Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Jazz Trance





Paul F Tompkins - Jazz

Tell Me Something Good



Humbug mode, on standby. Coal sack, stocked. Reindeer meat, thawing.

Be not fooled ye merry ladies and gentlemen. It's not Christmas on this blog. Not yet.

We've put up no decoration in the Grilling it offices, in fact, we lost all the candles for the menorah and have had to resort to reefers in their stead. The Christmas celebration doesn't begin until December 20th, we're not even playing the Dipset, Bob Dylan, Eek A Mouse or Hello Kitty holiday records yet, but I pause the Scroogery to bring you the issue of the 2009 Christmas Number One.

The Christmas Number One is a hallowed holiday tradition from the land of cobbled stone, clotted cream and overs of the Ashes over pints of wife-beater.

Yes. England.

A land where people still line-up (sorry, "queue")on the sidewalk (ahem, "pavement") to clutch Cd single's the day they come out. This year, due to a movement on Facebook; Rage Against The Machine are in the lead for this year's sales title. Hip Britons are gobbling up the MP3 of "Killing In The Name," as it rocks alongside a tune by their latest reality TV singing star Joe McElderry.

The pop song seems the natural choice, but following each other like a yonder star, Rage might just win through the glory of the internet.

Here for your enjoyment and bemusement are our favourite of the Christmas number ones:

1965



1975



1981



2000



2009?



Will the subjects of Queen Elizabeth II's kingdom have the bandwidth to say "Fuck You, I won't Do What You Tell Me!" Can glorious indignant rock of the 90's spit in the face of Simon Cowell's latest pop of mush out of the telly mold? Oh Nine could end with a lot of spine.

Monday, December 07, 2009

Inside The Rap Artist Studio (No Lipton)


Do you have seven minutes to listen to Mos Def talking about why he loves MF Doom?

"De La are technicians...that's on some Steely Dan shit."
-Mos Def

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

What Does It All Mean




Trying to meet writing deadlines, moving to a new house, working as a bartender...has me shook like I'm Mike Shank.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Know Know


The pitching of a Major League no-hitter on LSD is unfathomable to most. Prepare for a heavy dose of strong fathomability in this animated documentary about one of the greatest, hippest sports stories ever dropped.



This is like getting a shutout in the NHL, on mushrooms. No?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Research Breaks


The process running an operation like Grilling It Video Entertainment, involves a great deal of research. We mill through thousands upon thousands of videos a year, and are inspired by...and...inspired to share, a stellar few.



Friday, November 20, 2009

Ass Toot Observation


When you trifle in the comments section of youtubes, you can find absolute winners buried in and cloaked as a wild and real glut of gobbledygook. This blog post is about an interesting video about the hidden magic codes in the Manitoba "Ledge" Legislature building, and as an hor d'ouvre...some comments from previous viewers.

ISSUESTHATMATTERMOST: I've gotten stoned there too on 4/20 but I find the leg. bldg both intriguing and creepy as it is on a vein of 'evil' for lack of a better word or time.

Smartfan2: This is not glory to God. It is blasphemy in its highest form. Satanic!

DalesChannel: WHAT THE FWAWK THIS IS AMAZANG

I think Daleschannel speaks for all of us.

Then there's this cool dispute about whether or not the buidling is in the geographic center of the continent...oh man...you shoulda seen it, the this one guy, nicknamed like 88773354 is all: "The geographical center of North America is in a town called Rugby, Noorth Dakota, except he spells it right...anyway...there's apparently this sweet monument about being in the center there. Google road trip? Wikication? Ok.

The comments that I liked most were usually short.

Bye



Since the title of this post includes the word "Observation." Let us observe...THE SABBATH!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Fuckin' CLASSIC...mannnnnnn....

Since the vast majority of Grilling It readers are American, we try to avoid specific, nostalgic Manitobicanadiana....well, hell, this came up....


Friday, November 13, 2009

Cancer Awareness


Hey Gang,

Jason Parker Quinton, Music Journalist here with another desktop chart topper.

I'm still shopping my my treatise on "Over Stock: Selling-Out In Music In The Digital Age" around the bigger buildings downtown, so I can't go to deep into this video, let I give away parts of the the rising tension in the second act.

