Zulu Nation Party – Malcolm McLaren (Schimmer’s Curious remix) Touche Pas – Vive la Fete Dance I Said – Erick Morillo feat P Diddski (Touche Vocal Remix) D.A.N.C.E. – Justice (Tittsworth Remix) Pick Up the Pace – Young MC Ts Diner - Tittsworth Four 4x3 – Capoeira Twins (Schimmer’s Hey Everybody Remix) Feel it (The Mexican) – Funky Four Plus One Get Up On Ya Feet – Fdel Papa Was a Rose of a Stone – Temptations vs. Stone Roses I Shouldn’t Have Done It – Slick Rick Lose Control All Night Long – Missy Elliot vs. AC/DC You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC His Majesty King Raam – Lemon Jelly (Schimmer’s So Curious Remix)
I can't speculate on the thought process of skate shoes P and Twista, but the point of attack in this song feels like a nod to Hank Kingsley, one of my favourite characters.
"Heather Mills...I'm not saying she's a gold digger, but she's not hanging out with that guy from The Beatles anymore." -Mark (Internet Radio's Woody Allen) Ronson
The above video was directed by Michel Gondry who would be the best film director on Earth if Wes Anderson, Martin Scorcese and Joel Coen were killed by a loose rhino.
Here's a clip from Michel's last released movie that is so good you'll be shouting "It's a boy's name too!" at the screen.
This song has been everywhere lately, and I'm really into songs by legends that are decades old that sound like they could've been released last week. Freshness rots, the sublime is fresh forever...like nutrament...Paul... PAUL McCARTNEY - TEMPORARY SECRETARY
Mandolin, SIr Paul, dancing, are these connections too subtle.
It won't be easy to talk about for another few days, but Wilco's live show lived up to anticipations of sublimity. It was a rocking and emotional affair. Deep rooted rocking was released from performers and fans, I'd tag it religious, but...
Anyone who was checking here for updates, starting to fear the smell of my rotting and diseased body wafting across the internet...I'm alive, we had guests and my home internet is down, excuses excuses...
Summer is here. The tube will be rough, unless your armed with some mellow reggae, as warriors of the underground better be, that shit's like anti-venom if you live in the city.
easism: just for the relax my man
JPQ: Strictly for the relax
easism: strictly
JPQ: In totality committed to relaxation. In the cit-ay. For the nation.
easism: strictly dubwise
JPQ: Dubwisdom
JPQ: Jah for PM, Cameron's a mascot... Gordon Brown he be da clown. We bring de circus tent down.
easism: da clown wit de brown.The clown wit the frown.
JPQ: He see Blair over there, back in time wit his rocker hair... say, blair beware, da sticka sucka bush no like to share...I man say feed da bear
easism: stroke his hair
JPQ: Cause da bear be da relaxed, is the mother natures facts
easism: dont cut him with an axe...while at the spa for the relax
JPQ: the bear make da river his spa. Bear got da whole wide world in he paw
easism: i am serious as a lion on a beach
JPQ: I need to go smoke a _______ which I will refer to in the Slather-Harvey Code
easism: Wombat Wombat Sailor Tanker
JPQ: I'm going for a Poodle Jumpsuit Lazer Wind Farmer. Catch you in a few wombats
easism: cake drop frankfurt
JPQ: Da bear run up pon dem babylon
easism: Hold da bear for jah, and jah take care of I man, like jah take care da bear
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!"
1) John Lennon - speech from the Dakota (same place he died, ooooh) VS. DJ T - Funk on You 2) Temptations - Papa was a Rolling Stone (Cosmo Baker Applause Remix) 3) Curtis Mayfield - Move on Up (DJ Ayres Remix) 4) Heavy D - We Got Our Own Thang (Smalltown DJs Remix) 5) Digital Underground vs. Freeform 5 - Humptyeeeaaaaow 6) Daft Punk vs Stetsanoic - Talkin Around the World 7) Aaron Lacrate feat. Amanda Blank - Blow (Oxys Anthem feat. Roxy Cottontail & Amanda Blank remix) 8) Hai Karate Allstars - Rebel Radio (Smalltown Djs remix) 9) Franz Ferdinand - The Fallen (Justice remix)
Weather and the universe permitting, in summer, you will find our soundsystem at places we feel comofortable. We are hippy ravers and afraid the city.
Plastic Little are wicked entertainers, stand up guys, borne from a collective of literate current of radness in Philledelphia, and they are also those super dudes.
Yoyo got rocked, Mark Ronson was playing his hits of the near future, but took time out to thank the guys for doing what they do. What is this a gossip column, and Mark's sisters were seen having lunch at the Ivy with...
The weekend is very young, P Lill will show London what rap o'oclock GMT is all about.
"Wayne Gretzky has remarked that it was Clarke's play "from behind the net" that inspired him to improve that area of his game. Most regard Gretzky as the best ever from that position on the ice."
Flin Flon stand up
Philly stretch out
London?
Visors down, the broad street bullies are in town.
Last night, long weekend Saturday, was spent hearing colours and seeing sounds, throwing soaked bandanas around with this dude. A new cocktail was developed:
"Monolith" or "High Ho Silver Medal"
To be served in a pint glass
Fill glass with ice
2 Oz Vodka 1 Oz Cointreau
Add Pomegranite Juice till glass is half full Top glass with orange juice adding a dash of blacurrant and/or blueberry juice Add three fresh rasberries and a squirt of lime juice/small wedge of lime.
"The girls don't seem to care...tonight...as long as the music's right" -Steely Dan from "FM"
In all the trippery we spent massive time talking about how excited we are for the Biz Biz UK tour. A note to goth girls everywhere: you can rock tons of pink and still be very good at witchcraft.
They are not witches, but damn their magic still messes up boys brains through internetting and afternoon speakerphone pow wows. More perog-atives on that as the invasion nears. For now, they run a Toronto nerdster hip alert photblog here
Speaking of the letter B, Big Brodeller Baddyman Basement has been bashing his blog out the ballpark, and he's been to modest to tell me about it in any of our weekly internettings.
As I was walking through the train station on my way home from work, I walked into the middle of a flash rave. If you're unfamiliar witht he concept, click here
I got into it, as much as I did, because I was listening to this:
I missed the start of the flash rave, and I guess that if you miss the flash you're never really in the picture, but it was a distancing experience. Everyone has headphones on, and is moving in different time to different music. When the real howling and hooting and hollering takes over, you have headphones blasting, so you miss the full effect of a group getting audibly wild.
I could hear the sound of the station in the background. Commuters are really loud. I was wearing headphones, not miracles.
In this blippage of new raves and flash raves, I think an important thing to remember about raving is that sharing music, having fun and getting down are way more important than the question "Who is looking at me."
Making out with headphones on in a train station is like going for a moonlight walk on a beach wearing oven mits.
My homeboy Steve Honey bounces with a love for music, it crackles through the dude and you can faintly hear the love, even when there's total silence. He's been shredding dancefloors and putting them on his sandwich for years under the DJ CODA name, his new project is:
