Beastie Remix went so well so fast, thought I'd put up another one.
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Disclaimer: I remix songs as a form of fan appreciation, and as a method of getting my name out there in the hopes that I can do this professionally. I make no money off of these remixes.
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New remix I did. Sounds pretty good, if I do say so myself.
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Disclaimer: I remix songs as a form of fan appreciation, and as a method of getting my name out there in the hopes that I can do this professionally. I make no money off of these remixes. Do pick up 'To The 5 Boroughs' as it rocks much ass.
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I made B. Pulliam's Complete List of Black Album Remixes! Whee! If you make Geocities, you can take the world!
Looking for a picture of Claudine Longet (from the Peter Sellers pic The Party), when I came across this picture.
Sad thing is, you can still buy this album, but with a way less interesting cover.
Check the LO2unes link on the right. I'm starting to post all my remixes, mashups, original tracks and FunkaFeltaFish stuff there. Updates will be slow, but check in from time to time if you want some free music.
My favorite lyric from Bowling For Soup's new album, A Hangover You Don't Deserve.
Just Kidding. Nellie McKay's Get Away From Me is still my favorite record of the year so far, but this one's in the top ten. Produced and arranged by Ben Folds (who worked with Shatner on Fear of Pop), this record really turned out to be a joy, and a far cry from The Transformed Man, Shatner's ridiculous (yet oddly compelling) previous album. Simply put, this is a solid record, and I listened straight through from beginning to end (an increasing rarity for me in the age of MP3).
*I couldn't wheedle it down to 10.
**Not necessarily released in 2004. Also includes older albums I'd never heard before, only heard parts of, or rediscovered.
Grey Album, Schmay Album. It's 2005, and it's Beastie/Beatles mashup time.
My 11 Best Albums of 2004 should have been 12. I don't know how I forgot William Shatner's masterpiece, but I have fixed it now. Laugh all you want, but I have never heard a record that blends humility and hubris like this. I love it.
Ben Folds' Super D EP is an early candidate for 2005's list. I haven't heard the other EPs yet (he's on an EP kick), but I might combine them into a single entry. This record's pretty incredible.
You can be busting your hump, working for hours on your laptop, and Tori Amos' "Me and a Gun" will pop up on WinAmp and stop you dead, just to listen. Music's amazing.
Seems that Bowling for Soup has booked an indie rapper on their current tour.
No, I'm not jealous.
His song iGeneration is a must for your iPod. Download it here.
Okay, I'm a little jealous.
I've recently gained a new interest in vinyl. I got hold of a large collection, and I'm back in the groove (ooo. pun not intended.). As a result, I started looking online for varied stuff, and came across this.
The ELP Laser Turntable plays any kind of record you put in it without needles. This is the coolest thing I've ever seen. $20,000. Poo. Good review at Stereo Review.
Ever see the deleted scenes on the High Fidelity DVD? I think this guy beats it.
OK, I'm curious to see if I have enough traffic now to drum up interest in such a ridiculous project.
The Brak Album is something I never got around to doing, so I've turned it into a communal project/contest. The project page is located at:
If you have interest in mashups, remixes, stupid music, etc., check it out. If you like the idea, and you have a blog, link to it. Thanks.
According to the Newshour, Christina Aguilera's music is used as a, well, coercion technique at Gitmo.
Maybe a hint for her to switch to singing jazz standards, like I keep saying. Just a suggestion. Really pretty voice, mostly crappy music.
The Faint's "Southern Belles in London Sing" is the best song I've heard in about a month. Get to yout iTunes.
Addendum: Motown Remixed is a pretty darn good record as well.
The first EP from my band FunkaFeltaFish is now apparently being sold in Hong Kong by 2580 Club, who specialize in "Hip Hiop," "Pop," "R&B" and "Bock."
I'm very confused.
Are you the kind of person that says "Hey! There's just not enough remixed classic video game music out there! I need something to ease my suffering!"
This is Dokaka. Click Dokaka. Pick a song you're familiar with. Freak the hell out.
He kept ranting about how they suck, and I didn't listen, until now. I think the thing with the Peas is that they have "trigger songs," in other words, tracks that make you hate them. Everyone has a different trigger. His was Where is the Love. Mine is My Humps. Here are some sample lyrics, if you haven't heard it before:
"What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work."
"What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump."
"I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight."
And the real winner:
"My hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
My hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my lovely little lumps."
I love Hip-Hop. Love it with a big dank stinky passion. This song is shit, and is about as far from hip-hop as you can get. Right now, I can't think of a more poorly produced song to ever get radio play (including the Macarena).
I blame Dre.