Just kidding. The book is called "Waits or Will.I.Am: Sucking Dick Because Your Shop Got Burgled"

However.

I hope Dude N Nem didn't get any money from McDonald's. I hope they made this song, because they genuinely like McDonald's, and their girl is so special they done took her there. That makes me feel good on a Friday.



Here is the Dude N Nem (best band name ever?), MONSTER JAM from 2007.

DUDE N NEM - Watch My Feet (Remix Feat Twista)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Novemberance Day


Farmed from Caps-Ton America

At 11:11 on 11/11 I was on an underground train going to meet great friends for brunch. No need to fight.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Section S - Winnipeg Stadium



It may be because I'm currently living in Toronto, a city where I can't get behind any of the local sports teams. It may be because I'm a bit of a scofflaw. It may be because I wish I was there...

Let's say, for the record (and the cops reading the blogs) that because of lines like the following, I share this link:

"A struggle ensued with the intoxicated fan before a middle-aged man -- who was described as being dressed like Hulk Hogan -- could be wrestled from his seat."

"several others officers who assisted were showered with beer."

Bomber Fans Assault Police

Now, a jovial, happy, football image:

Red Rubber Ball



Farmed from Bateman's blog...Everything On The Sly

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Into The Mistral


My homies Al Jazeera (aka Apple Jam) and Drugs Delaney (aka Ch-ch-ch-Chames) are founding members of the Elk Aida Windsurfing Collective(named after the haunted and magical island seen above). These are dudes who spend their time crushing beers, smashing 10's and cranking Jeezy (or Neil Young, The Talking Heads, GZA or Bob D, but that's the starting squad) and following their gale forced passion for windsurfing, aided by a gang of bon-vivants, shredders, painters, sports fans, and the occasional Peter Pan manboy.

They've started a fresh website called "Windsurf Your Goddamn Face Off" that tips the dudicalometer into the red at a reading of 11.4 They even did it up in a classic windsurfing colour scheme.

Highest goddamn recommendation.

WINDSURF YOUR GODDAMN FACE OFF



PS: Somebody even gave me the keys to the shed
PSS: I got that map from http://vbpolice.ca
PSSS: Ha ha ha

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Phone


I'm in the middle of heavy research, which includes re-watching Wet Hot American Summer. Shout out to Scoops, who used to keep a VHS and DVD copy of the film in his backpack, just in case.



If you call my old UK cell phone, a version of me singing the next song is prolly still the voicemail greeting answering machine electronic message recording:

DE LA SOUL - Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)

This next choon is a cover of Soulja Boy by dude supreme Sammy Bananas and his friend, chanteuse Maggie Horn. It also features a verse by a guy from hipcat NYC band Ninjasonik that might make you think they don't totally suck (they totally don't totally suck).

Regardless, give it a listen, this one tongue in cheek remake can replace/explain all the heavy effects new rap n B that you don't want to even not try to eventually not get.

TELEPHONED - Turn My Swag On

Monday, October 19, 2009

Spike Into My Veins



Will you watch anything that Spike Jonze has made? Do you not hate Kanye West? If you answered yes to either of those questions, watch this:

"We Were Once A Fairytale" - Kanye West Dir: Spike Jonze from Yooj‽ - Recording Live From No on Vimeo


KANYE WEST Featuring NAS - We Major (Kickdrums Remix)


In case that didn't do it for you, loyal reader, here's a clip from another Spike Jonze film, Fully Flared, which although not narrative celebrity fiction, is still unbelievable.

"An Old Pro Gress For Life" aka Marc Johnson's Part...



"The Last Spike"

Friday, October 16, 2009

Willing


Wilco are the best live band in rock. I just saw them twice in two nights, and when I can even process it, I'll try to blog in as few words as possible what kind of staged spectacle they pulled off. Here are videos of the last songs they played in the encore, at the respective shows.



"Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance..."

