Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"We Don't Take Shit From Nobody, You Got That Asshole? AFSCME"
What a congressman Richmond, VA has! For anyone who isn't aware of the Clark Kent look alike, Republican House whip Eric Cantor, he's a fucking dick. And not only is he a dick but he's considered the "white whale" of the Republican party because he's a republican jew. Well now Mr Cantor's in a bit of a brew-haha for a profanity laced web video he's started circulating, details below, video above...
"The union coalition AFSCME (American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees), along with Americans United for Change, started running ads targeting Cantor for encouraging Republican opposition to the economic recovery plan. The House whip reacted with an ad of his own, depicting AFSCME workers as curse-spewing bullies."
It's Not Unusual
Tom Jones has gone all Johnny Cash on us with this Hurt-esque golden-hued video for a stripped-down song. It's pretty, but you can't do the Carlton to it. More songs here, including "Green, Green Grass of Home," a song I've always associated with the Man in Black.
I'll always prefer the comeback song below, though.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Reefer Madness
8 people have just been arrested from the Michael Phelps pot party. When the sheriff who made the arrests was interviewed he said that there were pictures of a crime being committed so he had no choice to make the arrests. Hopefully this will shine a light onto the idiocy of pot persecution in this country. What's next, scanning facebook for any pictures depicting folks high or drunk in public and arresting them?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Who's Got the Guns?
Although the suspicion has been around for decades, the recent insurgence of the baseball steroid dialog bubbled during the Sosa/McGwire homerun battle and continues to steam today. That groundbreaking Sosa/McGwire race was preceded by an overall inflation of offensive power numbers in baseball, like when Brady Anderson was in the homerun derby - a former lead off hitter for the O's. But offense and excitement was welcomed in post-strike baseball. After the single season homerun record fell, the floodgates opened - an arms race. At climax, Barry Bonds boggled minds with an offensive presence that is unforgettable. And quietly a young shortstop from Miami became arguably the greatest offensive player in baseball history, in a very short period of time. These are only some of the figure-heads of the general steroid paranoia. Many other beautiful and amazing things happened in baseball during this time, which beckons the ethical dilemma.
I'm saddened. From personal experience, I dedicated a good 15-20 years learning this game and understanding it's philosophy. That philosophy evolved in recent decades and I experienced that evolution first hand. I didn't go with the flow. As with most things in my life, I appreciate integrity and originality, organics, and pureness of form and intellectualism. I always appreciated players like Tony Gwynn, Cal Ripken, and Greg Maddux, where grace and discipline were celebrated over brute force. There is something to be said about the beauty of a Bonds and McGwire homerun because yes, these two guys have the purest of the pure of swings. However, their crescendo signaled standards that are only attainable through substance.
Can we return to Ty Cobb? Do we want to? Is baseball evolving? Does it mirror American inflated life in general? Do we hate the cheaters? Do we forget, forgive, or say fuck you?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Reasons To Watch This Years Grammy's
So for the first time in a long time I'm actually excited for the Grammy's as there are quite a few reasons to watch. Not only has an abnormal amount of good music been nominated this year but also there's a nice line up of performances as well. There's Radiohead performing with the USC marching band, a 9month pregnant M.I.A performing on stage, a Dave Grohl and Paul McCartney duet, Coldplay, Kanye West, a Four Tops tribute, and massive amounts of Lil Wayne. Also there's this great ad campaign they've got this year with artists faces being made of of the songs that have been most influential in their lives. Here's to hoping Thom and Wayne walk away as the big winners for the night.
Friday, February 6, 2009
“You ain’t my bitch, nigga! Buy your own damn fries!”
First Christian Bale, now Pres. Barack Obama.
The audiobook of "Dream From My Father" won Barack Obama the 2006 Grammy Award for Best Spoken Word Album. It also features now-President Barack quoting his high school-friend Ray's colorful manner of speaking. The Boston Phoenix did a great job of pulling mp3s of the president's profanist profanities. I wish it had been possible for me to have W. saying “This shit’s getting way too complicated for me” as my ringtone, but this is the next best thing.
Quick: whoever makes a YouTube techno remix first wins a bajillion hits and a spot on VH1's BEST WEEK EVER.
“You know that guy ain’t shit. Sorry-ass motherfucker ain’t got nothing on me.”
“There are white folks, and then there are ignorant motherfuckers like you.”
“You ain’t my bitch, nigga! Buy your own damn fries!”
“Sure you can have my number, baby!”
“Blam!”
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Who Said It?
"You guys know your president, right?" she asked the crowd amid cheers. "You know the one with the big ears? Wait a minute, he ain't my president, he might be yours, he ain't my president. You know that woman he had singing for him, singing my song -- she's gonna get her ass whipped. The great Beyoncé ... But I can't stand Beyoncé. She has no business up there, singing up there on a big ol' president day ... singing my song that I've been singing forever."
