07.21.11
The new “We Are the World”
You’ll laugh because if you don’t you’ll have to … well, laugh, anyway.
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07.20.11
Jonnie Marbles got beat by a girl — Brit manhood thrown into question
Relax, it’s just a still so I could stream the music for a minute.
Another day thrown into the toilet.
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07.19.11
What’s worse than iKit music app rubbish?
This.
While various tech nerds think it’s cool, it’s virtually unlistenable. You have to endure a little more than you’ll want to get to the robot guitar part.
You’ll hear it’s patently awful but a good pick for a robotic contraption being as it does away with 98 percent of the expression present in typical electric guitar performance. It’s the guitar line for Marilyn Manson’s “The Beautiful People,” a machine-like and very stiff riff that doesn’t require the device to do anything real guitarists more frequently do — like bend notes, use finger vibrato, work the volume or tone knobs, etc.
As something meant to sound mechanized one supposes it could be called good. But that ain’t saying much.
07.15.11
Happy hour blues rock
Don’t drink too much now. Or this will happen to you.
How many times have you seen the Viagra commercial and the manly man come on about “getting things done?”
A couple hundred? More? Can’t get that old Howlin’ Wolf tune, “Smokestack Lightning,” backing for the white he-man in the muscle car with the boiling over radiator, out of your head? The dude is so getting it done, rolling the Z-28 in the Mojave!
“Woo-hooo!” goes the Wolf.
Well, I’m sick of it, too.
So I redid the music with something I’d like to hear propping it up.
And it’s entitled “Mister Can’t Get It Up.” Lyrics — what there are of them, heh — are on YouTube proper in the description.
Wooo-hoooo. Gotta get the doctor!
As usual, YouTube does everything in its power to corrupt the video and put artifacts into it during processing. I do not control your tv set.
Mitigated somewhat by forcing a larger upload.
07.11.11
Ain’t That America?
If you mean singing flat in baseball caps while stumbling through Mellencamp’s Pink Houses at some yuppie bar, yeah.
It’s presidential candidate Thaddeus McCotter, playing guitar with friends, two years ago.
“The thought of Rep. Thaddeus McCotter, R-Livonia, being president is a bit scary,” writes the opinion page of his hometown newspaper, the Oakland Press.
As far as newspaper editorials go, it basically shits on him for 750 words. Using polite language.
Here’s another video of a “rock band” of Republican congressman, including McCotter and one token Dem, playing badly at Farm Aid a few years ago. It’s unlistenable, twenty seconds being about all you can stand. Pantywaist vocals while murdering a Beatles tune plus the drummer making a good argument for replacement with a drum machine.
“We like to have fun every once in awhile,” says one of the men in the band called, wait for it, The Second Amendments. Mystifyingly, it appears to have been shot for television broadcast.
None of these guys ever rock, even remotely. Originally, I wanted to cut McCotter some slack because he so obviously loves to play guitar. But he just stinks at it — totally “dad rock.”
It’s doubly damning because he’s from Michigan, Detroit being known for many great electric guitar players in the Sixties and Seventies.
For example, if Jim McCarty of the Detroit Wheels was/is a Boss 302, McCotter is an old Pinto or Chevy Vega.
07.09.11
Saturday phlogiston
The blog or name contributes the title to a flarf poem.
Flarf poetry is explained here:
[A] form … made by combining together phrases from random web searches … Flarf started off as a joke but then these joke poems that people were coming up with “evolved from ‘bad’ to ‘sort of great'”.
“Sort of great” being a description with great elasticity.
Anyway, here’s a “flarf poet” reading from her collection — subsequently put into a book. To an audience of what sounds like two or three, maybe four.
The video of the performance, about fifteen minutes long, is here.
A very short “flarf poem,” A Dick Destiny, comes at 4:52.
The poet delivers a performance in which the listener keeps expecting another to take the stage, someone playing a bongo drum. But it never happens.
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07.06.11
1967 music funnies
Big joke! Move your music to the Google cloud! For fuck’s sake, why? It’s already all there. YouTube would collapse if it weren’t for all the pirated old albums on it.
And here are two cuts from Bill Cosby’s 1967 music album, the much lauded by me, Hooray for the Salvation Army Band.
