There Would Be No Public Television!

"The World's Worst Singer"

If there's one thing I heart about Web 2.0, it's how extensive and accessible it's made humiliation. Cheers to that. I'd still fuck though. Just sayin'. Off to the boozah, yeah.

New York's Alright If You Like Tuberculosis.

Fear - New York's Alright If You Like Saxophones (Live On SNL)

"It's great to be here in New Jersey".
Hahahaha. Perfect

"New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!

New York's alright if you wanna be pushed in front of the subway!
New York's alright if you like tuberculosis!
New York's alright if you like art and jazz!
New York's alright if you're a homosexual!

New york's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!

New York's alright if you like drunks in your doorway!
New York's alright if you wanna freeze to death!
New York's alright if you wanna get mugged or murdered!
New York's alright if you like saxophones!

New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!"

Fucking perfect. Infinitely relatable, so why belabor the point any further?

I'm Gonna Fuck A Spice Girl: Ancillary Involving Anthropomorphic Teeth.

Three 6 Mafia - Sippin' On Some Sizzurp (feat. The Munchers)

In case you're not all that strong at visualizing horrific scenes, this YouTube video more or less sums it up. Though there wasn't any Codeine-infused prescription cough syrup or anthropomorphic teeth involved, the level of madness is about on par with the last six days of my life. I like to picture myself as that bizarre Cavity-Vampire character, if I do say so myself.

As if the track isn't Gothic enough, someone saw fit to make things super sketch and mash it up with this bizarre cartoon. Claymation has always scared the shit out of me, but if I had seen this coming up, I would've gone absolutely apeshit. If parents of the echo boom ever have to wonder why we ended up the way we did (read: all fucked up and real shitty), look no further than shit like this. Have a nice day!

I Wanna Fuck A Spice Girl. No Fuck That... I'm Gonna Fuck A Spice Girl!

I'm not going to make any apologies for being sporadic.  When benders last from one Wednesday night into the following Tuesday night, these things are to be expected.  At a juncture such as this, it becomes necessary to consider how badly you want it. 

Are you able to shake the memory of inadvertently drinking your own urine? Should you apologize for throwing a pint glass at a stranger's head, seemingly unprovoked, at a favorite local boozer? Does it make sense to consult a psychiatrist after hallucinating (in the midst of the aforementioned bender) that you discussed the possibility of a war with Iran with your long dead grandfather? Should you be worried about pneumonia after spending four hours in a broken down SUV with the windows down, cracked out in the financial district, awaiting help? Should you fear retaliation from the number of customers (and proprietors alike) who were utterly offended by your savagery? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself. Don't worry. Things can only get better. You love it when I'm bad. 

I'm Going To Put You Into Premature Menopause After That Remark My Dear!

another wonderful transmission. depending on how you look at it.

Paul Pagliaro: dear god
Paul Pagliaro: you realize we need years of therapy and medication right?
Kasai REx: yeah
Kasai REx: decades
Kasai REx: all of us
Kasai REx: of course i realize that
Paul Pagliaro: just kidding, fuck all that hippie bullshit!
Paul Pagliaro: the only thing i need is a doctor that's gonna prescribe me whatever i want, whenever i want

end scene.

"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.