Just when Grilling It Video Entertainment's "Currently Secretly Titled Internet Dance Project" was going into pre-production, this Yaley steps up and raises the bar.
However, his pants are too tight and we can jump higher. We jump bars. We push up bras. We pull down pants. We the moon. Stay tuned.
Grillingitwitter is functional as of now. I was late enough for the party. Fear not, this space will still pop-off as inconsistently and whimsically as ever.
I'll show you my tiny url if you twitter me embed...
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I was aiming for this, guess I overshot a little...
The hometurf is on a brand-new holiday today. It commemorates madman, prophet, killer, meglomaniac, frenchy, politician, rebel, moustache enthusiast, pioneer and icon Louis Riel
Now, for the Maniotban readers who are sitting at home, afraid to go outside into the -27c, opo the top on another bottle of Standard Lager, pull up your sweats and enjoy...
The Harper's Index is now in a searchable online form. This is a really big deal. Not just for those of us who own several sweater vests, pairs of khakis (not for work), or who sometimes yell "PARASITE MOTHEFUCKER SHITHEAD!" at speeches on the television. Since I can only assume you're an internet user, it's big for you too.
For those of you unfamiliar with the index, it's a unique and always funny, fascinating and critical piece of the world's best magazine. Read below for a sample:
Wok Keen Peonics is walks right on the line. As if his Cash hadn't already guaranteed his spot in the dudical hall of fame. He quits acting for hip-hop, and goes on Letterman to really freak out the squares.
Given the way this story is being handled by printernet journalists, I expected more of the following vibe:
Speaking of the dudical hall of fame, these guys for 09 instant admission:
I wanted to add this to the UMFM post, but the CD wouldn't rip and I couldn't find the moop3. Here's the song that I couldn't find in the vortex of this Nexus of computering. Thanks to The Wiz for finding his copy.
Dialog was one of the finest radio dj's on UMFM, and one of the nicest co-workers I ever had the pleasure of stacking cd's and talking about music with. He was the one who put a teenage me onto Diamond D and the Psychotic Neurotics Stunts Blunts and Hip Hop. A gentle, laid back, mellow, badass rap tastemaker, beatmaker and rhymesayer.
Here's a song of his, that illustrates why you should support college radio and the people who make it happen.
All images are taken from Grilling It associate Frank Kimono's award winning film Ou Est Maurice, about a dog, made in the prairie. You would be watching it right now, but I couldn't find a copy online and Franek and Peterson are in Montreal right now making counterfeit Rolexes in a script club.
Our editor was netchatting with the Station Manager of UMFM Jared (because we're fucking famous!), and Jared made Grilling It aware of a fudning predicament. First, a few grafs about UMFM.
UMFM is the best radio station in Winnipeg. When I'm in Winnipeg it's where you might find me. In fact, it was where I got my start in radio, but more importantly than that: IT IS THE HOME OF EXCELLENT PROGRAMMING.
After all, you can't take all your music tips from blogs and sites named after farming implements. I could start a blog tomorrow called crosby-skillz-cash-and-sprung.blogspot.com, but it's hard to beat an hour of fresh songs that are selected and delivered by volunteer (read, passionate) dj's.
In addition, they facilitate events and festivals in a city where people routinely claim: "There's fuck-all going on."
UMFM is severely underfunded and are asking for the support of Winnipeggers to help them in their plea for a chance to get that dough. The U of M is flush with cash, thanks to my and The Wiz's parking tickets during our undergradz.
Sidebar: The dude on the left in the photo above is Lil' Stevie Fletch who was president of the University when I schooled there. He gave me the brush re: parking fees and will forever be in my beef book. I don't care how many dying governments he is seated in the cabinet of. Charleswood/St. James/Assiniboia was Glen Murray's job. You will be found out someday Fletcher. Your charade will end.
There's more information at THE UMFM WEBSITE Oh yeah, and don't forget to tune in to 101.5 FM, Monday's at 5PM CST for The Crumbs Show, featuring nonsense from yours truly, when I'm not working. They put the "You" in University Talk Improvised News Radio Comedy News.