In the Tradition of Dynamite Hack's Boyz in the Hood and The Gourds' (NOT PHISH) Gin and Juice, Jonathan Coulton's awesome cover of Baby Got Back.
Found via Boing Boing (I said that I wouldn't do any more "via Boing Boing's" anymore, since everybody seems to read it anyway, but there were many many hoops to get through to get the damn mp3, so...)
I do a lot of work in my local coffee house, and at night, they feature a whole lot of easily forgettable, generic musicians. It takes a lot to get my attention. Aaron Winters did a pretty good job. It's like Jeff Buckley's Live at Sin-e in here, without the high notes.
There are a few MP3s on his page. Dig it.
It's no secret that I hate My Humps. Now, I think I've figured out a way to not hate it so much. Any time that damned song comes on the radio, just sing these lyrics instead (Feel free to copy and print!).
My Smurfs
by The Blue Eyed Smurfs
What you gon’ do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside your smurf?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you smurf,
Get you smurf drunk off My smurf.
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf,
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, my lovely little smurfs. (smurf it out)
I drive these smurfs crazy,
I smurf it on the daily,
They smurf me really nicely,
They buy me all these smurfies.
Dolce & smurf,
Fendi and smurf
smurf, they be smurfin’
All their smurf got me smurfin' fly
But I ain’t smurfin,
They say they love my smurf‘n,
smurf Jeans, True smurf'n's,
I say no, but they keep smurfin’
So I keep on smurfin’
And no I ain’t smurfen
We can keep on smurfin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My smurf, my smurf, my smurf, my smurf
You smurf my smurfy smurfs,
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf,
My smurfs they got u,
She’s got me smurfing.
(Oh) smurfin’ all your smurf on me and spending smurf on me.
She’s got me smurfin’.
(Oh) smurfin' all your smurf on me, up on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside that smurf?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you smurf,
Get you smurf drunk off My smurf.
What u gon’ do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside them smurfs?
I’m a make, make, make, make you smurf
Make u smurf, make you smurf.
Cos of My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf.
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, my lovely lady smurfs. (smurf it out)
I met a smurf down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your smurf, you can be my smurf
Let's spend smurf not smurf.
I mix your smurf wit my cocoa smurf,
smurfy, smurfy cocoa,
Mix your smurf with my cocoa smurf, milky, milky smuuuuuuurf.
They say I’m really smurfy,
The smurf they wanna smurf me.
They always smurfing next to me,
Always smurfing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel My smurf, smurf.
Lookin’ at my smurf, smurf.
U can smurf but you can’t smurf it,
If you smurf it I'ma start some smurf,
You don’t want no smurf,
No, no smurf, no, no, no, no smurf
So don’t pull on my smurf smurf,
You ain’t my smurf, smurf,
I’m just tryn’a smurf smurf,
And move My smurf.
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf,
My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf, My smurf.
My lovely lady smurfs [x3]
In the smurf and in the smurf.
My smurfin’ got u,
She’s got me smurfin’.
(Oh) smurfin’ all your smurf on me and smurfing smurf on me.
She’s got me smurfin’.
(Oh) smurfin' all your smurf on me, up on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside that smurf?
I’ma get, get, get, get you smurf,
Get you smurf drunk off My smurf.
What you gon’ do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside them smurfs?
I’ma make, make, make, make you smurf
Make you smurf, make you smurf.
What you gon do with all that smurf?
All that smurf inside that smurf?
I’ma get, get, get, get you smurf,
Get you smurf drunk off this smurf.
What you gon’ do wit all that smurf?
All that smurf inside that smurf?
I’ma make, make, make, make you smurf
Make you smurf, smurf, make you smurf.
She’s got me smurfin’.
smurfin all your smurf on me and smurfin’ smurf on me
She’s got me smurfin’.
smurfin' all your smurf on me, up on me, on me.
I really can't stop laughing at this. I think something might be broken in my brain.
Thanks to Jen and The Superficial.
Ah, the little reminders of what it's like to be 18 in 2005. I get in a conversation with a fellow Common Grounds regular about the music being played on the coffee shop stereo (a very short conversation), when she says:
"Music is music."
"Music is music? So you don't like anything in particular? No favorite bands or anything?" I say.
"No, it's not that. I'm just not 'Oh, I liked them better when they were touring in '78 with the Whos.'"
Shortly after, they remembered the Whos were actually loosely involved with the Grinch, somewhere in the Whoville area (see picture).
So Gizmodo is having a contest where you take samples from a dying hard drive and build a song from it. I've been really busy, but I can't resist a challenge, so I cranked a song out on the double-quick. I was tired, so my delivery is a little crappy, and I recorded the vocals on an old mono Macintosh microphone, but it's still pretty funny (I think). Check it out here. You can listen to the other entries here.
