No Theme Sunday

There's no theme this time around because simply, I'm too lazy this weekend to formulate an idea. Any idea. I'm just moving and reacting from reflex.

Foodage

I's hungry.

Mama, weer all crazee now

We live in a world well proper grammar is becoming less important. Blame it on technology. Blame it on people being generally lazy. Why not blame it on the boogie? Anyway, even though it gets on my tits, I'm dedicating a few posts to grammatically incorrect 'chunes.

Gotta problem with it? Relax! I'm not playing the rancid "LOL" song.

Walk with the Animals

Animals: chances are, you are one!

I guess I'll start off with a few Taj Mahal songs, because WHY NOT?!





Taj Mahal- Fishin' Blues

Engelbert Humperdink- Lesbian Seagull

Okay, so this song isn't about an animal. It's about you, asshole.



Diamond Dogs, written by David Bowie, performed by Beck Hansen. Two different ones, coming up. Huh, get it?









Richie Havens

Simian Disco

Whenever I look at a monkey, I see a distant relative, much like myself. I go to a zoo and I see a chimp, sitting around, lazy and masturbating. It's like we're the same! We pretty much are, save for 2% of our genetic code.

Think about that for a second...

I'd probably throw my shit at people if I were locked up in a cage.

Freak out

I'm bored, and a little pissed off.

But it's not your fault.

Well, it kinda depends on who reads this.

But most likely, it's not your fault.





It's like David Bowie and Johnny Rotten had a kid!



The thing I like about "writing" a blog like this is that it takes barely any thought at all. I find something I like, and post it. Simple.

There's really no editorializing, if that's the right term, going on. I mean, I don't give a shit if you don't like Randy Newman. I mean, I hope that he won't turn you off. It'd be odd for someone to really like this blog (which, let's face it, no one reads this) but all of the sudden get put off by Mr. Newman singing about midgets. Even though they are fucking worthless.

But hey, have a whistle, my angry imaginary friend.



Funny thing about that clip, is that the guy pouting and dancing like a jack ass isn't the recorded whistler. He's the Milli Vanilli of whistling, which is pretty sad.

Covers

I wanna give a hat tip to covermesongs.com. I don't want to look ungrateful.

Record Club: Velvet Underground & Nico "Femme Fatale" from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

Seu Jorge- Lady Stardust

Black Box Recorder- Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

Changes

I've found that men in my family, and most likely men everywhere else, will change. My grandfather suddenly liked cats when he married my step-grandmom. My dad went berry picking and now uses hair gel. I started watching Scrubs because a chick said it was her favorite show. I think we change because we all want something that I don't have to tell anyone what it is.








Ginuwine- Pony (Boson Bubstep Remix)

Also, my computer isn't fucking up. Running smoothly for 8 days...

bubbz

My friend Bubbz is featured in this commercial for Puma. Well, Bubbz is the band name, but you know, stage names. His other band mate that I met at SXSW, Ghettozoid, is chill as shit.

I was talking to my dad about Ghettozoid, real name Sophie, and he said," I can't imagine anyone getting a job named Ghettozoid." Old people, right?

Anyway, here is the commercial. Get down, get up.

Mish Mash Mash Mish

Roger Miller is fucking brilliant.



A little Brazilian psychedelia



Oh, Rita Lee...



The video is kinda boring... close your eyes, man.