"I Met The Walrus"

From the Horse's Mouth:

"In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview about peace. 38 years later, Jerry has produced a film about it. 

Using the original interview recording as the soundtrack, director Josh Raskin has woven a visual narrative which tenderly romances Lennon's every word in a cascading flood of multipronged animation. 

Raskin marries the terrifyingly genius pen work of James Braithwaite with masterful digital illustration by Alex Kurina, resulting in a spell-binding vessel for Lennon's boundless wit, and timeless message."

This Is The Best Blog On The Internet. It's Indefatigable.

Kasai REX is a product of private education. And despite this fact, he has seen humanity at its most severe, at its most pedestrian, at its most grotesque.

At its most... HUMANE.

And yet, in light of all the pulchritude concordant with modern strife, this fail-safe world of ours still refuses to step aside as he cuts a swath through the cosmos, killing red dwarfs in a manner not unlike the way you scatter dandelion spores, traversing the void, piling light year upon light year upon light year upon light year the way you try not to step on a crack, BREAK-YOUR-MAMA'S-BACK.

Have a butchers.

"Who The Fuck Got Them E Pills?!"

Guns N Bombs - Nothing Is Getting Us Anywhere

Videoclip from Angelenos and Kitsune soldiers Guns N Bombs, shot with friends in and around Echo Park. Directed by Jeppe Laursen (Senior from Junior Senior) and filmed with 70s-era video gear. Starring the musicians (IMAROBOT"s Filip Turbotito and Chicago DJ Johnny Love) and their wacky California friends frolicking about, evoking a scene of some sort of cocaine-soaked, Reaganite Rococo daydream. Now that you have background, let's get back to me. Because it is, after all, my show Ed. Don't you FUCKING forget it you senile FUCK. I'M JOHNNY FUCKING CARSON GOD DAMMIT!

This track makes me wanna get all fucken MadCHESTer and eat like 25 Es (and maybe blow a few more for extra credit) and fly across the river to Manhattan, just to cause some ELE-grade problems at Stereo, yeah. Maybe play some kickball, go visor shopping. Smoke a little weeeeeeed.  I know how much you kids love your marijuana. And why not keep the party train runnin' and shoot over to London City for a bit, on the wings of MDMA? Up for a Green Light Test yeah? 225 BPM or die. Safe as fuck.

epilogue.
Where my E pill bitches at? Cos ya need to give me a call around Thursday or Friday. Your country needs you. And by your country, of course I mean the seratonin and dopamine receptors in my rapidly deteriorating brain. Semper Fi.

Chocolate Rain! The Prisons Make You Wonder Where It Went...

Tay Zonday - Chocolate Rain

Thank you Antville!

it took a second listen (i was pretty disabled by the fits of chronic, hysterical laughter), but i realized what the kid Zonday's gettin' at.

The Prisons Make You Wonder Where It Went.

this ain't no love song babydoll, it's a funeral dirge. Tay-Tay's pontificating over the plight of Black America throughout this country's history and such.

though he looks like Baby Farrakhan, he's actually 25. hence the 'Old Man River' sound. yeah.

TayZonday.com coming soon.

The Kid Is Back And There's Gonna Be Trouble...

Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up," as performed by Mr. Zonday.

millions of YouTube views...

hmm...

a case of "At" or "With."

yo baby wasssup!?!

a youtube clip brought to my attention by Mr. Cardona.

Crankin(g) - apparently some new dance craze that's making waves on the interweb. yeah. everybody's setting up webcams and dancin' up a storm these days, hoping to be on the cusp of some idiotic new trend. better yet, maybe the dance will get so big that they'll be asked to do it in the new Missy Elliott video.

YAYYYY!!!

some (many?) may see "crankin'" as another in a long line of postmodern minstrel traditions.

hmmmm...

sure. hip-hop/rap is crowded with no-talent, long-neglected children with names like Young Leek and Lil Boosie. it could even be said that hip-hop/rap is dead. and unfortunately, the seemingly harmless actions of a YouTube cranker or a "picaninny" rapper do tend to have negative effects on the mainstream perception of Blacks, both at home and abroad. that's just the way it is.

but the real victims here aren't the negatively impacted individuals of African descent who are actually doing something with their lives. oh no.

the true victims here are the middle-class White youth, eager to bite off the Black, excuse me, "Urban" tastemakers that he observes through media outlets both traditional and non-traditional alike.

yes. this is the real tragedy. thousands, possibly millions of pretty little children, emulating what they assume to be "cool." the lost generation.

at least Elvis/John Lennon/Jimmy Page/Keith Richards were ripping off beasts.

we will keep you in our prayers misguided middle American youths. we will keep you in our prayers.

grow up.

Soozie Sooz, Peanut, and Mookie thought it would be funny to tie off baby Lilly and drop a nice warm shot of heron into her chubby little arm. hilarity ensues.

to mothers past, present, and future, happy... what day is it again? oh yeah. happy chanukah!

according to a salary.com survey, the work done by the stay-at-home mom would equate to a $134,121 a year salary, with working moms pulling in a hypothetical $85,876 a year. damn mom. with that supplementary income maybe you could front me the cash for a sportbike? oh, hypothetical you say? oh well. we still love ya.

i started to put the video for that boyz II men song 'mama' up, but i start welling up whenever i hear/see it. i admit it. maybe i'll change my mind later in the day. who knows? i'm really quite the loose cannon ya know...

Eurotrash, DB Drag, and Lots of Gold Chains. Paris is in the Building.

i was going through a serious ed banger, paris, french touch scene trip some months back. a follow-up to my 'scandanavia is the shit' trip, which of course was preceded by my 'king-kong ain't got shit on clipse' end-of-'06 bent.

just thought i'd share some lesser known ed banger greatness with the unsatisfied masses. dj mehdi's the bomb-diggity son. i wasn't convinced of this until a dj spun "i am somebody" at a club here and i enjoyed it/danced to it without the ecstasy crutch. my litmus test for the purity of this genre i suppose. and this version of signatune's been reworked from it's original length (about 1.5 min) to full track status by thomas bangalter.

fitting, as recent download sprees have evidenced that with the success of ed banger's flagship model, justice, every fucking electronic artist seems to want to shamelessly emulate the post-Discovery sound of le Daft Punk. but whatev, if you're gonna bite, don't bite shit i guess.

p.s. not to get all remix-mad, but the ZZZ rmx of signatune is pretty dope too, if you can hunt it down.