Good news, lads! Good news! There’s a a Barry White spoof, too: “Yes Yes Yes.”
You’d never know this stuff without me. Life would be even more grim than usual.
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06.25.11
The Curse of Michele Bachmann
It’s no secret that the big mainstream media often rips off journalists at smaller net publications as well as bloggers. However, it’s still startling when you see someone with a sterling reputation caught at it.
In this case, it’s Rolling Stone’s famous reporter Matt Taibbi and editor Eric Bates, for the former’s piece on GOP presidential hopeful, Michele Bachmann.
The Awl, a Minnesota altie, excoriates Rolling Stone and Taibbi for not attributing much of the detail and color research, which had appeared previously in a variety of smaller venues — including blogs, that went into the Bachmann piece.
The backlash against the lashing out against presidential candidate Michele Bachmann has already begun. Following the Palin blueprint, Bachmann plans on fully leveraging the negative publicity with her base: they see leftist attacks as a point of pride and an indication of strength.
This outpouring of disgust is coming at the expense of the excellent local bloggers in Minnesota who have long tracked and fact-checked Bachmann. Their work will be the uncredited foundation of probably every Bachmann hit piece you’ll read between now and 2012. It’s begun with the self-destructive chewing-out that Matt Taibbi gave Bachmann in Rolling Stone …
The parade of uncredited use of material from Ripple in Stillwater [blog], and several other Minnesota blogs that have dogged Bachmann for years now, is likely to continue as well. Publications such as the Minneapolis City Pages and the Dump Bachmann blog have been the original sources of numerous stories about Bachmann’s career foibles.
For example, in the Rolling Stone piece, Taibbi writes …
The Awl then back-to-backs originals from original Minnesota small media sources and Taibbi’s piece.
They effectively point out the total lack of proper attribution.
Rolling Stone editor Eric Bates is questioned about it and gives a lame excuse not worth repeating.
Last week, Taibbi used his Bachmann source as the basis for his first appearance on Olbermann’s Countdown as a regular contributor.
“I can’t believe he ever came here,” one of the source who was not attributed, , blogger Karl Bremer told the Awl. “Actually, he didn’t: Taibbi confirmed to me that he never set foot in Minnesota for the piece,” it ends.
The curse of Michele Bachmann put the voodoo to Matt Taibbi.
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Listen for the punch line
Good news, lads! Good news! It’s accurately rude at 0:56.
Governor Chris Christie cuts union health worker pensions, slags Obama on the debt ceiling, is pumped again by Ann Coulter in Fox, to delight of Roger Ailes:
HANNITY: But meanwhile, our next guest thinks only one person has the goods to take on “The Anointed One” and insure that he is a one term president. Only problem? This 2012 favorite swears he has no plans of running in 2012.
I sat down with the author of The New York Times, bestseller “Demonic: How the Liberal Mob is Endangering America,” the one and only, Ann Coulter, as she continues to sing the praises of a certain Garden State governor …
HANNITY: You’re insane. I don’t know who is more insane, you or Breitbart. He goes to the “NetKooks,” you go to these liberal universities all the time to get heckled, and they throw pies, they miss but they throw pies at you and.
COULTER: Well I have a bodyguard and I’m hoping I will be able to use him one of these days.
HANNITY: That is coming.
All right. Look, after our last — this is going back about two to three months ago. We had a discussion about who you wanted to run for president. You are obsessed with Chris Christie. No matter what happens, Chris Christie — I’ve interviewed him twice since you’re obsessive remarks. I asked him and on certain terms, he says he’s not running …
HANNITY: — and I think you must have an alter [sic] of Chris Christie in your house.
COULTER: It’s a big alter [sic].
HANNITY: Do you like Pawlenty?
COULTER: He’s OK.
HANNITY: He doesn’t do a whole lot.
COULTER: He’s no Chris Christie.
[Demonstrably true. It would take at least two Tim Pawlenty’s to make one Chris Christie.]
HANNITY: You are obsessed. Have you ever met your hero?
COULTER: Yes, I met him briefly, once.
HANNITY: Did he know who you were?
COULTER: Yes, of course.
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