesn't get much better than Method Man detailing the mechanics of writing rhymes:
I be in that studio racking my brains to make two words rhyme together as well as say some shit in between those two words that make sense. And then, on top of that, transition between those two words to forming words into a sentence that has something to do with what I just fucking said. You know how much work go into that shit? And then to be understood over all that? You know how much work it take to do all that shit?
Also: his comics pull list is out of control and unchecked in years, Cheese is out of jail in S4 of The Wire, and the new hair bands make him work. Fantastic interview.
Coupla on fire posts out of Peretti today. I love that my first impression of this latest one was that everyone was jammed onto one long Pippi Longstocking horse. I didn't even really process the fact that it wasn't the longest horse in the world until I committed to linking it up.
I know that Dr. Red Duke normally handles the CNN links, but I wanted to stand behind him on this one. Now excuse me while I go call him again (3 of 4).
My favorite part of this article is the editorializing going on in the fourth paragraph. The only thing missing is a closing "Seriously, you guys. Knock it off."
I am dumb because I never dove into the very good band that is called: Yo La Tengo.
Public Enemy. You thought they didn't release anything post-Bomb Squad that was worth much, right? WRONG. They only released one of the most amazing tracks of all time. Sure it was recorded during the Fear of a Black Planet sessions, but still.
First, the history:
Public Enemy - "Burn Hollywood Burn"
Now, the gem. Buried on 2002's Revolverlution (hooboy with the titles anymore, guys) was this complete and utter classic. I've listened to it a million times and it still cracks me up.
Public Enemy - "The Making Of Burn Hollywood Burn"
Flavor Flav Friday Follies! Gotta love that he's riffing it up with Kane over the phone at his mom's house. Also gotta love all that fantastic 1990 Flavor Slang. If you grew up on that good PE ish, this is late-in-life perfection.
Must be exhausting when your collector-based hobby intersects with your desire for sample-fodder.
SHAC DVD on the way. Special thanks to Pete Miser? He's a robot!
Jews for both Jesus and Steve Jobs.
But it's impossible to look at it and not read it out loud and in character.
Guess this get-up would have been a bit too meta for the duo?
A number of years ago I picked my eye doctor on the basis of his name: Dr. Wener. Pronounced exactly like you want it to be. Older dude. Maybe late 50s? Nice herb-y white guy. Or so I thought.
Went to see him for the first time in six months yesterday and found him sporting a new look: shiny, reflective bald. Dude became a dead ringer for Lex Luthor. With my head in the eye-examination vise, I complimented him on his new look. He explained (without prodding!) that he'd worn a toupee for years, but that the office got up a vote for this new thing. Nice. Omar can fill you in on the rest of the office (apparently I'm not the only one picking opthamalagists based on last name affinity with Oscar Mayer), but you should know that Wener was probably the only one who could actually count the follicular fashion votes with any degree of accuracy.
Anyway, my cell phone starts ringing in the middle of the exam. I hate my cell phone, usually have it on vibrate, and still haven't figured out how shut it up when it goes off audibly. I fumble around, turn it off, and Wener goes (in complete, but exclamation-point-free, sincerity): "Wow. That's your phone? That ringtone is great. Sounds like TV in the '70s."
TV in the '70s! Herb-y, bald, Spacey-as-Luthor Dr. We[i]ner was digging on my Kill Bill heisted sound effects ring tone. Dude got 100x cooler in one visit.
The Rza - "Flip Sting"
( My soundtrack has a first disc: it's Kill Bill: Volume 1 )
On the new The Impossible: Mission, Pt. 1 odds and sods mixtape, Posdnous seems to forget that it was "that early '90s flow" that helped make De La Soul is Dead the best sophomore effort to come out of the Native Tongues posse (Disagree? You pick LET? Go vote!).
De La Soul - "What the F**k #1 / De La Soul's Poster"
( Fat Beats in my head; mixtape moves my feet. )
Prepare yourself, Dr. Red Duke. TREASURE TROVE. Not the least of which is theodore's fantastically trippy seven-part documentary The Von Erichs: Of Birth and Blood. Go ahead and spoil yourself by diving into part five (featuring Herve Villechaize's slightly premature ruminations on suicide):
[I know I'm late on this virus, but it's a bit more relevant now.]
But her bathroom mirror sounds HOTT.
I kinda wanted to join the deafening chorus at the end of 2005 and offer up my own top ten music list thingy. But then Dr. Red Duke went and skewered the entire notion. Fine. I'll just do a mid-year thing. If you release music after this post and before 2007 kicks off, you're screwed.
5. Ghostface Killa - Fishscale
Here's the sell: I only took like 3 or 4 tracks out of rotation. The rest got 3 or more stars. For a 20+ track rap record, that's pretty amazing.
4. Juiceboxxx - R U There God?? Itz Me Juiceboxxx
Did this come out in '06? I don't know. It did for me, at least.
That "Do You Want 2 Hear It?" track is still such a MONSTER JAM. Attempt to play it in a sealed-up car and you will look like a bouncing idiot.
3. Half-Handed Cloud - Halos & Lassos
As excited as I was when it came out, I didn't really talk this one up. It kinda seemed a bit too me-only. Last year's release had enough sonic variety to trick people into thinking it was more than just a melodic blitz of catchiness. This one leans so heavily on the delightful (to me at least!) Omnichord that it ends up being a harder sell. Halos & Lassos is ultimately just as catchy and just as chock-full of insanely wonderful melodies as any previous Ringhofer release -- you just gotta either be in nostalgic love with the sound of the Omnichord, or be prepared to give the record the three listens required to allow the mental subtraction of the instrument.
Oh, and I totally dig the one-release-a-year thing that Half-Handed Cloud has going on. In fact, I'd be willing to effectively pay more per track for my favorite artists if they'd put out shorter albums every year instead of longer ones every two.
2. T.I. - King
Ultimately, this record is main reason I'm doing this mid-year thing. When Breihan put it in his first quarter list, I noticed but didn't bother tracking it down for a month or so. Then I wanted to post about it, but was too busy listening and never got around to it. ERROR CORRECTION time.
"Get It" kicks off with some P.E.-grade siren action, a referee whistle, and a high-school band horn section. And that's all before the shuffle-y, bass-heavy track even starts. Come on. That's enough right?
T.I. - "Get It"
1. Regina Spektor - Begin to Hope
I love this record as much as Omar has commented in the very thread that introduced me to it. Get in there and get started if you haven't already.
( All of the above can be found in various online stores and whatnot. Click there. )
You may have already snagged much of this Chocolate Swim EP from other sources already, but it pretty much blows away that disappointing Danger Doom freebie. Obviously you'll want to snag the Edan remix, but also grab that Lady SOV and "Wylin' Out" remix if you don't already have it. Also: skip the full album download thingy. It plops a single useless file into your downloads folder and causes you to have to go back and right clickety right click each track after all.
It's a good thing they end up sticking him in the cloudy crystal cathedral -- cause even after all their painstaking attempts at escaping the uncanny valley, Bizarro Brando still comes across like a fake-y Jurassic Park monkey.
Public Enemy has never been against animals.
Warren Ellis (Nextwave, Desolation Jones, Planetary -- in order of my favorite ongoing stuff from him) on his first TV writing experience and the economy and precision of West Wing and Arrested Development scripts.
Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese.
I'm sure this lit up the political sites, but I kinda expected to see it all over the Non-Boring Internet as well. It's pretty much classic Bush funtimes -- but this time totally Zucker Abrahams Zuckered up.
Shortly after ribbing the blind man for wearing "shades," Bush unwittingly commandeered Helen Thomas's walker for use as an ersatz swimming trunks clothesline ("My bathin' suit's still wet!"), and then stumbled his way into officiating a Special Olympics qualification round ("You goofy kids gonna run in a straight line or what?").
I normally avoid the annoying stream-y Myspace music craps, but this latest Pitchfork (anyone see their site go all weird and blogified yesterday?) report on The Go! Team sucked me right into their cover of Bull in the Heather. It's kinda too straight-ahead. But they did pump up that fun Steve Shelley drum shuffle right after the chorus. Now you can dance even more!
It's over there in the right-side column on the home page. Down at the bottom of the individual post pages.
Bizarrely related ads make reading my Gmail serendipitous fun; let's see what they do to the site here. There's already an ad for a Dancin' James Brown Doll (immediate shipping; secure ordering!). So that's a start.
I'm pretty sure a visit to this Kroger/SunTrust/Carrabba's fakery in full swing would be like stepping into a Kaufman/Jonze film.
What is precious? The idea that this phenomenon might actually be established protocol.
Richard L. Spencer, lead singer for The Winstons, stumbles into a thread about one of the most sampled breaks in history and comments on the fact that neither he nor drummer Greg Coleman were even aware of the usage.
Folks have speculated for a while that they never saw royalties, but to not know that your work was practically the cornerstone for a large chunk of electronic music is just insane. At least James Brown and Clyde Stubblefield were aware that they'd been screwed. (Wonder if James Brown paid himself back when he enlisted Full Force to jack "Funky Drummer" on I'm Real?)