Dj Eleven made a piece for all of us who spend wintertime, squinting at swans through rising fog, hating transit purgatory, soaking up sunsets or kicking logs on crackling fires (or tripping out to Hendrix posters in dorm/hospital/bedrooms). It's one of those mixes that doesn't work too hard for your attention, yet you wind up saying "ohhhh yeah..." and "woooo" while listening.
Bill Withers - Hope She’ll Be Happier The Ordells - Sippin’ a Cup of Coffee William Bell - Everybody Loves A Winner Sam Cooke - Trouble Blues Sleepy Brown - Curse On You Demarco - Fallen Soldier (DJ Eleven remix) Ann Peebles - Trouble Heartaches & Sadness Ying Yang Twins - Wind The Notorious BIG - Suicidal Thoughts Tom Jones - Motherless Child The Clash - Straight To Hell Lost Boyz - Renee Marvin Gaye - I Wish It Would Rain Mayer Hawthorne - Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out J-Boogie’s Dubtronic Science feat. Zumbi - For Your Love Bobby Womack - Nobody Wants You When You’re Down And Out (Nobody’s Safe Chump) Bill Withers - Better Off Dead The Smiths - Death Of A Disco Dancer Kanye West - Coldest Winter Al Green - Strong As Death (Sweet As Love) Isley Brothers - Ain’t I Been Good to You Pt. 2 UGK - One Day
I put my sister's Ipod on random, and BOOM! Fast beat, acoustic guitar, Sweet Suga Lo rapping his face off, Trick Daddy addressing the truth in adlibs, a song with a course literally about what I was watching happen as I was listening.
Told you we'd be back strong. Now czech out this crazy wind house:
PS: Here's a video fron Warren Zevon's heartbreaking album, The Wind (see what I've done there) that features an ipod (two doubles) and is awesome.
Music videos can be very low budget if you pick great shots, cut with restraint and don't feature the artist in ten different locations. Up-and-coming starts of R&B, this is how it can be done...
Quick, Sunday night, just some exhibits for your weekjump Mondaze...
"I Hate Mondays"
Exhibit Eh: I told you I was ripping my CD's. Canadian 90's rec-room rawk. I didn't even know what speed was when I bought this CD*. I didn't even drink coffee.
Exhibit Bee: I have it on good authority from the Winnipeg Office that this is the funniest bad movie ever. They have seen all of the movies, so I am currently procuring a copy. Do the same, then we can have a Q & A.
Exhibit See:YARN BOMBING. Prolly old hat for the Graf and Craft heads, but I was feeling it (it felt soft).
It's misting lightly, I'm chilling out in an old record store in the Pacific Northwest, wearing a thick flannel shirt and a beard - listening to Nirvana (and I like to sings along, and I like to shoot my gun, but I don't know what it means.) When I was twelve, this was a dream of mine, but adolescent caucasians can't grow beards.
I recently remembered how beautiful this song is and want to share it with you.
I'm not going to get sentimental, I swear, but I remember all the elements of where I was when Kurt Cobain blew his head off (wipes nose on sleeve, "Lithium" comes on, smiles, prepares to headbang). Sentiment is so early 2000's.
(so that's how they got that "Seattle" sound)
Teen1: Oh, here comes that cannonball guy. He's cool. Teen2: Are you being sarcastic, dude? Teen1: I don't even know anymore.
Here's the Breeder's "Cannonball" video. Maybe the best video ever, or like, you know, whatever.
One final thing, the link is fixed for the Nick Catchdubs and Mr. Ducker 90's mixtape. So seriously, go in, one of the best start to finish listens of 2008...and it has movie clips mixed in...
Hey gang. How you doin? How's your Mama doin? How's your Papa doin? There's heavy dumps of journalism gathering out here at GI hq. The offices are getting an overhaul. Although we can't afford a secretary, the recession-proof budget has allowed for Opium scented incence, Chinese fieldworker hats and rubber ducks - the den vibe is strong and the piles of files are being filed in time.