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Jarming



Jim Jarmusch's 5 Rules (via Yurrple)

Rule #1: There are no rules. There are as many ways to make a film as there are potential filmmakers. It’s an open form. Anyway, I would personally never presume to tell anyone else what to do or how to do anything. To me that’s like telling someone else what their religious beliefs should be. Fuck that. That’s against my personal philosophy—more of a code than a set of “rules.” Therefore, disregard the “rules” you are presently reading, and instead consider them to be merely notes to myself. One should make one’s own “notes” because there is no one way to do anything. If anyone tells you there is only one way, their way, get as far away from them as possible, both physically and philosophically.



Rule #2: Don’t let the fuckers get ya. They can either help you, or not help you, but they can’t stop you. People who finance films, distribute films, promote films and exhibit films are not filmmakers. They are not interested in letting filmmakers define and dictate the way they do their business, so filmmakers should have no interest in allowing them to dictate the way a film is made. Carry a gun if necessary.



Also, avoid sycophants at all costs. There are always people around who only want to be involved in filmmaking to get rich, get famous, or get laid. Generally, they know as much about filmmaking as George W. Bush knows about hand-to-hand combat.



Rule #3: The production is there to serve the film. The film is not there to serve the production. Unfortunately, in the world of filmmaking this is almost universally backwards. The film is not being made to serve the budget, the schedule, or the resumes of those involved. Filmmakers who don’t understand this should be hung from their ankles and asked why the sky appears to be upside down.



Rule #4: Filmmaking is a collaborative process. You get the chance to work with others whose minds and ideas may be stronger than your own. Make sure they remain focused on their own function and not someone else’s job, or you’ll have a big mess. But treat all collaborators as equals and with respect. A production assistant who is holding back traffic so the crew can get a shot is no less important than the actors in the scene, the director of photography, the production designer or the director.



Hierarchy is for those whose egos are inflated or out of control, or for people in the military. Those with whom you choose to collaborate, if you make good choices, can elevate the quality and content of your film to a much higher plane than any one mind could imagine on its own. If you don’t want to work with other people, go paint a painting or write a book. (And if you want to be a fucking dictator, I guess these days you just have to go into politics...).

Rule #5: posted above



The Mayor



This cat Mayer Hawthorne is becoming a big deal. So before you sleep on it for months, and then hear one of the joints in a thirty second car commercial or a thirty minute show about phlegmatic vampires or loquacious liberal arts students, take the time to download this song, and infect yourself.

Sweet soul music released on heart shaped vinyl by a hip hop label...

Most of the record is slower burning, lighter floating, boudoir, bubblebath and backward baseball cap delicacies, but this is my jam tonight as I write:

MAYER HAWTHORNE - The Ills



Friday, October 02, 2009

A Cross


David Cross Tonight! Stay Tuned. I'm going downtown!



Thursday, October 01, 2009

Watch

Starting Line-up Smoove homey Lance Dubowitz Phelps shares a jukebox classic. Check this video, an instant pop masterpiece, excellently staged within the necessary frame of mass TV of the time.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Break It Down





"if you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe."



"I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Believe the Genesis life fill with stills mean that I'm def
so like the autographs you sign until the...
Breakadawn"



"Helpless Like A Baby
Sensual Disguise
I Can't Help But Love You
It's Getting Better All The Time"

Monday, September 28, 2009

TASTE


Mad Decent have done a podcast with David Rodigan that is a must hear. When you listen to Rodigan's releases - sure, the banter is hilarious - but, what drives the whole operation is a dude digging the music that he loves the most, so hard, that it moves a crowd.

In the era of disposable songs that don't even physically exist, clean out the recycle bin in your brain and appreciate this mix, and my favourite fact from it:

Rodigan became a dj due to his large record collection, when short of money pursuing his craft, he sold pieces of his career (records).

Wild, impressive, top quality.

Rated.

Rodigan


REGGAE CHAMPION DAVID RODIGAN - MAD DECENT PODCAST #53


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

This Ain't A Movie Blog



"This aint' a movie dog."
Jay - Z

This is:



All I'm doing down here at the dog track, in Greektown, skirting the full on ratrace in East Toronto, watching films and TV, writing film and TV, and reading about films and tv (and reading about the writing of films and TV).