But you're kind of jacking like 3 million college kids' MySpace quote thingies with that line.
But. We're getting there.
I hope somebody got Mike D dancing like that one girl.
And what’s wrong with Palatino, brother!?
I thought about turning this into a Miami Vice soundtrack post. After all, the first tape I ever put down my own allowance for was the Miami Vice soundtrack. The first rap I ever memorized was "Vice" by Grandmaster Melle Mel.
But Jan won't let me. His unbridled keytarific enthusiasm (minute 1:35! yes!) means this post will ultimately be all about him.
[via the comment thread on my new favorite t-shirt.]
Bonus downloadable content!:
De La Soul - "Eye Know (The Know It All Mix)"
This trailer for 30 Rock doesn't make it look as sitcom-y as I feared. The writer sessions with impression boy look to be especially fun.
Except for a few years after we moved from TX to GA and it wasn't available yet, I've been eating a bowl of Homemade Vanilla every night since I was a kid.
The guest on this Belgian talk show was the victim of a botched surgery in which his testicles were removed:
[note: Even if this is some fake-o overseas Mentos dealy (someone please prove it real!), it's still good.]
Might as well make it a Hacky Comic AST Two-fer and link up this surprisingly entertaining two-page thread on Gallagher. It gets off to a rocky start, but stick with it for the depressing Paul Rust and Jesse tales.
All down there and yanking and yanking.
Chestnut v. Kobayashi. 07.04.06.
Shadow's finished his new record, and he wants us all to RELAX OUR BACK. I'm not complaining (my vertebrae are perfectly aligned), but I can see how experiment-averse folks might be worried following his recent limited output.
For me, nothing was funnier than David Banner yelling "DJ Shadow up in this mother..." on that last bit of guest production. But this new thing is funnier. I laugh every time the SL word up there is used to toast Shadow and some bonkers beat-work into what starts off sounding like a typical M. Ciccone-laced drum and bass track.
DJ Fresh vs. DJ Shadow - "Closer"
( Maybe you like the DJ Fresh bun as much as the DJ Shadow meat? )
This new Chelsea Peretti short that she made with Adam Wade is fun in that you get a bit of the non-SHAC Peretti ("Boompies?") -- a more REAL LIFE take on our favorite comedienne. And I don't know much about the Adam Wade -- I still need to dive into his site proper -- but I get a fun Ronnie Simonsen vibe off the guy. Wonder what his Billy Graham impression is like.
[English translation in the comments below the yum, yum, yummy video.]
Look out tall-bike nerds. Here come the longboarders.
Thanks to jerks like "Beau" blabbing to the papers, gems and rarities like the original 13 minute Bottle Rocket short will be gone before you know it:
Speaking of the tooting and the rocking, Kevin Smith recently wrapped up his nine part epic "Me and My Shadow" post series following Jason Mewes's drug addiction. Start with that first part there and then figure out how to work your way forward. It's a big, long read, but if you like the drug tales with the lapsing and the relapsing, it's worth it.
Ultramag is long gone (Or are they?). And that Dr. Octagon record sure came out a long time ago, huh? Well, Dr. Octagon is dead too (Or is he? Umm, yeah.). And it's been spotty mcgee for that Kool Keith rascal ever since.
Which is where the selection afforded by a track-by-track digital world comes in handy. There's this new Kool Keith project called Project Polaroid. The beats are actually pretty consistently decent and end up sounding about how that album cover looks. The problem is that they're all so very boringly mid-tempo. Save one delicious, cherry-picked one:
Project Polaroid - "Digital Engineering"
( Shake a few more at the iTMS )
They don't call the vampire with math fetish monster, and me pretty sure he undead and drinks blood.
I don't care how gracefully goofy she is -- if Karen O was standing over my shoulder while I was importing pictures into iPhoto, I bet you a million bucks she'd be all, "Ugh. Can you please delete that one?"
Jay Babcock (ex-Grand Royal, Mean) bumrushes Godsmack.
Oh no. Please.
Even if they offer a Mahky.
OTHER ACTIVITIES NOT RELATED TO THE CONDUCT OF THE FLIGHT.
And the guy bringing it has a surprisingly strong delivery. I don't even know if this is PODCAST or not, but I don't care this time. I'll just leave the tab open and watch it IN BROWSER every day. Until I get sick of it. Then I won't have to worry about subscribing, unsubscribing, deleting, or WRECKING my car.
If you are able to be described as "very urban-like," I suggest you pick a cooler nickname than "The Kentukian."
Also, Copperfield sucks at naming tricks on the fly.
American Treasure George Saunders returns this month with a new collection of short stories: In Persuasion Nation. You'll want to digest no more than one story a day -- of course, doing so will cause you to long for a 365 day supply. Or maybe they could shorten the year by 353 days. Either way: 12 stories, many of which you've already read scattered about. (Note: one previously published story, The Barber's Unhappiness, not collected in IPN, can instead be listened to. Also note that it is not George Saunders doing the reading. It is someone else.)
So last week, a few of us who previously provided mailing addresses in exchange for commemorative t-shirts were treated to a surprise postal package containing all manner of promotional IPN treats. Not the least of which is the signed and numbered chapbook you see embedded in this post. The rest of the loot (temporary tattoos, iron-ons, a double-sided poster, etc.) is pictorially depicted after the jump, but you might still be able to get in on the fun yourself by filling out a simple web form!
I'm pretty impressed with Anderson's vocal delivery ("Making movies. How do youdoit? What'sitlike? Lemme just tell these guys one thing."). Apparently, the guy can bring it in front of the camera as well.
No it is not it is a fantastic piece of documentation.
Sorry to bust out the hoary, hacky American Pie reference as my way in, but John Simpson's "personal favorite" distracted commuter example is pretty fun.
I have had to cut down on the video iPod business recently -- unless I'm just sitting there in complete stop-and-go grossness, it's just too hard. Or maybe I'm in a GOOD MUSIC cycle right now?
Ultimately though, it's the mental excursions allowed by the UK's "bathing costume" terminology that make this article really work. Detachable wings, glitter, a tail, feathers, googly eyes, etc.
Tony Brummel congratulates Steve Jobs on beating cancer. Victory!
I certainly can’t get behind Dan LeRoy's Thunder Lightning Strike = Paul's Boutique comparison in terms of the music -- even sociologically, I'm not sure the argument stands up. 1994-5 is so very much not 1989, and I had to double up and check to make sure that the virgin-eared largehearted boy wasn't ghost-authoring these book notes. But I'll cut him some slack since he so completely nails the brilliance of "Shake Your Rump."
On the Car Wash soundtrack, [Rose Royce's "6 O’Clock DJ (Let’s Rock)"]'s just an instrumental throwaway, a little over a minute long and notable only for the fatness of its Moog bassline. What Matt Dike and the Dust Brothers did with that sound on "Shake Your Rump," however, is remarkable; they chopped it up, turned it inside out and made it groove in a completely new way. If you had to pick the most memorable audio component from Paul’s Boutique, this sample would probably be the winner – and it wasn’t just some great hook ripe for the plucking, either.
-- Dan LeRoy, from his book notes submission for The Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique (33 1/3).
Rose Royce – "6 O’Clock DJ (Let’s Rock)"
( Put your money where your mouth is. )
I remember trying to mine the samples on PB (pre-Internet!), and stumbling across the Car Wash OST. I was so excited -- I'd heard tales of how the Dust Bros. had completely plundered the record. This was it! I would now have two albums worth of perfection! But no. Hearing Car Wash well after memorizing PB reduced the soundtrack to a big mess of quiet, powerless music with stray bits of sample fodder strewn across it. Talk about disappointment.
Gruber always fires me up. This is the write-up I've been waiting for since Apple dropped the Boot Camp [Clik!] news yesterday.
When I first met DOP, I'd already been playing his self-produced demo tape on the show for a few weeks. LL from Criminal gave me the tape, said that a little white kid was behind it, and that it was really good hip-hoppy stuff. She was right. Anyway, I started into my show and in rolled this weirdo-looking dude who was the antithesis of the standard white-kids-trying-to-look-black that typically showed up to pimp their stuff. He had horrible long hair and big sunglasses and some sort of trucker hat-like thing. This was 1996, I think? Anyway, he kept coming back to the show, week after week. I eventually learned that the hair was a wig.
So Juiceboxxx is the new DOP, updated for the '06. He's also a little white kid, likes to wear the funny get-ups, and makes devastating hip-hop. I mean really, really great stuff. Where DOP's early business was more Shadow and Dust Bros-inspired, Juiceboxxx dabbles more in the 82-87 timeframe, both beats-wise and simplistic rhymes-wise.
This Juiceboxxx track I'm posting will crush you. It is a bona-fide computer speaker rattler in the grand tradition of cheerleader routine dance music (a style that needs a blow-out post of its own).
Juiceboxxx - "Do You Want 2 Hear It?"
