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Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Some Friday Funky Beats
Sometimes, I love Myspace, but wish it wasn’t such a wasteland of spammers and porn-bots. Once in a great while, though, you find some decent things.
Like this guy, Paul Faulkner’s (aka Wainscott or Luna) beats. Some good, old fashioned, electronic music. From the house tracks released under Wainscott or the trance tracks released under Luna, Faulkner’s bringin’ it back, old school. Great, now I want to go dancing. Curses for living in Pittsburgh.
So for your Friday, have some funky beats to get you through the day. Be sure to catch his other tracks on Myspace, Facebook, or Reverbnation.
"7th Heaven"
"In the System"
Like this guy, Paul Faulkner’s (aka Wainscott or Luna) beats. Some good, old fashioned, electronic music. From the house tracks released under Wainscott or the trance tracks released under Luna, Faulkner’s bringin’ it back, old school. Great, now I want to go dancing. Curses for living in Pittsburgh.
So for your Friday, have some funky beats to get you through the day. Be sure to catch his other tracks on Myspace, Facebook, or Reverbnation.
"7th Heaven"
"In the System"
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Since no one wants to put an actual video of Mike Doughty doing this song on YouTube…
You get this guy doing “Lorna Zauberberg”. Thankfully, he’s pretty good. I’ve been ever so in love with this song since Sad Man Happy Man came out. I’ve periodically checked YouTube since we saw Doughty live back in October, to no avail.
So, check out this guy, Bryce Arthur Hogland, according to his YouTube, covering Mike Doughty’s “Lorna Zauberberg”.
Wait for your train in my car by the station, on the wheel my hands are burning from the cold. What do you dream as you doze against the window and will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than and in breakfast we get by on charm alone. The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets and the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white walls.
I flipped through the music that you left, all the old cassettes that lean against the wall. I ate all the peaches off the shelf and I rearranged the cans into a poem.
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night and Methadonians sleep right where they stand. A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife and you’re happily slugging Rob Royswith your man. (Side note: Think Doughty’s lived in NYC too long?)
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer and I smelled your smell and I held one to my nose. Lay awake to the drizzle on window as the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth.
It’s almost the weekend, people. This is all I got.
So, check out this guy, Bryce Arthur Hogland, according to his YouTube, covering Mike Doughty’s “Lorna Zauberberg”.
Wait for your train in my car by the station, on the wheel my hands are burning from the cold. What do you dream as you doze against the window and will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than and in breakfast we get by on charm alone. The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets and the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white walls.
I flipped through the music that you left, all the old cassettes that lean against the wall. I ate all the peaches off the shelf and I rearranged the cans into a poem.
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night and Methadonians sleep right where they stand. A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife and you’re happily slugging Rob Royswith your man. (Side note: Think Doughty’s lived in NYC too long?)
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer and I smelled your smell and I held one to my nose. Lay awake to the drizzle on window as the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth.
It’s almost the weekend, people. This is all I got.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Hero 108 – Jumpy Ghost Face
That guy right there? Know what his name is? His name is Jumpy Ghost Face and I love him. I love him so much. So, very, much. Also, I’ve had a whole lot of coffee again this morning, so please forgive me…
So, there’s this new…ish (March 2010) show, Hero 108 on Cartoon Network and that’s where this little guy is from. Generally speaking, the show is about humans and animals trying to live in peace in the Hidden Kingdom, loosely inspired by the Chinese novel, Water Margin. It’s really not my kind of show, but I love Jumpy Ghost Face SO MUCH! SO MUCH IT KIND OF HURTS!
Voiced by Mark Drummond (GARU ON PUCCA! ZOMG! And more famously, I suppose, Vegeta from Dragonball Z), Jumpy Ghost Face is a badass ninja bunny with shuriken carrots and hand grenades and a bit of a daydreaming problem. He is my long lost child and fraternal twin of Turnip. I’m convinced. Plus, his name is Jumpy Ghost Face. Seriously.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Glee = EPIC FAIL
So, last night was the “Lady Gaga” (I use this term loosely) episode of Glee, “Theatricality”. I had never actually sat down and watched an episode of this show, but I figured, “Hey! I love Lady Gaga! This is gonna be awesome!”.
…not. So. Much.
How dare they use the name of Gaga to get ratings when they use TWO, count them, TWO songs, one of which was such a horribly butchered version of “Poker Face”, I just went to bed. That was the straw that broke the blogger’s back. I’m actually a little nauseous just thinking about it.
Glee‘s “Poker Face”:
Are you kidding me? THIS, “POKER FACE” is what you choose to sing with your MOTHER as some sort of incredible bonding experience? If I was your mother, I would beat the hell out of you for being such a jackass. I don’t know about you guys, but singing a duet with my mother involving anything even remotely related to “my muffin” does not sound like a good time. Do the makers of Glee even know the implications of that song?!
The only part of this show that is any good is the lovably stupid principal who things that all goth kids and Twilight fans are actual vampires. That guy, I like. And the weird Asian goth girl is okay. I want to love the weird, flamboyant gay kid, but no. Can’t even do that. In case you couldn’t tell, this show is epically cliche. You have: The Slutty Cheerleader, The Sassy Fat Black Girl, The Gay, The Sensitive Jock, The Asian Goth, The Handicapped Kid, and The Princess. Really? Hasn’t this been done to death already? John Hughes would kick your ass, Glee.
Glee‘s “Bad Romance”:
This one didn’t make a part of my soul die, thankfully. Nothing like “Poker Face”, but it’s certainly no Lady Gaga. This sounded like such a good idea once upon a time. I just lost an hour of my life to this show. Fool me once, Glee, fool me once…
I’ve learned my lesson: Glee = EPIC FAIL.
…not. So. Much.
How dare they use the name of Gaga to get ratings when they use TWO, count them, TWO songs, one of which was such a horribly butchered version of “Poker Face”, I just went to bed. That was the straw that broke the blogger’s back. I’m actually a little nauseous just thinking about it.
Glee‘s “Poker Face”:
Are you kidding me? THIS, “POKER FACE” is what you choose to sing with your MOTHER as some sort of incredible bonding experience? If I was your mother, I would beat the hell out of you for being such a jackass. I don’t know about you guys, but singing a duet with my mother involving anything even remotely related to “my muffin” does not sound like a good time. Do the makers of Glee even know the implications of that song?!
The only part of this show that is any good is the lovably stupid principal who things that all goth kids and Twilight fans are actual vampires. That guy, I like. And the weird Asian goth girl is okay. I want to love the weird, flamboyant gay kid, but no. Can’t even do that. In case you couldn’t tell, this show is epically cliche. You have: The Slutty Cheerleader, The Sassy Fat Black Girl, The Gay, The Sensitive Jock, The Asian Goth, The Handicapped Kid, and The Princess. Really? Hasn’t this been done to death already? John Hughes would kick your ass, Glee.
Glee‘s “Bad Romance”:
This one didn’t make a part of my soul die, thankfully. Nothing like “Poker Face”, but it’s certainly no Lady Gaga. This sounded like such a good idea once upon a time. I just lost an hour of my life to this show. Fool me once, Glee, fool me once…
I’ve learned my lesson: Glee = EPIC FAIL.
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