Choices are being made about what documents to shred and which to keep. "Does this CD-R need it's cushy pocketed slip apartment, or should it live immortal as 320 Mp3's? (until the electro-magnetic pulse wipes out all the hard drives in a split second, cool it down, the globe still has that New Obama smell, does it make sense to dust off reminder of plausible collapse?)" These are the questions. It's a heady atmosphere, but the luddites on the cutting edge of something are learning the words to the new songs and making all the tackles in the backfield.
I know this is very inconsequential ultimately but it hits a nerve: I have been obsessed with how Twilight's giant abstinence metaphor and the totally crazy-making sexual tension in the movie (where they don't even kiss until 3/4 of the way in) has a ridiculous hold on this country, and how I feel like, even though Obama won, the puritans may be winning this round of the culture wars. ABSTINENCE? NO CURSING? WHAT ELSE IS LEFT? PROHIBITION?
"KEITHDANIELS (2 years ago) I can make a poodle within six seconds. (Not standard dog) I'm going to try to beat the world record in mid December 2006 "
PSS: I looked forever for the clip from Down By Law when Roberto Begnini is singing "I seeee by your haut-fit that you...are a cow-boy!" After I get my equipment set up, I'll be able to proivde such juice from my own files.
Anyone who checks in here - even monthly - will be aware the The Simpsons is our favourite. The editorial staff of Grilling It (one dude) is in the post-post-post phase of quoting the program as a means of conversation, good taste shakedowns and freaking out fakes.
The collected episodes of The Simpsons are the finest work of art and entertainment ever produced by human beings. I will debate in defense of that statement any time, any where, before or after a belt of scotch (regardless of time), and my brifcase is not filled with shredded newspaper.
I've people who were born in the 1990's argue with me, that in their opinion South Park is better than The Simpsons. Kids start with drugs way too young these days. They'll grow up.
Speaking of growing up, the frozen in fourth grade Bartdude has been put on T-Shirts by Mishka, a company that make streetwear worth paying ridiculous prices for. The fail to winner ratio for "making streetwear worth the price" is about the same as "hilarious animated half-hour show for everyone."
Since I want you to finish this first, here's a few images as a teaser:
Bin Laden Weed is my favourite Three 6 Mafia song too! I have been marketed to! Next thing you know I'll be skateboarding with some cool kids dressed like Blossom.
"I will fight for your right to be weird-just as I know you will fight for mine.
We may be weird, Bubba, but we are not as weird as George Bush. He is like a dying yellow dog with broken teeth and slits for eyes and nothing else to say. The evil brute is finished. He will flap around on the hook for a while-just another leader of the free world turned into a mass of foul jelly...he long ago peddled the remains of his wretched ass to a band of God-spewing religious Nazis and stupid hate mongers..."
-Hunter Stockton Thompson, September 28th, 1992
Barack was measured, strong and finished with a building fire. Walking out to a live crowd of millions, he had the "I am ready to do the serious work now" look that he's been carrying since October. The whole world is pumped. The sky is still blue, but change is ineveitable. It will be comforting not to hate my neighbouring government on principle. I am sick of that neighbour's bush clippings landing on my driveway.
Politics is still a game of secrets and deception. Obama will be dealing with larger sums and costs of lives, knowledge, money and safety than we can fathom, but today - it feels like we have a momentary reprieve from the bullshit. Unless you're talking about Canadian politics.
If Tracy Chapman's "Baby Can I Hold You" wasn't awesome enough...
Enter Luciano Pavarotti, stage right. Playing the other side of the phone to Chapman's dormant volcano of longing, regret, and pragmatism of the heart. BOOMING.
I could prattle on and on about the virtues of Phil Collins ability to put his ego aside, while investing so much of himself in his songs. But RRR in the (204) just took the bait and months of mobile phone service are riding on the second half of this American rules Football match. So, put the kids to bed...
Bateman, take over. (WARNING the youtube below eventually turns into soft pornography)
I'm in a sweatsuit watching sports and placing high-stakes-friendship-on-the-line-bets/threats from secure telephone uplinks. Here's a tune that got me through a commercial break.
2008 top 10 coming soon. The holiday is over now. Who want's to read a top 10 list by someone who has it compiled in September? I can't even think about last year until this year. By definition. Until a week ago, last year WAS this year.
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