( Only 8 bucks for the full record. WORTH IT. )
Bonus "Thunder Jam #1" video for the full visual effect:
Scientific evidence suggests that even the fetuses inside of mothers watching that commercial are getting (1) dumber and (2)...
How would you say that your material has changed with time?
I think it's become a little more of a meal rather than little snacks. You first get up there and you're like, "How can I take this idea that I have and make a little comedy snack out of it." I think, now, when I get on the stage I'm trying to, like a chef, a four-course dinner onstage. A couple of times a year, you come off stage and think, "I came pretty close there. That was a nice, well rounded meal I gave them." People react to that. They come up to you later and say, "Hey, that was great. You really brought it all together." I feel like they sense that. If you try to serve up something that's not just little jokes, if they get a sense of who you are or you give them a hint as to what's going on with you, I feel that that's what I'm striving for lately. If you ever get close, it's a real kick in the pants and I enjoy it.
-- Tom Shillue, in this big, long interview. And it sounds like the second CD he'll be working on is gonna be gold.
Shadow's keeping his grimy Bay Area mix-tape production work going:
David Banner - "Seeing Thangs [ft. Nump & Gold]"
But I'm feeling E-40's (not produced by Shadow) new one more. Computer noises! Hawaii Five-0 drums! Beatbox! NBA video game soundtrack ready chorus!:
[Banner/Shadow via shady forum dealings. E-40 via Razorblade Runner.]
Still waiting for Jesse's defense of Chevy Chase -- until he brings it, let's enjoy a clip from the debut of Chase's 1993 talk show, where he facilitated delightfully stilted conversation with a denim-clad Goldie Hawn, lamely dropped a cake near her son (the boy may have rocked the Brian Austin Green hair back then, but little Ollie all grows up!), and then had so very much fun dancing and dancing and dancing some more!
I'm pretty sure that this is the result of one of those Fresca trees growing to full size.
Only not from heaven. From HEALTHY EARTH CLONE.
But MC Serch is still blacker than Prince Paul.
Related, from last October: How Demetri Martin makes jokes.
Cut Chemist [feat. Edan and Mr. Lif] - "Storm"
Kinda dream-team-y, huh?
Yeah, so start looking down, cause I’m sitting at the base level now. I was going to just comment this sad tale into the PO post, but I figured I might as well official it up and get it on the record. I'm trapped and turning into a junkie.
While LL had me diving into the Eightball/Ghost World alterna-comics world during my summer stint at Criminal, I didn’t really pick up anything else until my Chris Ware completism explosion. But then last year alterna-rag Entertainment Weekly sucked me into Alan Moore’s Watchmen. Holy awesome. And the perfect bridge between the crazily layered and textured novel-like world of Ware and the pulpier world of superheroes and costumes. Watchmen is just as landmark-y as they say. I read it last fall and still can’t get it out of my head. It cracked open all kinds of Cold War Armageddon memories I didn’t even realize I had. Watchmen is simply one of the best pieces of fictional media going.
And it had me wanting more. So I started looking around for other bridge-like multimedia deals to soften this inevitable descent into non-alterna-cool comics. I landed on Damon Lindelof’s (that TV show called Lost) 6 issue Ultimate deal. I jumped into Joss Whedon’s Astonishing X-men deal (first arc = great, second arc = not so great, latest issue = not really fixing much but we’ll see, I guess). And then Gardner Linn started trying to help out Hillary and co. and I got all up in Y the Last Man (Up to the 4th collection and extremely big on this. No superheroes! Just a fun sci-fi tale. It too would make a fantastic Lost-y television series) and Warren Ellis’s fun and funny Nextwave.
So yeah, there you go. On the record. Commence whatever it is that you need to do. But at least pick up a copy of Watchmen first.
Scroll past Patton Oswalt's parent's vehement denials of 9/11 conspiracies and you can read some fun stuff about his involvement in the upcoming Borat movie.
S/FJ likes the new Ghostface record.
Dude isn't some girly girl with an eating disorder, I'll tell you that much.
Really, really love the Bushwick Bill step-off and the gun trained on Too Much Trouble's white midget, Bar None.
Back in high school, whenever the topic of tattoo choices came up, Dr. Red Duke had a pretty good stock joke. Most dorks talked about getting Asian symbols and flowers and smiley faces and whatnot. The Dr. always said that if he was to get a tattoo it would be on his ankle and it would be a lovely sofa. Who's laughing now, Dr.? WHO IS LAUGHING AT YOUR HIGH SCHOOL SOFA JOKE NOW?
So far so good on this iTunes Multi-Pass The Colbert Report subscription. My first concern was whether or not the 16 episode pass included reruns (it doesn't). My second concern was whether they'd have the same ridiculous 24 hour hold time on posting episodes -- something that would render the Multi-Pass useless for folks who load up their iPods in the morning and want to have the previous night's ep available when they head out the door.
But the email notification arrived well before I awoke. 3:30 AM Eastern! Taste a spoiler alert full of truth, Hawaiians! Beautiful. Now if they'd just make it so I don't have to "Check for Purchases" or whatever to kick off the download, I'd be able to stumble out of bed, kick off the sync, and be loaded and ready to go.
Sudeikis paid attention during the right era ("the Dana Carvey/Phil Hartman/Jon Lovitz years") and then stopped watching from 92 until right before he made the show. No wonder he's good. Oh, and he had a shot at WU anchor. That would be a refreshing switch-em-up at this point. I nearly forgot adult dudes could fill that role.
Ugly Duckling's set to pop with their first full-length since that overly meatshakey Taste the Secret deal. This new album Bang for the Buck is wisely skit-free; all you’ve got on this one is a solid collection of UD doing what they do best: catchy, sample-based, uptempo hip-hop.
"Lower the Boom" is probably one of the hardest tracks Einstein’s produced – it’s definitely a head-nodder. "The End of Time" is anchored around a supremely sticky horn sample that’s cinematically spacey and as good as it gets.
Long live YouTube. I mean really. This TV Bloopers-esque Double Dare clip is delightful beyond just the Marc Summers crack-up. Watching The Obstacle Course walk-thru alone is enough to bring back memories of after-school plateful-of-Oreos homework-avoidance.
The latest episode of AST Radio (the first half's group interview is largely unlistenable, levels-wise) contains a very minor, very just-dropped-in-at-the-end tease. Apparently, much like Dr. Red Duke, Dave Foley is so hyped up on the new Garageband that he and the rest of the Kids in the Hall might be starting up a video podcast. So. That would be good. Tune in next week for the full details, maybe?
Investigators don’t believe Guzman actually took the pictures of the children on his I-Pod.
But this didn't stop said investigators from busting out the CSI microscope and combing the I-Pod [sic] for a retractable, unpublicized, hidden video camera lens -- you know, just to be sure.
Get it? Look Bruce, if you're gonna be the colloquialism-throwing FUN lawyer -- running around tossing "knuckle sandwich" into the mix -- you could at least have the common courtesy to play off of the "rhyme or reason" thing.
Which means of course that it's all gonna get shut down ANY MINUTE. With NBC yanking the Lazy Sunday, CBS ripping out your favorite autistic basketball phenom, and other things shadily coming and going, it looks like we might need to start saving this stuff offline. Now get busy. iSquint'll convert anything (including those weirdo .flv files) these days.
[* Note that this last thing is not THE "chink" appearance. Anyone able to figure out if this was just one that slipped through? Or was this a post-2001 reactionary thing?]
Eagles of Death Metal - "I Gotta Feeling (Just Nineteen)"
So far this new Eagle of Death Metal album is working for me in a way that first one (and even that last QotSA record) didn't. Good stuff. Tom played this track in his opening set on last week's show (recap not yet available). Yet another reason to skip the podcast and hijack the full-on deal!
Still, the chronology seems a bit off. Way back in 1988, the girl was just seventeen.
Ghostface - "The Champ"
Mickey, Clubber Lang, and the "Synthetic Substitution" break oughtta make up for the janky audio quality of this leak.
If you were curious about the bodily location of Tom Brady's surgery, wonder no more! Matt has gone ahead and cleared things up FIRST THING:
Government holiday yesterday, so I took one of the boys to see that new Will Ferrell/David Cross vehicle. Neither one does a single funny thing, and Cross pretty much rehashes his hair-plug ponytail look from Arrested Development. YOU WASTED MY TIME ON THIS ONE, FELLAS.
UPDATE: I went rooting around on the Official Site (certain to stand the test of Internet time and be useful forever) for a pic of the Cross ponytail and stumbled onto this instead. Nothing says fun and learning (flearnin'!) like a reproducible:
Podfodder update. Get rid of all those other craps I told you about; I sure went to deletion town with them. Actually, save the Shillue. Hopefully he'll get back to telling us some stories soon. But I found a fantastic new podcast shortly after making that post a couple months ago and figured I'd do a post about it once I was ready to talk about all the fancy video podcasts I subscribed to. Only I subscribed to a bunch of fancy video podcasts and they've all pretty much been ignored after the novelty wore off. (I do love you, Amanda Congdon. Maybe I'm just in an audio-only cycle?)
