Diplo made a mix for the poindexters, know-it-alls, genuine music lovers (Rollie Pemberton I see you!) and snobs at Pitchfork (ED: It's actually for the people!!!).
Diplo's record label Mad Decent run an incredible blog of raps, club catnip, CanCon and world music, but not the kind that Ian Raymond listens to. The kind that makes you go get passport photos taken.
Please purchase this mixtape that Diplo made, if you want to blow the minds of yourself and others. forever.
For free, enjoy this "minimix" that Diplo did for the BBC.
Someday, when Ronson is playing a bond villain named Break Staxman and Daniel Radcliffe is Bond. He's going to say something like: "Don't worry about 007, I've got him...covered."
Ronson's songs are all over some American MTV and TV promo's and commercials right now, and he will apparently be all over the MTV awards. I've never heard them in the supermarket.
However, I hate the supermarket and would gladly take any of Mark's productions over the sound of singing "Lost in the Supermarket" to myself as I compare prices of no name and big three puddings.
I think it's interesting that music made out of pure joy is now considered marketable (and as a marketing tool for):
It's a free education, like what you get in Canada if you take out loans, are very smart, gifted at sports or had your land stolen from your ancestors by the white man.
British Hip Hop at it's finest, I wish I didn't have to qualify that. Listen close...it's grimey. PLAN B - PAINT IT BLACKER
This next song is especially good to blast in the office if you are on the verge of being fired from a job in London for producing a segment that made fun of Maroon 5. That last statment was all autobiographicalized. That is why I'm hot.
To purchase music, try HMV.com or turntablelab.com or amazon.com, or just google the name of the record you want to buy.
You don't even have to put in the huh tuh tuh puh. You could go to a record store. Make an actual effort as well as a monetary expenditure, like this guy:
Shout out to all my former Hoomv bretheren from St Vital Center to First Canadian Place, I'll be back on home soil someday, expecting that discount. If I have to steal, I've still got the uniform.
Doing my GMT best to stay on the NHL Playoffs right now, after all, in London, with no cable, I would have to go to the Canadian Pub every night to watch games that the internet has already revealed the outcome of.
On "Canada Day", Canadians in London merge American jingoism with British dipsomania.
I don't know whether to call it "dipsoism" or "patriomania."
Dipsoism
The review neglects to mention Moosehead...in a bottle (oh!). Yes, that review is from a website called fancyapint.com.
This was the only clip I could find featuring "Orgasm Guy." It's worth watching just to hear Norm Macdonald say "C'est impossible there."
"Dude, did you just use dipsomania and jingoism in a blog post?"
Dennis Millering vocab and refurrrrences like, Ron Hextall trying to use a hardcover copy of the Da Vinci Code to bribe security at to let him smoke a Player's Light King Size in Lester B Pearson Airport (impossible).
Winnipeg is my hometown, and we still remember the "Hawerchuck Trade", but The Stencil is running sharp, glistening and pointed (literally, bullet points, numericals) Sabres Playoff Coverage.
They are about to form the internet into cascading rings of cardboard and cover it in aluminum foil.
According to The Stencil:
"caps: I am listening to "rock you like a hurricane - the symphonic version" ON REPEAT"
If you need to ask why, then get there and hear the stomping tatanka (NOT the wrestler). Let's just say that there are brief run downs of pre-game rituals, anthems and meals. You cant spell Fandom without, DAMN!
Caps (of veteran Dj duo Caps and Jones fame) who runs the blog also made Bouillabaisse is a shockingly good mix that will crackle and explode in your ears, like the sound a crowd of angry Winnipeg fans screaming "B-C-SUCKS!"
To think that kids in Winnipeg once thought this man could save like a messiah:
I once held up a sign that said "No Foolin' With Khabibulin!"
Actually, it said this:
They tore down Winnipeg Arena and moved our hockey team to P-H-O-E-N-I-X!
Thou shall not ever put your hands up or make some noise for Detroit.
I have a British Columbia driver's license, so I'll close with the one truth about the hockey playoffs and life as a Canadian.
"When the Chips are down and the snow is melting, never trust the Senators in Ottawa, and whenever you get the chance, throw a jersey on. and (Can) NUCK IF YO BUCK!"
