Here's an amusing mash up between Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" and Britney Spears's "I'm a Slave for U" that's apropos considering Brit's current mental condition. Here's the link to download. (Thanks Monica.)
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The juvenile in me chortles at this new song I just got (which is actually a hot track) and the name of the song is "What are you doing after the orgy?" I usually get some White Castle afterwards.
So Notorious MSG is performing on Saturday, Feb. 17th at hipster haven Pianos and this rice eating blogger is stoked! I saw them perform with Nick (who nearly started a couple fights that night--good times, Nick! Haha) and Kaizar a while back at the now defunct CBGB. It was a pretty badass show.
Who is The Notorious MSG? The Grey Lady of the Times had a write up about them, unfortunately you have to be a snooty "Times Select" member to see it now, so I'm going to cut-and-paste from their website:
Blasting out of the streets of Chinatown, THE NOTORIOUS MSG have arrived with a vengeance. Serving up deep-fried beats straight from the Chinese ghetto, they will not stop until they achieve complete world domination.
This is the story of three renegade restaurant workers from the hardened streets of Chinatown, New York City. Pursuing their dreams of rap superstardom, Hong Kong Fever, Down-Lo Mein and The Hunan Bomb fled the harsh ghettos of Asia only to face more hardships as second-class citizens in America. They struggled to earn a living, toiling in the kitchens and risking their lives as Chinese restaurant delivery boys. Facing robberies and beatings on a daily basis, their fight for survival came to a head when an unknown assailant killed one of their original band members, Funky Buddha. This was the last straw; it was time to fight back.
Rising up with a fury, the trio were reborn and The Notorious MSG exploded onto the NYC music scene with a new calling. Once only fighting to defend themselves, they renewed their fight, this time for all their brothers and sisters in the Chinatown ghettos who would never get the chance to realize their dreams
Along with hard raps about Mott Street and sensitive ballads to a certain special Dim Sum Girl, they also bring it on stage where soy sauce is imbibed like a 40 and egg rolls are smoked like a blunt.
Anyway, as Tom Cruise said, "Who's coming with me?!" (Tickets are five bucks. Friends, let me know if you are interested.)
(Via) An entire wedding cast reenacts MJ's Thriller or otherwise known as a buncha white people moving along to something that sorta resembles MJ's Thriller music video.
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And here's the version from Final Fantasy, which is a little better but that CGI kinda creeps me out a little, but not quite in that uncanny valley way:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZIeuKG2D30]
Lastly, for comparison, here's the timeless original:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT90keJ51bY]
God damn, that MJ was the hot shit back in the day. This is one of my favoriteist music videos ever.
My new roommate Chris "Cee-Low," in the past couple months has introduced me to a lot of new music, mainly of the whiny, 'my heart's been ripped in two' sort. And by introduce, I mean force down the proverbial throat. It's alright though, because its allowed me to find that John Mayer in me that I never knew existed. Anyway, if you want to get in touch with your sensitive side and even maybe cry just a little, you should all download (legally, natch) Rachel Yamagata's "Worn Me Down"--not the radio version, but the more depressing take.
I don't think I would ever find myself using the words 'bad ass' and 'Phil Collins' in the same sentence, but then again I never thought I'd ever see [censored]. Check out this scene from the pilot episode of Miami Vice that proves once and for all that convertibles, blazers (cuffs rolled up natch) and Phil Collins do indeed go together like Bacardi and Cola. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tnyp9tRXRo]
My nerd brain exploded after seeing this guy playing the Star Wars theme on his banjo. [youtube="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQBRSwZiYS4"] This guy should have been on America's Got Talent. Watching that show and banjo man here makes me wish I was extremely good at some sort of obscure thing, like balancing a shopping cart on my chin, or driving a nail through my nose, or playing a banjo.
I can juggle three objects (as long as it isn't on fire and sharp). I was once locked out and I successfully picked the lock. I'm okay at Ultimate Frisbee. I once watched television for 16 hours straight (other than to get take out food from Johnny Rockets and use the bathroom).
I don't think any of those "skills" will get me on television.
Winning American Idol really does make you famous--so famous that I'm sitting here, using up my precious brain cells and not-so-precious time to write about someone writing about seeing American Idol winner Taylor Hicks at Yankee Stadium:
As we settled in our seats and got over the fact that we paid $8.00 for a beer (for the mathematically inclined, that’s approximately a 1,039% mark-up over the national average price of a single beer in a six-pack) we noticed that there was a commotion going on to our left. We look over to see what’s going on and it seems there is a crowd gathering around a very old man sitting five seats away. Finally the crowd disperses and it’s none other than Taylor Hicks! And he’s there with Seth Green! (Ed. Note: It was not Seth Green, it was in fact Elliott Yamin, the third place finisher in “American Idol.” He was, however, the first place finisher in the “Eating Dippin’ Dots Out Of A Mini Helmet Bowl” race.)For anyone out there who is wondering what Taylor Hicks looks like close up, here is the best description I can give: old. I’m not kidding when I say that this man is lying about his age.
The man looked like he was 40-years-old after the magic of make-up, stylist, and soft-focus TV cameras. In real life he probably looks like this:
Using NYC's hip hop radio station "Hot 97" as the focal point, the always awesome New Yorker examines the current state of hip hop in New York City. It's a very fascinating, engrossing and entertaining read. Here's an excerpt from the article:
A recent edition features a scene shot last year, before Gravy’s feud with Hot 97, and shortly after he and Fendi had negotiated to take their private label, Dirty Money Records, to Warner Bros., for a reported three million dollars. It is night, and Gravy and Ice-T are standing on Eighth Street, in the Village—a young rapper on the cusp of success, basking in the attention of an elder statesman. “We just chilling,” Ice-T says. “I bumped into Gravy. Say, ‘What’s happening?’ We talking.”“We gone got the official Gangsta Man,” Gravy says. “You can’t get more gangsta than this man right here, you know?. . . Tell me, what you got going on, Ice-T?”
“Right now, I’m on TV—niggas watching me on ‘Law and Order: Special Victims Unit,’ cause I’m the real mothafuckin’ pimp,” Ice-T says. “Playing the police. Imagine that. That’s real pimpin’ for a street nigga like me.”
Ice-T mentions that he’s got a new album coming out (“Gangsta Rap”), along with a clothing line (310 Motoring) and an energy drink (Liquid Ice) to promote: “I’m just trying to get it all, man. I’m trying to stay in the game.”
Gravy, nodding along, is wearing three huge silver necklaces, with crosses dangling in front of his stomach. “My man, shit, let me check out how you roll,” he says, turning and pointing behind Ice-T to a silver luxury car.
“Yeah, this the Bentley,” Ice-T says, before directing the camera to the front seat, where he shows off a customized steering wheel. “Got a lot of wood up in there. You go check niggas’ Bentleys out, you ain’t even going to see the wood steering wheel, ’cause that’s extra. That cost five thousand. . . . But I got it from hard work.”
Ice-T turns serious. “The hardest thing in the world to get is street respect, where niggas really are happy to see you with this type of stuff, you dig? That’s the hardest thing to obtain, is to get it, and have the hood feel like you deserve it, you dig? ’Cause you can go out there, get a budget, and get a whole bunch of money—niggas will run right up in your crib and repossess that bullshit, real quick. Look, look, look— ”
A double-decker sightseeing bus has pulled to a stop behind the Bentley (“Ladies and gentlemen, Ice-T!”), and tourists on the upper level begin snapping pictures. “What’s up, Ice-T?”
“What’s happening?” he shouts back.
“There he is!”
Turning to face the camera again, Ice-T smirks, and says, “That’s all white people—trip. That’s all white people. So you got to be good in the hood, and gets respect from the top deck, you dig? World renowned, internationally known, and locally respected. That’s me and Saucy”—Gravy—“we do it like that.”
The cameraman asks, “Ice-T, how’s the rap game changed since you’ve come up?”
“I mean, the rap game’s changed a lot, but I’m not mad at it,” he says. “It’s more raw. . . . Now every rap crew is made of real mothafuckin’ dangerous individuals, you dig what I’m saying? You got to understand, I got in the rap game to get out of the streets. . . . Now the streets is in the rap game.” Ice-T, as if in a time warp, appears to be counselling his protégé Gravy from some vantage point in the future. “Now niggas idolize the shot, not the shooter,” he says. “You brag how many times you got shot. I’m supposed to be impressed? . . . I’m down with the niggas who staying on the streets, who ain’t getting shot, ’cause nobody wants to shoot ’em. . . . I’m down with the niggas who come from the gutter but are trying to do it right, so they can feed they kids. Them is my crew. . . . Like this, ya heard?” He tugs Gravy back into the frame. “If you motivate niggas to do low, you hustling sideways.”
Ice-T’s wife, Coco, who is white, enters the picture, and his mood lightens. “She representing—just got her mothafuckin’ nails done,” he says. “I love her to death. . . . All the black women that got problems with Ice-T with a white girl? Kiss my fucking ass.” Then he puts his arm around Coco and starts singing “We Are the World,” swaying from side to side.
People are asking me why I'm switching from my old blog to this new one. If they use the points made in this article as a metaphor, they'll understand my motivations. I'm just trying to step up my game, ya heard?
I need to bookmark this: Gnarls Barkley at Central Park Summerstage on August 17.