Not much to say about this one. Except that it's awesome.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Get Well Soon, Ms. James!
Etta James - the legendary jazz singer who gave us "Something's Got a Hold on Me," "Tough Lover," and "Stop the Wedding" - was hospitalized in southern California earlier this week because of a serious urinary tract infection.
Lucky for us, she's expected to make a full recovery soon! Get better Etta!
Here's a little Etta James ditty to keep you busy.
[image from kalamu]
Recommendations: National Lottery Commercial
BBC is giving me lots of treats today. First Mumford and Sons, which I heard on a BBC advertisement, and now this National Lottery commercial!
This one, though, came slightly indirectly from my always musically steadfast friend, Liz F. Though it's not a full song, it's definitely entertaining. And kind of creepy, actually.
What do you think? Looks like it was swept from under Tim Burton's brain, right?
This one, though, came slightly indirectly from my always musically steadfast friend, Liz F. Though it's not a full song, it's definitely entertaining. And kind of creepy, actually.
What do you think? Looks like it was swept from under Tim Burton's brain, right?
the five levels of hangover
So, I know this isn't music related, but I thought I'd share anyway. A co-worker gave me this today...too good to keep to myself.
One star hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving steak and fries.
Two star hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing aroudn the fruity pancake from teh 3:00 AM waffle house excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
Three star hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavoured schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were at home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet coke -- yet you haven't peed once.
Four star hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for beign late and given you a lecture for reekingof booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face (for the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars). Your eyes look like one big red vein and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.
Five star hangover (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so yout tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare floater thrown in. The sole purposeo f this floater seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good right about now...
Things that are impossible to say when you're drunk:- Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
- Nope, no more booze for me.
- Sorry, but you're not really my type.
- Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
- Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing!
One star hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving steak and fries.
Two star hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing aroudn the fruity pancake from teh 3:00 AM waffle house excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
Three star hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavoured schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were at home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet coke -- yet you haven't peed once.
Four star hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for beign late and given you a lecture for reekingof booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face (for the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars). Your eyes look like one big red vein and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.
Five star hangover (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so yout tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare floater thrown in. The sole purposeo f this floater seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good right about now...
Things that are impossible to say when you're drunk:- Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
- Nope, no more booze for me.
- Sorry, but you're not really my type.
- Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
- Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing!
song of the day: the cave by mumford and sons

It's not every day that my interest is peaked by the phrase "English folk rock." For Mymford and Sons, however, I can work up some excitement.
This band came around in 2007, rising out of London's folk scene with other artists like Laura Marling, Johnny Flynn, Jay Jay Pistolet and Noah and the Whale.
Mumford and Sons' newest single, "The Cave" is one of the most hauntingly beautiful songs that I've ever heard. It's the kind of song that fills your heart with angst and banjos and fiddles and happiness. And now I sound like a fan boy. But there you go.
Take a listen, you'll see what I mean.
[image from slappingfish]
song of the day: heartbeats by the knife
"Heartbeats" is The Knife's breakout single from way back in 1999. This Swedish electro pop duo is all sorts of badass. Have a listen. I dare you to disagree.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wanda Sykes, you're my hero.
You've heard "Pants on the Ground", but have you heard "Boobs Out Your Blouse"?
song of the day: girl anachronism by the dresden dolls
In college, we made a kings rule that forbade using pronouns. Inevitably, this song would come on as soon as the rule was enforced.
Try singing this song without pronouns. Try drinking every time you screw up. I dare you.
In other Dresden Doll related news, fabulous and bisexual (fabulously bisexual?) performer Amanda Palmer has been keeping really busy even though the Dresden Dolls are caput. I'm particularly looking forward to her new project, "Evelyn Evelyn" with Jason Webley.
Try singing this song without pronouns. Try drinking every time you screw up. I dare you.
In other Dresden Doll related news, fabulous and bisexual (fabulously bisexual?) performer Amanda Palmer has been keeping really busy even though the Dresden Dolls are caput. I'm particularly looking forward to her new project, "Evelyn Evelyn" with Jason Webley.
Dear Black Eyed Peas...stop plagarizing!!

Ebony Latrice Batts (a.k.a. Pheonix Phenom) and Manfred Mohr have filed a copyright infringement lawsuit against the Black Eyed Peas. Not a shocker, really, since this is happened a bunch of times before.
The members of Groundation accused the BEPs of stealing from them in their 2006 recording of "Voodoo Doll" and, more recently, the BEPs settled a lawsuit filed against them by Adam Freeland for copyright infringement agaisnt his song "Mancry" which somehow ended up in "Party All The Time."
(for more info, see http://perezhilton.com/2009-11-18-repeat-infringer-william-and-black-eyed-peas-settle-plagiarism-case)
Batts' and Mohr's attorney stated that “[His] clients submitted their copyrighted song “Boom Dynamite” to Interscope Records after Interscope had shown interest in some of their music, and the Black Eyed Peas later copied the song when they wrote “Boom Boom Pow.” A simple listening of the two songs will tell you that the songs are substantially similar, and that the hooks of the two songs are virtually identical in rhythm and lyrics.” They do sound a lot a like...have a look-see.
Maybe the Black Eyed Peas should start being more careful. Or, you know, more original.
[image from scrapetv]
Nick Jonas, who are you kidding?
Nick Jonas is on the cover of men's fashion magazine, VMan. His caption: How to Be a Rock Star.




Although he does look dashing, it's difficult not to view him as a kid dressing up in big boy clothes.
I hate to break it to you, Nick Jonas, but you aren't a rock star. You're a Mickey Mouse hat wearing, Disney bred teeny bopper.
Sorry.
(images from Perez Hilton / VMAN)




Although he does look dashing, it's difficult not to view him as a kid dressing up in big boy clothes.
I hate to break it to you, Nick Jonas, but you aren't a rock star. You're a Mickey Mouse hat wearing, Disney bred teeny bopper.
Sorry.
(images from Perez Hilton / VMAN)
GaGa-licious to open the Grammys
song of the day: take me on the floor by the veronicas
"Take Me on the Floor" is an electropop-dance song by twin sister electropop-dance sensations, The Veronicas. It is from their second album, Hook Me Up, which was released to radio stations as their second single in the United States on March 24, 2009.
Try not to dance. I dare you.
Try not to dance. I dare you.
MOVING ON!
So, now that the thesis is over, we can move on to more enjoyable topics! Musings on songs and whatever else happens to catch my fancy.
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