While I'm at it, check out Odeo, the service that's hosting the songs. You can phone blog. cool.
Addendum: I didn't win, but I was listed first on a list of seven highlights (out of 100, not too shabby). So, I guess I'll go ahead and make the MP3 downloadable. Click here for Crizzash.
Addendum: direct download at anachronomicon.
Rolling Stone has been letting me down a lot lately, especially with their godawful obsession with sweaty, drug-addled putz Pete Doherty. But every once and a while, they totally redeem themselves.
Aphex Twin.
ANALORD 10
(vinyl + binder)
Bluddy hell.
Totally wickid.
Last year, vitamin-deprived gimps from all over the world rushed like phlegmy lemmings to the Rephlex website because they felt a tell-tale ache in their pockmarks. This is known as the AFX tingle and affects young males with acne (the target demographic for the music of Richard D James). Once there they each forked out fourteen score and ten shekels for a binder made from a material spun (by the same elves who did Elton John's hair) out of the hide of Aphex's maternal great-uncle, Eric "the Major" Featheringtone, whose life harvesting birds' nests for soup from mossy crags on the outcrops of Shetland had made his outer surface pig-hardy and impervious to most known varieties of moisture.
Richard personally concealed twelve holepunched plastic sheaths and a one-hundred-and-eighty-gram round vinyl disc inside each binder. This contained two of his favourite songs, "fenixfunk5" (which is about using paragliding as a means of gauging the progression of myxomatosis among rabbit populations living on or around sugarbeet plantations), and "xmd5a" (which was inspired by Richard's personal trainer injecting botox into cumberland sausages to celebrate rising inflation rates in Zimbabwe).
Unfortunately, at the record launch party, the appearance of Rephlex Records' owner, Grut Clovis-Encephalogram, ill-advisedly wearing an outfit comprising of sixty-two mackerel skulls held together with manatee spittle and pipe cleaners, led to his being declared an "obeah man" by Haringay Council and banished to the woods next to Asda, where today he ekes out an existence bending twigs for dogfaced children to use in bomb shelters.
Luckily, Aphex Twin returns in May with his new album, "Agrah!", and has promised to get his cock out for Easter.
Until then, thrill to the hills with unalloyed gurgly orgasmic triumph at the prospect of owning one of these perfectly splendid binders along with the aforementioned 180gm audiophile-pressing limited Analord 10 black vinyl disc. The remaining plastic sheaths may be filled at your leisure with the remaining Analord discs, which, as you know, contain songs about subjects as diverse as earwig migration during news time, cheese rind as a masturbatory aid, naming logs, and telling your mum there's a man at the door when there isn't.
HERE COMES THE TEDIOUS BUT VERY IMPORTANT STUFF
DO NOT BID WITHOUT READING!
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RECORD HAS BEEN PLAYED ONLY ONCE AND IS CONSEQUENTLY IN REALLY EXCELLENT CONDITION. BINDER LIKEWISE IN EXCELLENT CONDITION. DUE TO BLITHERING IDIOCY AT REPHLEX RECORDS HOWEVER ANALORD 10 WAS SENT INSIDE ONE OF THE PLASTIC SHEATHS WHICH HAS MEANT THAT WHILE IN TRANSIT A SMALL (ROUGHLY 3-INCH) SPLIT HAS OCCURRED ON THE SPINE OF ONE OF THEM. THIS SAME PROBLEM OCCURRED WITH MOST PURCHASERS; SOME SELLERS CHOOSE NOT TO MENTION IT... GIVE ME THE NOBEL PRIZE FOR HONESTY... ANAL-RETENTIVE PERFECTION NAZIS NEED NOT APPLY.
PAYMENT: I PREFER PAYPAL BUT WILL ACCEPT CASH (SENT REGISTERED) OR BRITISH POSTAL ORDERS. I DO NOT ACCEPT CHEQUES, MONEY ORDERS, BIG BAGS OF CRACK, LUNCHEON VOUCHERS, DINNER WITH MICHAEL CRAWFORD, OR THOSE LITTLE LADDERS FOR SPIDERS TO CLIMB OUT OF THE BATH.
WINNERS MUST PAY WITHIN TEN DAYS OF AUCTION ENDING OTHERWISE YOU RISK HURTING MY FEELINGS (AND GETTING BAD FEEDBACK, AND A POSSIBLE VOODOO CURSE).
I WILL POST WORLDWIDE. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT WILL COST THOUGH. IF YOU ARE ONE OF THESE STRANGE 'OVERSEAS' TYPES LET ME KNOW AND I WILL GRUDGINGLY GO AND FIND STUFF OUT ABOUT POSTAGE RATES.