There's still a new Jay, new Rae, new Ghost, still haven't absorbed any of it. Here's what I'm listening to as I walk and write and write talkies and talk about writing(the best this "music" blog has got at the moment).





Noel S. Baker who adapted the Hard Core Logo screenplay, also wrote:

"There are days when you have to admit that life is better than movies, love is better than glory."

Shoshanna's Revenge or: Kill Hans. from George Pallidis on Vimeo.



The season premiere of Curb was bonkers by the way, Catherine O'Hara is in it. Best show on television, any genre.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I Smell Like I Sound (Fragrance Related)


I was trying to find clips of the film "Dog Park" on youtube.com and found this in its stead instead.

We're not big fans of advertisements around here, but Old Spice is a product we use (shit's like catnip!) and Big Bruce McDeezy has a pass.



I'd also post Duran Duran's amazing song and video "Hungry Like The Wolf," but EMI music and blogger will delete the post because they are not

"In touch with the ground"
-Duran Duran

A Bird Dog In The Hand Is As Good As Two On The Blog





"His jokin’ ain’t so funny [what a dog] "
-Don & Phil Everly



"Do you have $300 worth of ass I can woop?"
-R.D Mercer

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Are You Game?




Grilling It Video Entertainment Operative "Scoops" turns in another stellar truncation.



BIG TIME!


Writing from way up pon the grassy hill in Toronto (turnmyswagONtario). The Wiz's new school old crow's nest is a perfect spot for this.



More to come soon...I know it's been patchy, but sometimes you have to go faster than the internet.

Serious journalism forthcoming.

BBQ

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Chemically Treated Meet



DISCLAIMER: The following scene is intended only as a condiment to the post. It may or may not have happened. In no way should any future romantic interests or flirtatious employers assume that it is either true or false. Rest assured, fact or fiction, it ended in a cuddle.

EXT-NIGHTCLUB SMOKING AREA-NIGHT

Me: C'mon girls, I'll be the weiner, you be the ketchup and she can be the mustard. The back seat of my tan station wagon even looks like a bun.

Disco Doll (ketchup): Hot dogs are made of lips and assholes.

Rave Slave (mustard): I'm into both.

"Mustard" was dressed in yellow, and it was friday, but I digress.



Some important facts:

1) Hot Dogs are usually a modestly priced and filling option at a cinema concession bar.

2) Homemade/street purchased hot dogs - if properly wrapped - are among the easiest snacks to smuggle into cinemas via coat/hoodie pockets. See also tacos/burritos.

3)I Love Hot Dogs is a assembly of stills from films of note that range from cult to household. It is interesting internet of the highest order for cinephile and sinning philistine alike.

Go In. Gorge yourselves.

I LOVE HOT DOGS

Later August

Friday, August 21, 2009

Uh Huh



My buddy twentytwenty aka Big Cliff Lazerface aka Clifford The Bleep Red Bleep, just released a new song.

It's one of those electronic dance joints with hilarious jokes in it that also makes a point about the nature of the exercize of digging/making electronic dance songs. Sounds in the song sound like the title, again...there are jokes and aching filtered refrains about time and aging. Not every song has to be designed just to make people spark intercourse on the dancefloor. But...if you conceive a child to this song, they will make excellent club sandwiches and be good at both Mandarin and math.

twentytwenty - Uh Huh

That's twentytwenty on the left, me on the right, as I cry glowing tears of rave juice into my hanky soaked in "the eternally optimistic sweat of them youths."

Monday, August 17, 2009

Real Talk





Still in Manitoba. Cuddling with Dukester who IS the casual dog. Sorting through all of the "Whattup's," "Call me" and "My husband is at the lake..." emails.

One more night of this ridiculous, challenging and sobering bender.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Just A Little


The weekend started like THIS:



The Winnipeg Blue Bummers got destroyed, but then the boys loaded up and went to the beach.

Then it got...



And then...



And now, in Winnipeg, gathering strength, back with scars to show.





Oh brother...

We pick up, we dust off, we go again.

It's all good.

Aaaaaaaall.

Good.

Chow

BBQ (Big Brother Qualities)