Here's the new one you need. It'll show up right after the Recid-O-Cast in your iTunes list. It's called The Sound of Young America (iTunes link, newish companion blog). And the guest line-up over the last year seems fake it's so awesome.
Here are some of the featured guests that have already made my commute look-forward-to-able: Paul Feig (Freaks and Geeks creator), Prince Paul (he samples kiddie records), Matt Walsh (UCBer that I've seen perform IN PERSON and IN COLOR and didn't even PLAY UP), Chris Elliott (known for "Chris Elliotting around" and a book that I still haven't finished), Rodney Rothman (former head writer for Letterman and author of a fantastic book that I just finished), Sarah Silverman (she says jokes that have bad words), H. Jon Benjamin (surly son on Dr. Katz; Akiva Smirnoff and other fun characters on this other decent radio show), Devin the Dude (he really was MC Watchout? seriously? unfortunately, no confirmation on his TSOYA appearance), John Hodgman (McSwy's a-hole and The Daily Show correspondent-without-a-badge), Fred Armisen (heterosexual SNLer), Ricky Jay (ex-Bella Union cardsharp), Louis CK (subscribe to his stand-up-only video podcast while you're clicking around on things), Demetri Martin (adorable Myspace commentator), Tom Scharpling and Jon Wurster (creators of Conan O' Brien's favorite radio program), Blackalicious (solid EP, then lost Shadow's phone number), and a bunch of others that are kinda hard to dig out of this comprehensive page, so just subscribe in iTunes and start picking through the unbelievable line-up there.
p.s. AST people are trying to start up a podcast as well. A couple non-standard promising things available now, but I'll alert when they go more official [UPDATE: minutes after I posted, I went and checked the forum again. OFFICIAL].
Here is an extraneous paragraph to justify keeping that image over there. Without this text, the image would hang all down and the lone paragraph above would be all short and weird. So this should just about do it. Let me save and see. Yep, that worked. For your troubles, here's a link to the classic sketch referenced in the SL and image.
Prince - "Black Sweat"
PRO: From the upcoming 3121 record, "Black Sweat" is a superfun [and increasingly rare] return to Prince's '80s LinnDrum-fueled minimalism.
CON: Once some jerk mentions "Hot Thing," you'll have a hard time not mentally overlaying the "chung-a-jung" sound over the empty spaces.
Unrelated to the song at hand, but totally related to the SL and song title is the image-based discussion in this ILM thread.
Run-D.M.C. hates the letter S.
I don't think I ever paid much attention to this when listening to the original "My Adidas". The scratched-in horn stabbiness covers up the transgression on many of the non-chorused bits.
dj BC (Run-D.M.C. x Tom Petty) - "Free Adidas"
This dj BC smoosh-em-up highlights the vocals a bit more and makes it obvious that they're really bigging up their "Adida" throughout much of the song. I don't know what's going on here. I may stick it on axemefi next week and see if this is some slang/dialect thing that I just missed somewhere along the way.
Can someone make this Hank Shocklee article like actual text please?
I enter the elevator, notice that L[obby] has already been selected, and go to the back middle, forming the furthest-from-the-door point of a three person isosceles triangle.
I am flanked on my left by an older man. He is humpled over with a very necessary cane.
On my right is a middle-aged woman. She appears to be hearing impaired and has Victrola-grade hearing equipment enveloping both ears.
When we all get down to the lobby floor, the old man grunts and motions at the lady for her to exit first. She shakes her head and then nods to indicate that he should exit first. The old man gets agitated and grunts a little louder, gesturing at her and then the door with his cane. The lady takes a step backward and practically bellows “No-w, you go-w.”
The man relents and exits first. The victorious woman follows. The audience hangs back a bit so as not to miss any front door rematch action.
Short, sweet, red and pink: the very definition of Dr. Red Duke's favorite things. Including this Valentine's Day quickie Recid-O-Cast where I pay tribute to our 16 year (!) relationship.
Subscribe in iTunes if you haven't already. Red's still next up-to-bat, and you're gonna wanna get in before he steps up again.
Eppy's tossed off some crazy good analysis of a bit of pictorial Billy Joel detritus. Great because he nails everything fascinating about the picture and manages to anchor it with a completely back-of-your-brain-but-never-really-forefronted riff about Joel's permanent air of defeat.
Silly nerd. He thought his fiance loved him for his iPod.
Anyway, the album he released a few days before he died is good instrumental hip-hop. Less bugged-out than Madlib's production work, but just as deliciously sample-based. Donuts is accurate: it's not an album for all-in-one-sitting digestion. Think of it as a bunch of Pollard-short blasts of TMBG "Fingertips"-like soul-drenched beats for you to shuffle in with the rest of your library.
( apparently we're doing a red thing now; here's a place to buy Donuts )
And since it would be a filth move not to legacy up this post, here's my favorite track from the Madlib collabo:
Jaylib - "McNasty Filth [feat. Frank-N-Dank]"
The TV licence video is fun, but I too am anxious for the Molehusband to be unearthed.
I would write one with a really long, unwieldy title. It would be called "Sitting at a Stoplight, Suddenly Finding Myself On the Receiving End of Three Flirting Mexican Twenty-Somethings Jammed into the Backseat of the Buick in Front of Me."
And it would certainly include a verse about how the driver wouldn't allow me to pass and then another verse about how this gradually affected my comfort level.
If I were a truck driver, I'd definitely haul a Millis rig. Every time one passes me, I marvel at the wonderful logo and color bands stretching out of the logo down the length of the trailer. Beautiful stuff. I can't find any hi-res pictures of their trucks or the truck version of the logo design (thank Hank for the pic below), but if someone were to x amount=========-up me a truck logo I wouldn't complain.
Fewer foot burns this way too.
The 6th installment of the Recid-O-Cast is upon you. Right up on you. I've failed to deliver anything as strong as Dr. Red Duke's devastatingly solid Ray Nagin exclusive -- so don't get your hopes up. Perhaps this should simply be considered the set to the Dr.'s inevitable spike.
I did accomplish something fun though: the Recid-O-Cast is now available in the iTunes Podcast section. All official-like for the least official thing we've ever done. Subscribe in iTunes, or cut and paste this dedicated new feed into your podcast receptacle.
I dove into Ecclesiastes this last week and have been chewing on the following ever since:
Everything is so weary and tiresome! No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.
And Solomon didn't even have an RSS reader! If the dude had been trying to navigate the world of mp3blogs, podcasts, TiVo, and video content for his iPod, he'd have had an even bleaker start to Ecclesiastes.
So I was trying to figure out a way into the above verse (new Recidivism subhead?), while simultaneously listening to this new Kelley Stoltz record. I realized that the next oft-heard bit is where the real juice is:
History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. What can you point to that is new? How do you know it didn't already exist long ago? We don't remember what happened in those former times. And in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.
Kelley Stoltz is covering familiar ground here: lo-fi-ing it up in his room, playing off of well-worn classic pop records, multi-tracking the crap out of his psych-folk experimentation work. But you know what, Solomon? I'm fine with all that. Bring it. Stoltz is delivering new good old stuff. Twist-free! I loved last year's Jamie Lidell record and the fact that he bleeped and blooped up his soul revisitation. That was a nice twist. But Stoltz proves you don't necessarily need to provide the clever update freshness. You can just bring it like we've heard it. Straight up. And if the songs are good, the songs are good.
Kelley Stoltz - "Ever Thought of Coming Back" [Previously under the sun as Beach Boys music. Available 2/7.]
Kelley Stoltz - "The Sun Comes Through" [Previously under the sun as Beatles music. Available now on the The Sun Comes Through EP.]
[At this point. You know, now that the resignation has set in. A few months back, the one word SL would have been "infuriating."]
If this scene had been around during my nytimes days, I would have stayed for sure.
I'm totally obsessed with this photography, and I want posters of it plastering all my walls.
Since I was in the city that starts with a C, ends in an o, and in the middle is hicag last weekend, I didn't get around to watching SNL until last night.
Can anyone recall an episode with as many technical gaffes as this one? Didn't help that Peter Sarsgaaaard decided not to memorize his lines or learn how to read off a cue card. But beyond that, the episode was chock full of the tops of production folks' heads and the bottoms of boom mics. In that late episode hotel room sketch, Sarsgaard was able to effectively cancel out the joke when a scripted set-top TV slap killed the supposedly unkillable Dratch loop. Funny-wise: the first reveal on the Peter Sarsgaard SARS Guard got a nice laugh out of me though, so I'll always have that.
And it looks like they're gonna go ahead and begin the march toward oversaturation with the Target Greatland Wiig thing. Oh well. Fun trick for you before it's totally beat into the ground: give the word "podcast" a whirl in the Wiig-voice. Emphasize the "pod" part and do that celebratory rockaway thing. It's fun. Almost as fun as knowing that the RSS feed for our own podcast is now free of cruft and disease. Recid-O-Casts ONLY in there now. Jam it up in your iTunes hole if you haven't already!