DO NOT BID IF YOU HAVE NEGATIVE FEEDBACK OR NO INTENTION OF PAYING. THIS AUCTION IS ALSO NOT OPEN TO DANIEL O'DONNELL. OR WEREWOLVES. SORRY.
ITEM WILL BE SENT BY ROYAL MAIL FIRST CLASS POST, PACKAGED IN BUBBLEWRAP, INSIDE THE BOX IT CAME IN, WITHIN TWO WORKING DAYS OF RECEIPT OF PAYMENT.
I ALWAYS RETAIN PROOF OF POSTAGE AND ACCEPT NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIEVING POSTMEN, ACTS OF GOD OR ACTS OF DOGS (OR FRESHWATER FISH).
ONE OF THE PICTURES WITH THIS LISTING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT - SEE IF YOU CAN SPOT WHICH ONE.
CHECK MY FEEDBACK - PRETTY DAMN GOOD. THE LAST INSTANCE OF NEGATIVE FEEDBACK IS NEARLY A YEAR OLD, AND FROM A HAPPY HARDCORE FAN (SO IT DOESN'T COUNT).
I'M TRYING TO MAKE SOME MONEY SO I CAN MOVE TO BRIGHTON. I'M TIRED OF BEDFORD - DULL AS FECK. PLEASE GIVE GENEROUSLY!
Questions from other members:
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Q: That item description was one of the most brilliant things I have EVER read... Thankyou, THANKYOU for that!
A: I can't claim responsibility - all this info was told me by a plankton-eating dwarves riding a fleet of stolen choppers.
Q: I am one of those weird overseas types, but I have been waiting t blow some money on something. Please let me know what the rates would be about--shipping to Washington, DC. Thanks! -ben
A: I've hauled myself out of my lazy hammock and hassled various post office bods, and here it is: postage to mainland Europe will be £16.59, and to everywhere else in the world (including Washington DC) it will be £19.92.
Q: hello fellow ebayer! that's quite an item description! well, it is another very early in the morning here in Texas and i am rather loopy from lack of sleep lately. anyway, i have one of these binders and am also a biologist - how do these correlate you ask? actually, the largest rodent in the world is the CAPYBARA (about the size of a small surfboard!) I WISH my binder were that large so i could have even more analord tracks, but, alas, it's normal size. i DO, however have 10 smaller rodents living in my house and each is (as you advertise) surely dwarfed by the binder. anyway, i need sleep.
A: The rodent I was referring to is actually the Mexican snorkelling vole.
Click here to view wom biddum biddum's other items. Also funny.
Addendum: I had some trouble with my tracker. Here are the new torrent files.
Please be patient. My connection is crap lately.
Thanks to Boing Boing for providing The IT Crowd Dance Remix.
Addendum: Thanks again to Boing Boing for posting my remix! 1500 downloads and counting!
My song Crizzash, mentioned earlier here, has gotten some airplay on New York / Jersey City indie station WFMU. I'm very pleased.
Listen to the show here. (RealPlayer required. I kinda hate Real, so I use Real Alternative)
I've opened an eBay store, in an attempt to get the stuff I'm selling organized. I've named it Anachronomicon, after the website I'm trying to get together as my online media hub. For a while, it'll just be vinyl. If you're into that, check out:
http://stores.ebay.com/Anachronomicon
I'll be adding stuff to it pretty much constantly.
Day 1 of the Pete Doherty / Rolling Stone "Dear God, how desperate can a magazine get? Despite the fact that 99% of the people I know say 'What the hell is a Babyshamble?' they keep mentioning this moron over and over again, giving him a fucking headline on the cover (At least he didn't get the cover pic...yet.), probably brainstorming on the best way to get him dead so they can have another drug death cover boy in the age of Clay Aiken and My Humps ('send him a box of crack? A box of crack in a box of Chex? fill a model with crack?') and prove that rock just keeps on rockin' till the breakadawn." deathwatch begins...now.
Addendum: I got nothing against Pete. Pete needs help. Pete is sad. It just irritates me that the same week I find out that Grandaddy is no more because they're tired of trying to get noticed for their beautiful music, Rolling Stone is writing about Pete.
If you don't know who Scooter is, it's OK. You're not missing much. Just watch this until you get about a minute in, as it starts a litttle slow. Very mildly NSFW.
Wikipedia entry for Scooter, if you're interested.
Bootie is one of the few San Fran LA Paris NYC Black Rock City (?) Second Life (???) parties/club events that I would love to travel for. Thankfully, the 2006 Best of Bootie compilation has been released, so I can pretend I have money. It's a good (and free) disc, but not as good as the 2005 selections. Click cover above for 2006, below for 2005.
