I farmed this from Basement, now I see that before I could finish getting my post together, Caps has it up too. It's that good. Call this post a simulcast.
Did you know that the technical term for "channel surfing" is grazing. Shout out to a Film Studies degree!
Better late than never. It's not our motto for nothing. Here is a rollicking bit of channel surfing from the recently resurgent Steinski and ever-chilling Coldcut.
The staff here at Grilling It intend on keeping our promise of a bigger, better, badder (meaning gooder) flow of posts. I've had this mixtape for months and in a wintery drought neglected to share it.
The time is now, as the Stanley Cup finals pause for 24 hours and move to Steeltown USA (aka The birthplace of Clifford Heinrichs MAN OF STEEL THE ETERNAL PAPA H).
It is a conflict of youth vs defense, as the bright lights of iced sports are being thoroughly schooled at Osgood Hall (These are hockey references, read on).
It's a meditation on the game we love, by two of Winnipeg's finest. It involves an appearance on talk radio. You read that correctly, the action line. To all the new jack youngblood dj's...they will teach you haw to (publicity) stunt.
I gathered from the clips provided, the CJOB audience was overlooking the connection between criminal violence in service of self preservation in ghetto life, as a reaction to poverty, and the religion of violent sport in Canada, as a reaction to winter.
1. Hockey vs Rap Intro - CJOB / John Smith / Bobby Orr 2. Sexual Eruption / What Have You Done For Me Lately - Snoop Dogg / Janet Jackson 3. Brass in Africa - Hypnotic Brass Ensemble 4. Space Funk - Manzel 5. Don't You Evah (Mike 2600 Party Version) - Spoon 6. Amen Brother (DJ Co-op Edit) - The Winstons 7. Tighten Up - Mophono 8. Conmigo - Nickodemus 9. Night Windows (DJ Co-op Remix) - The Weakerthans 10. Savoir Patiner - Guy Lafleur 11. Interlude - DJ Fin-s 12. Spanky' Sunshine - Bombs 13. Dance With Me - Ben Westbeech 14. Rock and Roll Part 2 / The Whole World - Gary Glitter / Outkast 15. Personal Jesus / Boyz - Depeche Mode / MIA 16. Berimbau - DJ Sandrinho 17. Just Fine / Bad Man Place - Mary J Blige / Movado and Busy Signal 18. Hockey Night in Canada Theme
I know it was a wintry thing, but if the Movado and Busy Signal remix, "Berimbau", The Westbeech tune and the ENORMOUS Gary Glitter/Outkast blend don't make you feel summer, well...I can't do nothin for ya.
If hip-hop hasn't done anything for ya lately, or ever, or whatever...look at the next image and read on.
Resist the urge to skip, or not download the next song.
"Zevon is famous for his ability to stay awake for as long as it takes -- often for 85 or 90 straight hours. "I wrote 'Hit Somebody in 75 hours,' " he said, "and look what happened to that one." -Hunter S Thompson
Hunter's article linked below is as good an elegy for a friend and compadre as anyone could ever want.
Here in the Cowichan Valley (The Warmland)there is an abundance of interesting characters. Today, a preacher/missionary/therapist came into the record store and rapped to me at length.
"God is only love and most people can't handle that" "There is nothing in the scriptures that says we have to work" "Thank god for all the people you love" "When you listen to drums, you are filled with the power of god, and every civilization throughout history have had their drums" "Make your job a mission"
This winter the daytime headquarters of Grilling It, has been a dusty record store, so today, I've ripped a few songs that I enjoyed today and run them through the post-o-matic.
We're working on a return to form. The staff of Grilling It will be warming up the pavement that is the path to summer with a smattering of epic text/photo/song/text/video/photo streams of radness.
As I typed yesterday, BACK TO THE GRILL!
Not epic like the new Hulk movie (more on that gratuitous exercise in needlessness later), but epic like Indiana Jones in the Iron Man suit fighting Charlatan Heshtown for the ten commandments tablets, dipping them in a volcano of gold and handing them to Bun B (who, it turns out, is actually A GIANT).
Epic. Impossible to duplicate. One of a kind.
Every summer is epic in its own ways. Sometimes you have to dig deeper, look harder, or travel further, but that's all mumbo jumbo on a cloudy Vantasy Island day as I yell GIVE ME BACK MY SUN!
Last summer, I had the pleasure of going to a stadium called "The Library":
They YELLED and SCREAMED and CHANTED at a pro athlete: "Have you ever heard of a boy called ASHLEY!" Amidst cries of "poofter!" and a word that rhymes with front. Ashley's the bloke on the right.
Now, summerists version point oh ate!
Have you ever heard of a boy called Alice?
Everyone out there who is sweating all the futuristic noises and robojox jams...well...for you...here's something everyone can enjoy (those hiding in rave caves under their electro blankets will also enjoy):
"Sick of lame dudes, frontin with that attitude, talkin' bout they rims and all they damn tennis shoes," -Dj Quik
All right, you can go now. Here's a gorgeous song that the Alice Cooper reminded me of. In my little corner of the world, this qualifies as "Lovers Rock." LCD SOUNDSYSTEM - Great Release
See you on sunset.
BBQ
PS: For the committed:
PSS: Don't sleep on Wayne's World 2. If you do, sleep upside down.
Some readers of this blog have already ringtoned jams like this. But, for the rest of you, get out of that bright sunshine, because it's the summer of Cave.
