Hey readers. The epic Gordon Lightfoot/Harlequin romance post got cut by the censors. Weak. Sorry about that. It was the Johnny Cash cover mp3 of "If You Could Read My Mind" that offended them.
It would be a shame for the record biz to lose the sale of one mp3 by a struggling artist like Johnny Cash.
I've been compiling music of the 1930's for a theatrical production. It's awesome to spend time with my homies Bingo and Fats, but I still find myself walking around the house going "elevator!"
Things have been busy over here, coming back to life.
I've been writing jokes and jokes and jokes and remembered how hilarious this show is. Fully worth the thirty minutes of your laptop/phone/desktop's life.
"Time Trumpet" episode 1. Devised by Armando Ianucci
Michael Ian Black Reviewed Charles Manson. Here's a clip:
"For forty years, Charles Manson has been America’s pre-eminent bogeyman, the guy we turned to when we got sick of Oprah and just wanted a lil’ Evil. And for all that time, he’s given us exactly what we asked for: eye rolling, finger wagging, head twitching, mouth frothing. For forty years, the guy couldn’t open his mouth without something creepy falling out.
He was the Cal Ripken Jr. of crazy.
Now though, he’s in his mid-seventies, long past the age when most nutjobs hang up their straitjackets, and it’s clear his heart just isn’t in it anymore."
FYI, movie buffs, The Ben Stiller Show was co-created by Judd Apatow of "Freaks and Geeks" superfame and had "Scary Movie 2's" David Cross on the writing staff.
Here are a few folk songs by pre-rampage Charles Manson.
"Sick City" is a tight, strange, antsy, frustrated downtown folk burner. The point being that most people just watch TV and drink their beer, and that this pattern of behaviour is not positive. You can hear how much fun they're having. Silly hippies, a few bad trips down the road from mass murder. Plus when he sings "sick, sick, sick" it totally sounds like "6-6-6." You don't even need to play the mp3 backwards.
"Don't Do Anything Illegal" by Charles Manson with the title so ironic I laughed aloud. It expresses much dissatisfaction with always needing to have ID. On this issue I agree with Charlie.
I was looking for photos of Dave Manson in a Jets jersey, they all sucked, but I found this. They cover LOTS of ice, if you need to defend hockey fights with the "Waltz Defense(c)" this would be good evidence.
Then I found a site that breaks down most of the major players in the history of hockey. In piss-poor, borderline embarassing fucking English.
Charles Manson would not be scared of Dave Manson, he might even say "Ok, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a GOBLIN.
In case any of you kids were thinking about murder as a career path, remember:
Breaking into HIS house and killing HER! That is so wrong. No matter how mad you get at the man, the sheep, the cops, the judge, the boss, the prof, the system, the jocks, the bus, the taxman, the gasman or the fast man...
Do not murder. Imagine how dope their kids would've been...
"A wise man looks upon men as he does on horses; all their comparisons of title, wealth, and place, he consider but as harness." Robert Cecil
This video's been around for weeks, and Rick Ross is in the news every day, getting dissed for doing drug raps and secretly having once worked as a jail guard.
This space has never been for those that consume the day something drops and leave it forever. We have the patience to let flashes in the pan turn into full blown hallucinations. It's called discerning taste. It is replete in the following video.
I present Rick Ross in a love song with big drums, for spring 2009:
Sure we are all feeling good. However, there is so much work to do. There is no difference between being led and being driven (to a horse).
Do you also scour the internet for dancing songs with badass horn parts in them? Is the lack of dance songs with badass horn parts a silent bother? Do you always need more?
Big homie (seriously dude is six foot seven) Sinclair sent me the embedded video. It's a promo for his band Hoggwash who are pioneers in the "slop rock" genre. I've rehearsed with them, they rule.
Imagine a less-talented Primus drunkenly trying to morph into The Talking Heads but getting impatient and taking space steroids to facilitate the process, but accidentally taking earth steroids and entering a high school talent show in an 80's comedy.
I remember when Dancing Gabe had a crew, and they all dressed as Elvis, and sat in the nosebleeds. I go so far back with this dude that he told my Aunt he had a crush on her at the Glenlawn Collegiate 300 Year Anniversary Spectacular @ the Pantages Play House Theatre. That was circa 2000. Damn hometown, bring the weather up and call me back already:
By the way, check (204) DANCEFLOORS forever to see these perfected. No offense Gabe, but you're bigger than the Moose, Bombers and Youtube - to the imitators.
Go Bombers, don't even get me started on hating the Vancouver media pre-season coverage. Let's just say I do an Earthquake Dance and Tsunami Chant.
"BC Sucks" -Traditional Winnipeg Sports Chant
EDIT
King Dube rights in with an update (laaaaate night). Apparently masterminded by the homeboy Harvest who miraculously escaped grade 12 at that school on his jumpshot, moxie, devlish charm and scratch golf scores. Honestly.
"I'm at the fashion sq mall, any1 touches me gets 2 tickets, tag me and say yur twit u hv 20 min"
"davidjacobs is the man,he just sent me a pic, I have tears of joy, I'm a kiss u david when I c u"
"I hate leprekons lol"
"To all twitterers , if u c me n public come say hi, we r not the same we r from twitteronia, we connect"
"I feel twitterers around me, r there any twitterers in 5 n diner wit me, say somethin"
"Im wit steve nash, hes the best, a hip hop scott skiles"
"La traffic sucks, aaaaaaaagh" "Just saw the obama motorcade drive by wow" "I showed my badge, they said go around, lol" "Was stuk n traffic , obam is here"
Congratulations to my friends who are doing that grown-up wedding ting. I can't pretend that weddings make me think of any song quite as strongly as this one.
So, kids, come on over to Grandpa's smoky corner of the basement and let him tell you about two-thousand-and-nine...
I'll be the toastmaster in the tuxedo. Spinsters, sisters and searchers catch me by the bar. Nuptuals call for a double mart, three olvies please...
A friend of mine wrote 'LOL' to me the other day. I thought she meant 'Lord, oh Lord" - Jennifer Connelly
Reeeeespect to my girl Lex (who reminds me of Jennifer Connelly), and my cousin Bubble (who is one of my favourite humans on Earth) and their blog about being cute young ladies and bestest of friends: Smokey Ville
Here are some bouncy gems dedicated ot them, for Friday jams, because it's plus ten on my island and that feels like spring.
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:
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