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Yeah, it's a few years old but it's new to me and it is outstanding in the extreme. Homoeroticism never loses.
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Yeah, it's a few years old but it's new to me and it is outstanding in the extreme. Homoeroticism never loses.
Electric Six
Music video mashups are nothing new, but when they're inspired by Girl Talk, well, they become more watchable:
YouTube user BunnyGreenhouse has created videos for four of the fourteen tracks from Feed the Animals so far.
Girl Talk's response:
Maybe its the fog, the full moon, the loneliness. I'm not sure. But I definitely have the melancholy. The kind where you watch girls walk down the street for as long as you possibly can, hoping that they'll turn around to look back, until they disappear into memories far away.
I bought the new Hot Chip record a few weeks back, but hadn't even broken the seal yet. I put it on this morning to cheer me up enough to get out of the house for an eleventh day of work in a row, and it was good and poppy. Just the sort of thing we'd play here :) But one song really caught me. It's slow and sweet. You might find it cloying, but I hope not. It made me happy and gentle.

There's an awesome New York Magazine conversation (neck and neck with VF for my fave trash entertainment) with Liz Phair about her past, present and otherwise, but the story about Exile's cover is the standout for me. Clearly I have problems because my strongest memory of that time in my life is of the pills that I hid in the jewel box, not about her nipple.
One amusing instance of which was the shooting of Exile's cover photo
That was so funny. I turned in a still from a friend of mine's student film for the cover of the CD -- it was an orgy of Barbies floating in a pool. Matador was like, "What the FUCK is this?!" They called up Nash [Kato, of Urge Overkill] and asked him to help. So he comes to me and goes, "Lizzy, listen, the record's great, but they're not digging this. Why don't you go into the photo booth, take off your shirt, leave on your necklaces." And before I went into the bathroom, he was like, "Oh, and remember to put lipstick on your nipples," because I have very light-pink nipples, and I figured it was some weird porno thing he knew about. Like, "Wow that's why the nipples always look so good!" So I went in the photo booth, and for the first couple of shots, I was sort of shy. He really wanted me to just be like sex.
Much as this is a story about Exile and I want to post "Fuck and Run" or "Flower", I really can't put anything here but California. All because of the most amazing night of sitting in my Dolores Street apartment with wonderful people, singing along after I'd cooked us a lackluster, but homecooked, damnit! meal :) Thanks for everything, J.
I'm totally a fan of The Faint. They have a new album, Fasciinatiion, due to drop August 5, 2008. They make me dance like crazy and make my head go just like that. Uh huh. This is their first single, and it sounds very much like you'd expect a Faint single to sound like :)
Of particular note to one I Play The Hits author, J Beaman is that the original name and formation of The Faint was a Norman Mailer reference! They were to be called Norman Bailer, and to have had Mr Bright Eyes himself, Conor Oberst in the band. But luckily for us, they did it on their own! Credit the omnipresent Wikipedia for said factoid
Weirdly, they seem to have played some variant of this single as early as 2006 (see video on YouTube here), but the below version is waaayy better now :)
They left original label Saddle Creek seems and are on their own as blank.wav, surely a reference to their earlier album "Blank Wave Arcade." (duh).
Remember Feist's ubiquitous hit "1,2,3,4"? The song from that ipod commercial? It could have a second life. A remix just hit Sesame Street:
Can you imagine a song more perfect for Sesame Street? In case you haven't seen it, the original:
Reason number 237 of ∞ why I'm moving to Brasil:
To hang out with these guys.
Dominico+2 (also know as The +2's because the three members have put out three different records as Moreno+2 and Kassin+2) Alegria, vai lá. Joy, goes there. Or something like that. My Portuguese sucks ass.
Update: A friend in BH (Belo Horizonte, Brasil) says this about Alegria, vai lá - "I think this is a slang from Rio, sometimes you can call someone alegria, if this person is a happy person... maybe that, did not understand so well either, just means be up, be joyful I think..."
Update: There are some problems with the text rendering of the infinity symbol and the Portuguese special letters. The sysadmin is on that shit.
The Steven Colbert of dance music.
And it was awesome and you were special.
Growing up, I wasn't allowed to say "Oh my God". Under my parents roof, it was on par with, you know, all the real bad words. To this day, OMG just isn't a part of my vocabulary. Until now. LISTEN to the way the singer for Ida Maria says it in this song, "Oh My God". WATCH her karate chop like her hands on fire.
Since hearing this song, in conversation, I'm kind of just waiting for my chance to express disbelief by screaming "OH MY GOD" like a crazy person.
Hey there!
Despite a few updates in the last few weeks and a pending mixtape / podcast (Come on! Summer hits, baybe!), I haven't done much with this here spot on teh interwebs in a while. I always meant for it to be a blog where there was conversation about fun poppy tunes without being /too/ mainstream/top-40, but still recognizing that there's a lot of beauty in floor fillers and big beats.
I think more voices and more ideas introduced to an idea can broaden scope, increase depth, and generally just be more awesome.
To that end, I'd like to introduce two great pals who (I hope) will be adding to the mix. J Beaman, soon to escape to Brasil, and Josh Duty, Austin playboy extraordinaire.
Hey there!
Despite a few updates in the last few weeks and a pending mixtape / podcast (Come on! Summer hits, baybe!), I haven't done much with this here spot on teh interwebs in a while. I always meant for it to be a blog where there was conversation about fun poppy tunes without being /too/ mainstream/top-40, but still recognizing that there's a lot of beauty in floor fillers and big beats.
I think more voices and more ideas introduced to an idea can broaden scope, increase depth, and generally just be more awesome.
To that end, I'd like to introduce two great pals who (I hope) will be adding to the mix. J Beaman, soon to escape to Brasil, and Josh Duty, Austin playboy extraordinaire.

From "Yo Diggity" and "Whoomp There It Is" to "Jessie's Girl", MIA, and "Born Slippy" (god, I love Underworld, even now it brings me the raw euphoria of the first listens out in clubs. Have you heard The Bells, The Bells yet? OMG), Gregg Gillis cuts up favorites and obscure tracks in majestical ways. It's reductive to call Girl Talk "mashup," but that's probably the best term to identify him until you listen and feel the energy.
J took me to see him play a live show with Dan Deacon at The Fillmore with the kids these days. it was fucking awesome. I mean. Really. people on stage dripping sweat, all but crashing into his tables, just utter insanity. I can't remember dancing that hard and having that much fun. The free Fillmore poster is still on my wall :)
Some of his older albums on Illegal Art were super in-the-know where you would be train-spotting every single cut of every track, just hoping that you'd successfully ID one in ten. This one is much more approachable, I guess? It's filled with hits. So hell yeah, Girl Talk Plays the hits!
Clearly, the best track.