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Slept On Sounds: Little Green Bag
So for anyone whose seen the opening of Reservoir Dogs then you've most certainly heard this tune, George Baker Selection's "Little Green Bag". This song just seems to have a certain something to it. With it's tambourine playing on the off beats, the jazzy bass intro, it's got a cool feel to it, and then it just busts into this big spanish sounding chorus with full horns blazing. What an ear for music Tarantino has.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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Will someone tell Phil to get his pansy-ass out on the playing field?
we've got worthdays to celebrate.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Why The Faux Outrage?
Why in God's name is the world flipping out because of this. It's just reefer for Christ sake. It's not like it's Richard Pryor freebasing cocaine from a spoon.
Get Your Kicks on the Cheap
This fucking economy... and I right, folks, or am I right? Everywhere you read, you find articles displaying the loss of luxery, how things used to go like that, now they go like this. A lot of people are having to cut back, and spend a lot less than they used to. What do a lot of kids our age spend their money on? You guess it: Drugs. I thought all was lost, until I stumbled across this Gawker article. Luckily, there's a way to catch a buzz on the cheap.
"Another good technique that's been circling around the internet for a few days is The Ganzfeld Procedure. It sounds like a Tintin adventure, yes, but it's really quite unexotic. All you do is cut a ping-pong ball in half, put 'em over your eyes, lie down, and put the radio on a static channel. Eventually, due to the lack of sensory stimuli, your brain will come up with its own shit to entertain and engage you. People see horses and talk to dead relatives and stuff. And all that costs you is the price of a ping-pong ball! And a radio, I guess, if you don't have one. Though if you don't have a radio you're probably in worse shape than most and probably shouldn't be spending your time getting ping-pong high anyway. "
As many of you know, I've also been listening to a lot of hip-hop lately. No, not that Kanye West bullshit, I'm talking 'bout my man 2Pac! In several on his songs he references "sherm." My favorite song I Ain't Mad at Cha, 2Pac raps, "On the block with ya glock trippin' off sherm." Given my inquisitive nature, I went to Urban Dictionary and found out it was:
"SHERM is a cigarette dipped in formaldahyde, which is embalming fluid. It is not PCP. A sherm stick will run you ten dollars per cigarette in LA, and you will probably have to provide your own, so make sure it's a 100 type cigarette. If it's a good one, it will be soaked and probably wrapped in aluminum foil. Do not drive and smoke a sherm stick. It is a lot like being totally drunk on acid and meth at once and lasts several hours."
Ten bucks? That's affordable!
"Another good technique that's been circling around the internet for a few days is The Ganzfeld Procedure. It sounds like a Tintin adventure, yes, but it's really quite unexotic. All you do is cut a ping-pong ball in half, put 'em over your eyes, lie down, and put the radio on a static channel. Eventually, due to the lack of sensory stimuli, your brain will come up with its own shit to entertain and engage you. People see horses and talk to dead relatives and stuff. And all that costs you is the price of a ping-pong ball! And a radio, I guess, if you don't have one. Though if you don't have a radio you're probably in worse shape than most and probably shouldn't be spending your time getting ping-pong high anyway. "
As many of you know, I've also been listening to a lot of hip-hop lately. No, not that Kanye West bullshit, I'm talking 'bout my man 2Pac! In several on his songs he references "sherm." My favorite song I Ain't Mad at Cha, 2Pac raps, "On the block with ya glock trippin' off sherm." Given my inquisitive nature, I went to Urban Dictionary and found out it was:
"SHERM is a cigarette dipped in formaldahyde, which is embalming fluid. It is not PCP. A sherm stick will run you ten dollars per cigarette in LA, and you will probably have to provide your own, so make sure it's a 100 type cigarette. If it's a good one, it will be soaked and probably wrapped in aluminum foil. Do not drive and smoke a sherm stick. It is a lot like being totally drunk on acid and meth at once and lasts several hours."
Ten bucks? That's affordable!
It's A Gas, Gas, Gas!
A few Friday's ago I found myself drunk (again) at a bar in Hell's Kitchen. Around 10pm a band took the stage and began playing Rolling Stones covers. The lead singer was good, but I've seen better. I then found out this was no ordinary Stones cover band, this was a KAREOKE Rolling Stones cover band, so they encouraged people to join them onstage to get their "inner-Jagger" out in the open.
"I was born in a cross-fire hurricane!"
Needless to say I was the first participant. I was happy to have Kurt Cobain backing me up on guitar. My friend Becky started recording at the start of the third verse. I screamed, I shook, I threw myself to my knees. What you don't see in this clip, once the song stopped, I taunt the crowd merriclessly. "Thank you, little pig fuckers! I'd like to see someone follow THAT up, I dare you." Then I held up the mic and promptly dropped it to the floor and walked off stage. That cover band didn't know what hit 'em.
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