The folkpop connection:
Page France - "Air Pollution"
From The Muppet Movie to Emmet Otter, the recent Muppet DVD content explosion has got the music of Paul Williams all up in my brain. And "Air Pollution" has Paul Williams written all over it. Yeah sure, the multi-voiced chorus bits make for easy comparison, but it's more than that. The lyrical earthiness, the group huggery: it's all vintage Williams. And it is good.
[cred disclaimer: In terms of up-to-the-minute mp3 bloggery, this song (from early 2005's Come, I'm a Lion) is ancient. Two Page France albums ago old. I'm sure You Ain't No Picasso's already leaking demos from a limited edition 2007 EP release.]
My posting fears were easily managed. You know, penetration and that.
Perhaps you would like to view pictures of Ghostface tapping that aquarium glass, posing with a seal, and pretenting to be Sherlock Holmes.
I don't care if it was 20 seconds long, that last one counts -- making this the fourth official installment in the series.
So smoke up all your weed and your licorice. Yo Red Duke, come here. Are you ticklish?
(Eat it, Flickerstick.)
It's just been sitting in the /video directory unused and unlinked for a month, so I figure I oughtta hunker down and write it up: and now two A-Holes Buying a Christmas Tree. The sketch aired the same week as Lazy Sunday and got undeservedly lost in the Internet shuffle.
Aside from being a decently amusing character-driven sketch (a rarity in the last few years), it was also of note in that we finally get to see some younger-skewing Kristen Wiig action. Wiig's already staked out her place as the new player to watch on SNL (take that, Captain Jawbone Samberg!), but the characters she's played have largely skewed "mature:" Judy Garland, the Target Greatland cashier, Felicity Huffman, a wiigged out Megan Mullally. Even prior to SNL, her Joe Schmo Dr. Pat character was an ostensibly mature character.
So this a-hole character is a nice new (to those of us who missed her earlier Groundlings work) wrinkle. I'm sure it'll recur and drive us insane soon enough, so enjoy it now!
Dr. Red Duke is all hyped about this new version of iLife and the fancy web fanciness that they've made all easy and simple. One of the first things he's talked about doing is a podcast. I can't imagine anyone that I'd rather hear a podcast from more than the good Dr. In an effort at spurring him on, I've created something completely horrible to test out the R's new podcasting publishing capabilities. It is an audio recording. It is enhanced with pictures and sounds (watch in iTunes or your iPod for full effect). It was all created in Garageband -- SOC-style, in one take. It is the worst thing (and consequently why I'm posting on a Sunday, desperately hoping to be buried beneath the crushing weight of a Best Show recap). But it'll give Dr. Red Duke something to come out and play off of. Something to one-up.
Side benefit to this mess: resubscribe to the RSS feed in iTunes and the first file in all of our music and video posts will dump right into your iTunes/iPod world. With no pesky downloading needed.
This Lita/Amy Dumas-cum-Janet Jackson brouhaha [treat it as as NSFW if you work with folks who might be all up in your screen's grill with their grandpa reading glasses -- or if you plan on clicking into the fuzzy thumbnails] is of note for two reasons:
1. The main riff on unsatisfied "hippies" is pretty solid. It feels really familiar though, and I can't place the source. The donkeys copulating with midgets line might be recycled, but attempting to Google that will put you on the same government questionables list that Dr. Red Duke's occupied for years.
2. This exact same* scene played itself out around 15 years ago.
*minus the roving cameraman, stadium crowd, black-sheeted bed, play-by-play announcers, spandex, silicone, and nudity. and i'm pretty sure that i was the one with the protective black tape.
Let's just say that if I was a wacky morning radio DJ, I would have the last part of this clip assigned to the soundboard's biggest, reddest button. You'd hear me use it like five times a show. That and a boner boing sound, of course.
Like so very many of you, I've been wondering whether James Urbaniak stumbled in and commented on the Tom Shillue thing because he knows Shillue in real life, or because he just happened to catch Shillue straying even further from storytelling mode and into Carrot Top-like Etch-A-Sketch prop comedy.
Evidence for the former: they've both been killing time in a recording booth at the same voice talent agency (spelunk around for some other fun easter egg-like discoveries: Count the Sorkin connections! Why does a popular The Daily Show correspondent only have one commercial under his belt? Speaking of stunt-butts...)
Kinda fun to imagine Shillue and Urbaniak in-between sessions, out tooling around in a Ford, drinking POWERade, and generally FIGHTING THE POWER with Chuck D.
I was lying on the couch kinda sideways yesterday and noticed something on the empty, carcass-like Amazon.com boxes from Christmas: the boxes have the arrow-only thing, unlike the site's full-on logo that squishes the arrow up under the Amazon.com text. But so guess what I saw in that arrow? A SMILE. A HALF-GRINNY SMILE.
I kinda yelled at Mrs. Amount and asked her what she thought the Amazon.com logo was and she was all, "You mean the smile?" And I was all, "NO, WOMAN, the ARROW." She'd never seen that arrow and had always just seen the smile.
I tell you what: men are from this one male'd up planet and women are from the moon! Turns out the logo is both an A to Z arrow AND a smile! FEEL-GOODERY item of the week!
What do you people see? Or are you all "I remember when this latest logo was released back in the year two-thousand and I know everything and shut up, dork with your big, boring 'revelations.'"
I've tended to skip and/or be annoyed by the hexplosion of '05 listy-lists (I do love me that Medium Kanye Kombo at Arby's though). But this Gardner Linn fella has one excellent TV write-up in which he nails all kinds of things that we loved this year -- either individually (Pullo, Beauty and the Geek?) or collectively (Wolcott, AD, Dundies kiss, etc.).
They are fixed. 1982 Joust nostalgia gaming is crazy fun. But 1992-6? I'm as excited about this as I am Bungie's next project.
Jack Handey's latest piece is kind of lovely in that you tire of it rather quickly but then find yourself both amazed and amused that he's able to keep it going and going with the freshness until the bitter end.
Time to put your UK v US The Office dream team together. Blah blah blah about how they're two different shows, the US series length and open-endedness have potentially given it an unfair advantage, you saw the UK first and will always like it better, etc. Just pick characters and be done with it. The rules are such that you must go half UK and half US. No fair just picking mostly UK characters. Here are my picks:
David Brent | Michael Scott
Easy one. Scott's just an a-hole. Brent has A soul. Mrs. Amount goes Scott just because she'd rather just hate a straight-up jerk than get all squeamish when an unknowing jerk repeatedly fails.
Gareth Keenan | Dwight Schrute
Another easy one. Brent/Keenan is one of the all-time classic comedy duos. This is another case of no soul in the US. And Shrute's kinda scary creepy, where Keenan is harmlessly oddball.
Dawn Tinsley | Pam Beesly
Tricky, but Dawn wins on accent, [realistically extra] weight, and the fact that Pam plays to the camera a bit too much.
Tim Canterbury | Jim Halpert
Another tricky one, but the half and half rules are the rules, and since the Jim/Tim character is the one we're supposed to relate to, Jim is easier to match up with.
Keith Bishop | Kevin Malone
This one is straight up rules. Keith eating a scotch egg trumps Kevin's hilariously demented grin. But I couldn't sacrifice Dawn for Keith.
Chris "Finchy" Finch | Todd "Pac Man" Packer
No problem here really. Half the time I needed subtitles to understand a quarter of what Finchy was going on about, and I'd watch Koechner goofy it up ANY time. He's an effing comedy COWBOY.
Go away for 4 months (and counting!) maternity leave and you're only able to muster this much comedy.
Try to work this one out in your head before you go where he's taking you. Seriously. See if you can figure out a way in which his link-based lede makes any sense whatsoever.
But it's nice to see that some people still care.
Finally caught that Comedy Central Presents Tom Shillue half-hour last night. He's got some fun traditional stand-up observational bits -- the never answer "I don't care" wedding plan set got some love from Mrs. Amount. And his slo-mo work is a physical comedy classic thanks to the mid-bit inclusion of the slow blink face distortion. That slow blink really kicks out the jams.
Ultimately though, I'm not convinced that a trad-stand-up half-hour format is where Tom Shillue belongs. He's a master slow-burn storyteller, and when he's able to drop brief observational nuggets into his long-players, everything works. I'm not sure where he goes with the storytelling angle; he's certainly too hip for the crustier Prarie Home Companions of the world. But maybe Apple's potential foray into fee-based podcasting will open something up. I'd certainly ante up to catch a weekly Shillue set. Who knows. Maybe he's only got enough material to go monthly; I'd take that too!
Do you get less wet if you run in the rain?
Are you most proud of the Chinese bicycle man who kept kept his umbrella vertically oriented?
Can you pay a rainbow to be less beautiful? NO LINK FOR THIS ONE.
So Deal or No Deal's trial run was a success. Ratings-wise. In the interest of maintaining the Mandel Watch I gave it a one ep shot. Hoo-boy.