"Me, I ain't going anywhere, just sit and watch the sun come up, I like it here I watch the people go ticking past, go hey hey hey, you know I gotta say I like it here." -Nick Cave 2008 NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Albert Goes West
For now, dear reader, you can caaaaaaal me Aaaaaaaal.
As a veteran record store soldier, my tastes and vocabulary have expanded. I would've once called a Friday where I sold mostly disco, electro and pop 12" singles a gay day. Now, well, although it's a whisker men on films, and it's unusual, the sale of physical records in a store is unusual and there was a landslide of interest on two crates of the genre I'm calling discoldanceightiesapopelectro. It wasn't gay, it was great.
This was one girl who got walked out the door, because I played her aloud, my bouncy springtime air raid siren in the blitzkrieg that occurred when a hungry young British Columbian dj found the (remaining) stash of 12 inch singles.
I know to play this song in the store because of Doug from The Paperbacks. Years ago, he was an elder to my junior in a record store. I once watched the dude put on the Stacy Q album, guaranteed me that somebody would buy it and then, sure enough, a customer of St Vital Center HMV walked up, inquired and purchased. Shout out to Doug. It was an honour.
His band make astoundingly good rock music, and the lyrics...well...dear reader...trust me. Rock is a concern. The Paperbacks
We've had mad high quality visitors at The Lodge, hence the lack of posts. It's hard to find the time to zap new club music and rappppps out over the netwaves while rejoicing in the exquisite company of loved ones.
This is the start of a new feature here at GI (the key to sales, always keep em guessing). You know, I once heard that potato chip comapnies pick the colour scheme and abstract package design before they decide on what flavour to simulate.
That explains "Cool Ranch Doritos."
The feature is called Vinyl Vantasy (verking title). When I'm at work in a used record store and somebody buys what I'm playing, you all get a song from it. It's almost as if you we're here at the store with me, eating saltwatter taffies and reading old Mcgovern for President pamphlets while listening to classics of music.
Here it is, the first installment of Vinyl Vantasy (verking title) from the album Hot Buttered Soul.
Let's make sure that Wearing My Rolex gets as rinsed out in North America as it supposedly has in Britain.
I'll put the songs up tomorrow. Contenders are: "Temporary Secretary", "Wearing My Rolex", "Ask Paul", "Heart of the Country" and "International Player's Anthem."
Me: Are you feeling the new Gnarls? The Wiz: THERE'S A NEW GNARLS!?
This album, lacking a "Crazy" was less heralded upon it's release than I expected. Anyway, it's a new Gnarls Barkley...and as much as we at Grilling It enjoy fluffing out blog du jour myspace jams:
I'll never forget hearing "Crazy" in a club for the first time, two springs ago. It was on the top floor of The Old Crown Public House @ Ben and Ben's birthday. I put my hands up and chanted "More number one hits."
Next week on SNL, Gnarls Barkley. Already on SNL, Keenan "Good Burger" Thompson has been doing a wicked Sir Charles Barkley.
PS: This sketch was hilarious last night, Kristen Wiig is in the Radner/Fey/Poeler pantheon.
warm air, helium, freshly cut grass, stella artois, i.s. ooey gooey, my seventh grade teacher, drug addicts, Chuck, the 1981 dallas cowboys, a fall where i almost lost my eye, my children, my wife, the endless toil of debt, sex, coffee, the smell of night bloomers, ball bearings, toilet paper, late 1980's converse court shoes, salsa, cold cereal, phonograph players, the bass guitar, cigarettes, the police, childhood chores, my mother
"I have always believed that there is a need for life-affirming films." Anthony Minghella
I don’t want to write about who died. However, the older you get, the more people who’s art you care for are going to die.
Yesterday, it was Anthony Minghella.
It’s difficulty to succinctly express respect for a film director, without writing pages and pages; about films that the reader may not have seen. I’ll say this:
Anthony Minghella made essential pictures. He brought career bests out of several big movie stars. He ensured that all aspects of his project were exquisite. I can’t say that about many people who make movies. Great directors who earn great respect can get caught up in their own hype and clouded by expectations, and pay for their self-conciousness in craftsmanship. Minghella only cared about moving us with beautiful and impressive filmmaking. His work deserved to be show on the biggest possible screens and hooked into the clearest possible speakers.
His last film released, Breaking and Entering, was a complicated, stirring and heart wrenching urban drama about one thing: Theft and the future and right and wrong and good and evil and crime and bad and the heart and the head, and as I learned this morning…his exit.
Is that more than one thing? Ok.
"Too many modern films let the audience be passive, as if they were saying, We're going to rock you and thrill you. We'll do everything for you." -Anthony Minghella
Tech buster and smooth brocoder Badman zapped this to me today.
I remember seeing Terminator 2: Judgement Day for the first time, in the Polo Park theatre, for Petey's 11th Birthday party (Shout out to Big LP for taking a gang of adolescents to an R Rated movie).
As if I needed to get more excited for Be Kind Rewind.
The last time Mos Def worked with Michel Gondry it was in this UNMISSABLE MASTERPIECE.
Dave Chappelle's Block Party is a modern day Last Waltz. For Real.
My bredren Aaron made a short documentary about reggae poetry in Toronto. Mad positivity. That's him in the photo above, killer shirt, HOW DARE YOU QUESTION HIS TRENDSETTING!
Nice to see one of my dogs (you know like dawgz, like friends) pissing on the walls of Babylon.