(23 December) Deal or No Deal (US), 1.5 ***1/2
[Saving graces: the riDICulously over-the-top and yet still twee phone call artifice employed to deliver instructions from the shadowy, Arvin Sloane-like "Bank," Mandel's facial hair, Mandel's memorization of the 26 interchangeable models' names, the repeated realization that my conservative nature would RUIN my chances at taking home any more than like 10k.]
Please note that if I were forced to watch additional episodes they would be graded accordingly:
(March) Deal or No Deal (US), 1.6-? *
[This show is meant to be viewed a single time. Repeated viewings insult the very core of your admittedly weak productive nature. By the end of even a single episode you will tangibly feel time being snatched from your Jewell-like clutches.]
I know you missed it the first time, but I think they're rerunning it now, Red.
Dream #1: I once had a nightmare in which I was at my grandparent's house being chased by Jurassic Park-like velociraptors. I was running as fast I could but making no real progress. Up over the hill comes a white horse ridden by a shirtless Patrick Swayze. Swayze reaches down mid-gallop and swings me onto the back of the horse. We rode away to safety.
Dream #2: It would be nice if Swayze made more of his decade-long hip-hop association. Oh, perfect.
A while back Tom Shillue (a good friend -- Merry Christmas to you, Tom, and thanks for the lovely scented candle(s)) gave us some good advice re: catching his Comedy Central special. And I followed that advice by dutifully plugging SHILLUE into the TiVo Wishlist. Lo and behold, TiVo's all set to grab the 7pm Tuesday, January 3rd rebroadcast. Don't listen to his FANCY WHITE BACKGROUNDED .com site for proper showdates, of course -- there's some confusion there as to the weekday associated with January 3rd, 2006.
© McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, San Francisco, California. After a couple somewhat elaborate issues in a row, we were excited to settle down, get back to basics -- a paperback book, a bunch of good stories, maybe a Convergence. And for the most part this is what we did; the book is indeed paperback, the stories are certainly good, and we are excited to include the final (for now) of Weschler's giddy spin-outs, which will now be collected in a large, colorful book, due out in a couple months. But then somehow we ended up with a DVD in here as well. Which we're happy about, of course, but it leaves us still with our hunger for pure simplicity. Thus, the following vow: Issue 19 will be handwritten on a large sheet of butcher paper. There will be only one copy. We will pack up a 1991 Volvo 240, black, with tinted windows and a broken sunroof, and drive around the country, visiting each subscriber. Each will be given one hour with the text, or maybe slightly more if we're provided with lemonade or granola. Non-subscribers can visit our offices in San Francisco, where the issue will be available for viewing on our back porch. As usual, we're grateful for your faith and constancy.
--Eli Horowitz, chief editor for this issue.
And so the horribly-named Playstation-sponsored Breed Love Odyssey tour looks less like a triumphant return and more like an exercise in the worst kind of nostalgia: the kind that doesn't realize it's nostalgia.
Pretty fun and devastating review of what Mos and Talib and some other Rawkus nerds are up to these days.
Like a lot of the Improv Everywhere bits, I think this Suicide Jumper deal works better as a series of stills and descriptions than as a cut-up video (but I'm sure the realtime experience is optimal). The song choice is certainly fun on the video, though.
A.D. Miles. And here's the track.
This guy is gooooood. Wow do I want more. So he was in Wet Hot American Summer, but I can't find any other substantive web presence. Bobby Tisdale says he's his best friend, but part of the fun of Bobby Tisdale is hearing him best friend in everyone who performs! From the above stand-up bit, I picture him as a kind of Rat Pack-y nerd mixemup -- but his WHAS look landed decidedly on the "nerd" part of that equation. Hilarious stuff though, boy.
Next up in terms of bringing the funny is Aziz Ansari. After seven months of reading the Apiary pimp this youngster, it was nice to finally hear some of his material. He's official. The real deal. He will make you laugh hard. Don't miss the classic M.I.A. bit: "For me? Right here? Is awesome." Guy's obviously schooled in the good rap music, so it's nice to hear that influence the comedy.
Finally, after seeing him perform as as a monologist during my week as a UCB groupie last spring, it's a delight to hear Tisdale's hosting banter. A Special Thingers will whine all day about Dane Cook being too much of a spaz, but Tisdale is the ultimate form of over-the-top cheerleading. And it's infectious. He's by far my favorite Kermit thee Frog-esque gay-drawlin' Carolinian comic.
So the Baldwin ep sucked after all (even though the monologue pretty much verbatimed up the nytimes piece -- complete with Greenhilly reprise!). Perhaps tonight's Jables-hosted affair can unseat the hated Dane Cook and his involvement in the best show of the [crappy] season?
Minor Tweaks caught a fun one.
Agenda for today's office party:
11:30am – 12noon ………Meet/Greet/and Eat (Ice Breakers)
12pm – 12:15pm…………Present Prizes to winners of the ice breakers
12:15pm- 12:30pm………Holiday songs by our very own “new comer” - [name deleted] (Div. of Integrated Surv.)
Music and accompanying [name deleted] will be our very own - [name deleted]
12:30pm – 12:40pm………A special guest -performing a MIME
12:40pm – 12:50pm………Karaoke (taking volunteers now – There will be door prizes and lot’s of fun!)
12:50pm – 1:15pm………White Elephant (we ask everyone who would like to participate, please bring in a recycled gift or spend $10.00 or less.)
I pretty much do all this crap when I leave work. JUST IN CASE. I'm not EVEN kidding.
Merry Christmas yourself up: iTunes music for .66 a track.
"You make someone think the opposite of what you believe and that tricks them into doing something stupid... works like a charm."
[note: unless you turn off self-reflection, this article will likely cause depression. "ans for a show!"]
Chris Rock likes good records. Put me down for The Chronic over Doggystyle, though.
The SL will not be found in the text of this otherwise dinky piece.
[credit (!): OH, THAT DRUDGE.]
Juelz Santana - "Oh Yes"
Recipe for maybe liking this:
Day one: Play it. Dig the sample. Realize that that sample is the hook and that it will be with you for the entirety of the song. Start to wonder whether or not that tasty hook is going to hold up for the whole song. Worry that it won't. Stop the song before it's finished and promise yourself that you'll give it a shot the next day.
Day two: Play it again. Realize that it's pretty much impossible to not physically bounce and that this thing is going to be STUCK in your head.
[note: the above is RAP music that will hurt many of your delicate ears. if you'd like some equally tasty HIP HOP music, go grab the pretty King Seven ditty over at Scissorkick's place.]
Now me and my Coq do the illest things /
we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
So I don't have to waste my weekly Ask.Mefi question on this, do any of you know how far back this phrase goes?:
I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
Most folks say Dodgeball. Turns out it at least goes back to Austin Powers: Goldmember. When I tried on justcurio.us, someone gave me Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. I haven't been able to verify that one.
If you break it down, it's got a nice developmental hook: "I just threw up" works as a simple mini-gross reaction. But the recent (?) addition of the "a little bit" specificity and locational "in my mouth" gives it a tasty Farrelly-esque bit of observational juice. The problem is that it's become completely played out. I was kinda disappointed to hear Poehler adlib it in on Conan last month. But it got me thinking.
Any of you yahoos know? If not, look for #004 to document what the Ask.Mefites can scrounge up. I'm hoping it goes back to like 1939.
That what I said when the first of these two Seu Jorge tracks blew out the speakers in Mrs. Amount's car. Kind of a weird song to blow your speakers out, but they were the factory Saturn deals: 8 years old and sunbaked. And I was playing the track pretty loudly.
Both tracks are from his Cru record. The second of the two is an Elvis cover and is as beautiful as Jorge's recent Bowie business (of which there's now even more to grab).
Tiresmoker understands that the art of the sale resides in the telling of the tale.
Is everyone around you really proud of themselves for knowing what tryptophan is? Have they been proud about this for the last few years? Laugh it up, cubeville.
Seriously, all he's doing is remixing/producing all these people that don't have the common courtesy to speak proper American.
Teriyaki Boyz - "Beef or Chicken"
I thought that Lady SOV thing sounded BS2000-y, but no. THIS sounds the most BS2000-y of all. Perhaps to sound BS2000-y is to simply sound like Adrock's non-Beatsie Boy production? Blippy organ loopiness, dusty break, uptempo dancability. Here's a sample of that that you might not have listened to in a while:
BS2000 - "Yeah, I Like BS"
The men working the platform were thrilled! [screenshot since I can't link to the intranet-based source.]
In other somewhat related news, rest assured that there will be no underwear relief efforts for Stacy Wilson and the women caught up in that mall shooting last week. Due to their split-second store selection, they've got it covered.
Lunch break over at the House.
I guess it's for next year's Da Vinci Code movie, but man does Mr. Hanks look greasley these days (these images from the movie also kinda show it, but he was in full-force nasty on Larry David's Earth to America thing and Steve Martin's Mark Twain thing). In the upcoming Spielberg adaptation of the recent best seller, Hanks plays a cautious woman named Mona Lisa.
Some people then laid me on the floor.
Omar can have children!
Lady Sovereign - "A Little Bit Of Shhh (Smallstars Remix by Adrock)"
Adrock's back in bouncy BS2000 mode on this remix. Fun.
Also, the Lady SOV Vertically Challenged EP that this is taken from has a clean version of "Random" that I'd not heard. It's slightly tricked out production-wise in a way that the original version (or the version I first heard) wasn't. It doesn't lose that devastating bass thing, but it maintains that devastatingly bad party chorus. Listen for the verses!
10 bucks if you'll run hide in the woods long enough to get that crazy Mexican cartoon lady to think you're a bad guy.
American Lives will be a good show, I bet. I'll issue another bulletin (a reminder!) when the show starts airing next summer. Don't you worry!
I've let this story sit in a tab since Monday since there's so very little to it. But I can't let go of the fact that this Ashykbayev character actually thinks that some foreign power is purposely using Borat to denigrate his precious Kazakhstan.
A: Greater than three, apparently.
At one point there was a perfectly decent and snotty answer about how McSwy's was "swimming in hipster dough" and that this tegoo fellow should "stop bragging." A moderator deleted this response and killed the "stop bragging" SL/link-in plans that I had.
Most of the time this series will focus on the fun Ask.Mefi business, but I dig this alternative question/answer venue as well: justcurio.us. You gotta answer one to ask one, so prepare yourself for a tiny investment.
Recidivism Challenge: come up with a question that gets the most answers. My first one only got three. I've been steadily improving since then.
Comedians of Comedy favorite of faves Zach Galifianakis identifies the L.A. comedy scene's next big thing.
I swear man, each new McSweeney's that arrives rachets up the game of packaging chicken. Do you go ahead and break the seal to get at the contents? You know you don't read these things anymore. You just like to hold them. So maybe you just put it on the shelf all pristine and wrapped up?
Whatever. I continue my streak of destructive devaluation with issue 17. Here it is as it arrived. Photographs of the gentle unveiling can be found after the jump.
Old funny people: Last night PBS aired The Kennedy Center Mark Twain Prize for American Humor. I haven't watched it yet. The prize went to a comedian called Steve Martin. TiVo made it look like it was going to air 58 more times though, so you should be good to go.
New[er] funny people: Tomorrow night that Comedians of Comedy thing kicks off on Comedy Central of Comedy. This show promised me that it would be as good and insider-y fun as that Quinn/Seinfeld commentary on the Comedian DVD.
Prince Paul & Newkirk - Showdown at the Hoedown
This is a new song. No vocals, so I'm not sure what Don's role was. Anyone know what he did besides cameo on Prince Paul productions? Anyone ever confirm if Newkirk is in fact, dun dun dunnnn, Prince Paul himself?
Mr. Lif - Farmhand
This is an old song. Lif released this back in '99 when Grand Royal was still trying to hang in there.
In other banJO news, Bob Dylan wanted to put mandolin and, wait for it, banjo on the Beastie Boy classic No Sleep Til Brooklyn. Hear more about that, Wu-bangers, P. Doodle Dandy, and Yauch's House of Prosthetics on this promo interview thingy for some greatest hits waste. At this point Beastie Boys should forgo their recording career and continue honing their improvisational interview skills. That's where their remaining potential lies these days.
That picture up there has nothing to do with anything in the textual guts here. But you know. Martin and Muppets and banjo, so you gotta use it when you can.
Traditionally, whenever briefcase thirteen is opened, the audience usually issues a low hush. Up until the 2005 season of the show, when number twenty-six was opened, the audience let loose with a loud shout of "boo yeah!" for no apparent reason. The shout of "boo yeah" was later abandoned in the 2005 season onwards, seemingly because it made the show's rules appear overly complex to the casual viewer.
-- excerpt from Deal or No Deal's Wikipedia entry.
Let us all pray that Mandel sacrificies a bit of rule complexity and brings back the "boo yeah" [sic].
Michael K. Williams preps for the upcoming education-focused season of The Wire by handing out the first report card ("SATISFACTORY -- needs to apply himself").
Also, I didn't realize that he was up in this recent batch of Trapped in the Closet videos. So I'll be tracking that mess down a little faster than I'd planned.
This is a year-old article that has some really nifty inside bits about how the BBoys created "Ch-Check It Out." The rest of the piece is a bit annoyingly celebratory for an album that nobody has listened to since it came out, but the anatomy of the song part is worth a read.
Why am I just now finding and posting this? Because Mike D rocks a black stroller.
Good news for you losers without the dual tuners.
Nice catch over at The Superficial.
I wasn't even trying to verify our good friend Tom Shillue's 2AM story about having "just [come] from one" of those fantasy clubs that are way, way too far from Atlanta -- when I stumbled across proof over in Peretti-ville. And holy fun times, fellow SHAC-er and most magnetic of any of the Stella neighbors Andrea Rosenrosen hosted this night of storytelling.
Note: Our mid-90s Babyfat (loved pre-Ultra prefix. hardcore.) crush Shonali Bhowmik was apparently not there. Also note that the SL on this post contains both "Tiger" and "Monkey" in it and was crafted as a play on the previously discussed Shilluefreid and Roy slam and was in no way consciously influenced by Shonali's new band name. My brain just rules and is even better at crafting clever connections than me is all.
Still: We live in the completely wrong city.
[This post might as well have been brought to you by The Apiary.]
Doesn't sound like he was nearly as bad as Natasha Lyonne.
"It could rip, some have speculated, or get attacked. ... We know there will be long, strong string. That will be inevitable."
What are you saying?
It all just burns me up and makes me want to OPENLY RIDICULE them.
It's floating around out there. We really need to track down this script.
Also, to sum it up, it’s a story about a pedophile.
Here's is an outdated post just in time for you to care more about video podcasts (I'll hit the highlights there soon enough). Audio podcasts are largely the suck. But I've got a few that I like.
My favorite is by a NY standup called Tom Shillue. He weaves slow, meandering tales that fill a commute with laughter and introspection. Pretty much just laughter. I think this one works because it's not so much a traditional podcast with people playing dress-up radio as it is an opportunity for him to just shoot out an occasional chunk of his stage material. I wish more standups were doing this. And I hope T. Shillue checks his site stats and reads this, because check out what I'm about to say: he looks like a total goober. I'm glad I listened to his standup before I saw him posing minus the white tiger.
Every once in a while when I'm in the mood for the magic of movies, I'll check out Cinecast. I don't go to movies anymore so it's nice to hear people talk about them. They do fun top five lists (top 5 buddy movies, top 5 overrated movies, top 5 movies featuring blacks, etc.). Bonus: one of the dudes sounds exactly like Survivor's Rob Cesternino.
Anyone remember Star Wars? It had some robots and monkees. I've been known to put on my pants and listen to TheForce.net's extravaganza.
Don't waste your time with the stupid Arrested Development show summaries. Just give me snippets from the show proper and I'll be happy.
Do waste your time with the Jerk Boy Lite-isms of the Z100 Morning Zoo's Phone Taps! They call people and prank them! And the people they call have short fuses and are all Sopranos or otherwise from New Jersey. Note: my sarcastic enthusiasm is meant to hide the fact that I actually listen to and enjoy these.
And finally, get your SNOOT on!
After tomorrow, if I'm behind the wheel, you're going to need to get out of my swervified way. No I'm not smoking weed -- I'm watching WEEDS. Ha ha.
Kind of a lot of blah blah to get to the SL's punchline, but it struck me as a pretty hilarious new insanity diagnosis method. Those voices in your head are just that of well-known hair-plugged comedians, man.
You know how you know you're bored? You're just Googling around and you stumble across the fact that there is a promo-only, extended mix of Do the Watusi floating around. Who extended it? Did they play this version in dance clubs?
And good luck tracking down this comedy album anymore. No Ebay, no Half, no Amazon, no Slsk. Hope you kept the cassette, ha ha! I'm pretty sure that mine is buried in a box stuck to a Slurpee-encrusted Dire Straits tape.
Don't you typically wait until the recent urinal arrivals have cleared out before you emerge from a stall? I may have finished my business, but if there are newcomers, I'll let them zip, wash, and exit before I make my grand exit. Some dudes around here emerge while I'm at the sink and I'm all trying not to act like "Oh, hi Tony. It was you who heated this place UP with your noxious waste."
Also: don't try to tell me that you can top my day. I did my business and looked down to find a perfectly formed uppercase G! BOOM! WITH the right angle. Yeah, shut UP, with the right angle. I'm pretty sure I've got the L and the I down, maybe an O, so I'm really moving through the ALPHABET. Goal for us all: complete the 26 WITHOUT special acrobatics. Just regular accidentally awesome style.
Did someone say they wanted to try out some Norwegian Christian Metal? Cause I thought I heard that.
Extol - Essence.
The chorus on this thing is beautiful. The rest will likely annoy most of you. Some of you will be okay with all of it.
Mad, phat beats and comedy jokes will resume shortly, unless I put up one of the winners from the new Stryper record.
Here's you some of that Dane Cook fella. I dove into his catalog with a fair bit of resistance -- his facebook/myspace/standupster origin story had me fearing he'd be a bit too fratboy genericomedy. And I still have yet to actually see him perform; I've just listened to an album and a half.
But he's funny. Nothing groundbreaking, but I laughed on and off throughout the hour and a half or so of material I've heard so far. He's definitely got a few enunciation and vocabulary tricks that push him over the edge and into really good: a little bit of the Brian Regan crispness with some Jables flair mixed in. Aurally (again, no visuals save the EW stills), he's a perfect mashup of Marky Mark as Dirk Diggler crossed with Jeffery P. Corcoran. That should garner a listen or two, no?
[UPDATE: He's an acrobat, and he steals material from Louis C.K. Not so hot. We're supposed to hate him after all.]
And Steve Carell is a SWEATY-LIPPED COKE-HEAD.
I could read this list all day long.
You know. Just stuff that's kinda interesting all jammed up in a single Variety article.
I'd frequent a blog or somesuch thing that devoted itself to this kind of thing: handing your old (? or maybe just very familiar?) music over to the unknowing and transcribing their gut-level culturally now-ish reactions.
But Ricky Powell news would have made your life for a minute back in the early to mid-90s. I've still got my Rappin' with the Rickster VHS if anyone wants to computer it up.
Date: Sep 27, 2005 7:47 PM
Subject: The Wit and Wisdom of Thomas Sizemore.
"I don't like to watch women pee that much, but I'd rather do that than bomb Iraq." --Tom Sizemore, in a clip from his upcoming "sex tape".
I was gonna throw this on the GH, but I figured the nuns at DRD's nunnery would read it while peering over his shoulder and he'd get beat with a ruler until he bled.
The clip I saw is a bizarre mixture of goofiness and NATURAL BORN KILLERS-y menace. The above quote is the main pull of note. I did also chuckle when Tom tested out one prostitute's vibrator on his testicles (through some spandex shorts -- for some reason, Tom is frequently dressed as though he was a participant in the Tour de France.)
While it's fun to read of Eric's PE past, it's important to note that the album itself will be butt.
Okay boys, you can be in band. But only if we move to Minneap-olis.
This is precious.
After one listen, I was kinda weirded out by the lack of stickiness. After the third, I'm a bit more okay with the mess. We'll see, I guess. YOU make the call.
We already know the Shadow track is good. And the Boyz themselves are the most entertaining non-English speaking rappers I've ever heard (take that MC Solaar!). But I'm still gonna go ahead and make the prediction that if the Adrock track sucks there will only be one salvageable track on the whole thing.
No, we're definitely going to the Shrek premiere.
How you ain't got my Elmo when I let you hold it?
I remember back before the big blogging hexplosion I'd send Red goofy stories and links (Live Your Dreams!) from places like the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. And Red'd be all "Yeah, right. Like you're really sitting around reading the Seattle Post-Intelligencer." I'd respond with silence. And then he'd turn into angry, frustrated Red and blurt out "SERIOUSLY, where do you find this crap?!" And I'd just tell him that I really did spent large chunks of my day reading various web-enabled local newspapers. I certainly didn't just pick the juicy business from The Obscure Store and Reading Room (ha ha. joke's up! a winner is you!).
And but so yeah, the main reason I know about this upcoming Public Enemy comic book is because I spend large chunks of my day perusing Glyphs: The Language of the Black Comics Community.
"This has become a moneymaking concern. A lot of people say if you want to go abroad and get a visa for Canada or citizenship and be a millionaire, [then meet me after school at three o' clock, Weiner.]"
This guy must be removed from the Internet. Why does he insist on using that middle name all up in his business. He's gonna break my clean and clear Google traceability with that crap. I've got "a few words" for YOU, Michael Teague: Just be Michael Teague. Anonymous, one of many, Michael Teague. If you gotta funk it up, at least go Alex P. Keaton on us. But quit putting that middle name right next to that last name like you use it or something. And also, born in 1973? What is he trying to pull? Next up: a webful of "siblings" with personal "websites" and blogs. JERK.
A couple of things. Burt Reynolds/Turd Ferguson was clearly the funniest recurring character in the series. Hammond's Connery was amusing (and the source of the hilarious category misreadings), but the fact that Hammond played his SNL career so incredibly boringly safe means that he got to keep his wacky Connery going longer than the fired-for-no-funny Macdonald. Also, it's kinda weird that this skit has become such a CollegeHumor phenomenon considering the CollegeHumorKing Ferrell essentially plays the straight man for the whole series.
And on second Google, maybe it is the Reynolds that sucks in the college kids? I always assumed it was the big-audience-reaction-receiving Connery. Who knows. Go do your research papers, comedy majors.
This image will be all across the entire world of you today, but I don't care. I love the question mark too much to not post it up.
189. (9 September) Everybody Hates Chris, 1.1 **
I was all set to pop the DVD in tonight. What's up with all this advance word then?
But man, this is clever.
The event ended with R&B star Kanye West performing his hit songs "All Falls Down" and "Gold Digger" for the crowd. He thanked Jobs for allowing him to perform, and added, "Thank you for making my life much easier. I remember when I had tapes."
Fantastic quote from Mr. West.
And with that we close out our Welcome Back to the Nunnery, Dr. Red Duke post.
And the headline's not too shabby either.
Ten bucks to anyone who can produce footage of Timothy Treadwell's Love Connection appearance.
Gold Digger [ft. Jamie Foxx] - Kanye West.
A month or so ago, I was gonna post this second Kanye track up with a note about how I still hadn't heard any of the Jon Brion influence in any of the Late Registration leaks. But I forgot.
But then I go and read this and find out that this is their first, key collaboration? Weird. Whateva eva though. It's crazy catchy.
And I'm gonna be all screwed up when the non-clean version comes out and I'm stuck singing "broke, broke" in the chorus.
Reed Rothchild. And I'm pretty sure that Buck's gonna be doing the sound design.
The always enjoyable Michael Clarke Duncan ["The Island"]!
Here's your annotation for one of the "huh?" Brit jokes in Extras 1.2.
But probably not, so let me know how it turns out.
I love the Danger Doom record [no consistency with the name yet: Danger Doom, Dangerdoom, DangerDoom]. LOVE IT. But it doesn't come out until October and the version making the rounds skips more than Marc Price. So that sucks big time. I keep listening anyway. I'll have weird mental adjustment tics for a while when settling in with the retail version, but I don't care.
Danger Doom - Old School [ft. Talib Kweli]
More like rest in peace. Booyaka. That's your face, Buzz Lightyear.
Hard to read this article without thinking about the ramifications it might have on another drug-trade-focused season of The Wire.
"Theorem? Heavens no. That's a fact!"
He did it out you'd do it. But it's still fun to follow along.
Jamie Lidell - What's the Use?
One of the smoother cuts from his new Multiply record. I've been listening to this one for the past couple of months. It's great. Some Stevie Wonder, some Money Mark, some have even said Jammerqueer! Yeeha! Uh oh! Shhh!
Anyway, the record's dusty and oldish but with some fun 2000-now production flourishes thrown in to keep you digging with each subsequent listen.
(It's rare that I'm this pleased with an SL selection. Get it right, girl!)
Best legit headline in quite a while.
This part is fascinating:
A tiny speaker inside Mighty Mouse produces button-clicking and Scroll Ball-rolling sound effects.
Dude's nose was bleeding afterward. But he powered on and finished his DJ set anyway...
And then strap that toy on your arm.
In-game, fascinating but annoying. Out of context and without the sting of defeat? Like crack for my ears.
Well, it's only been like ten years, but I finally get to use that particular SL to maximum effect. Red, Mixed Nut: I'll call the paramedics to resuscitate.
This doesn't make me happy anymore, it makes me miserable and a drug addict.
-Shock G., on why he's quitting hip-hop. Who will utilize their nose in numerically high 60s digits to tickle rears now? Who will get busy in Burger King bathrooms? Think of the kids, Hump!
The real-life Ron Burgundy spells it out. CLASSIC.
Music's a nice choice, everyone looks hott, but man does this UK promo not work.
A judge Monday sentenced confessed serial bomber Eric Rudolph to life in prison without the possibility of parole for the deadly 1998 bombing at a Birmingham, Alabama, women's clinic. Rudolph likely will serve his time at a "supermax" federal prison in Florence, Colorado, which also houses "Unabomber" Ted Kaczynski and Ramzi Yousef, mastermind of the 1993 World Trade Center bombing.
BREAKING NEWS A group calling itself the "Secret Organization group of al-Qaeda of Jihad in Europe" claims London blasts. Details soon.
"Hey bro, why don't you streamline it man? Something like Euro-al-Qaeda?"
The UCB is on fire this month.
Mixed Nut-only (I think) on this one. But man is it hilariously awesome.
Did anyone else catch PM Dawn on Hit Me Baby One More Time last night? What the eff was up with Prince Be? He was like half-blind, half 90 years old.