In an effort to help fill the world's iPods with cool videos and movies, I am going to try and post more interesting videos in the future. This mini freak-out clip is the most riveting I have seen all year.
Chemical Brothers feat. Kele - Believe (.mov)
John Lennon - Plastic Ono Band
Look at me, what am I supposed to be?
Plastic Ono Band may not be eulogized with the same fervor as some Beatles recordings, however it remains one of the most bold, iconoclastic albums in rock and roll history. Lennon was reacting against everything possible on this LP, from Paul McCartney to his deceased mother, from God to the plush acoustics of Abbey Road, and he strips everything to its core. Lyrics were efficient, instrumentation was sparse, and Yoko's influence is (fortunately) almost totally absent.
Much time has been spent deconstructing the lyrics of the album, the fury and desperation that encircled Lennon, and three decades later, Plastic Ono Band continues to justify such attention. The one-word-title songs, "Mother," "Isolation," "Remember," "Love," and especially "God," represent songs that are not merely insular, they're self-absorbed in the best way. This album is therapy for Lennon, and his confessional words saturate so much that sometimes the listener squirms like an involuntary eavesdropper. John's best work is personal, not political, but the biting "Working Class Hero" is one of his greatest achievements. It focuses on one man and then expands, in the tradition of the song's clear predecessor, Bob Dylan. (In "God," Lennon sings, "I don't believe in Zimmerman." Really?)
As with most great music, how Lennon sings is just as important is what he is singing. Phil Spector produced Ono in conjunction with John and Yoko, but you'd never know it. Lennon's voice is seemingly effect-free, and the only immediately apparent sound manipulations are echo and reverb to add credence and tension. The lack of typical Spector kitchen-sink production methods is obvious - no dual guitar arrangements, certainly no layered orchestral affairs - suggest that Lennon held jurisdiction over the studio. Lennon was going back to his roots musically as well as emotionally on this album and his cathartic release translates into a classic. http://www.filefactory.com/get/f.php?f=33ba52fba5610f2e89fe6580
http://www.filefactory.com/get/v3/f2.php?f=a34d2832209b9827aa3ab57aThe Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (this album is a revelation)http://rapidshare.de/files/10855560/The_Hold_Steady_-_Seperation_Sunday.zip.htmlKasier Chiefs - Employment hooks galore)http://www.megaupload.com/pt/?d=39PSNQV6Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am Thats What I'm Not (rocks your face off) http://www.megaupload.com/nl/?d=BM0WKDR8Gang Starr - Step in the Arena (this album reminds me of a few things: 1) A trip to the outer banks, where my cousin introduced me to Guru and DJ Primo 2) skateboarding in DC at Freedom Plaza 3)me getting dumped in 8th grade by Miriam Rutledge and playing "Ex Girl to the Next Girl" and then like it was no biggie) http://www.megaupload.com/nl/?d=36GXH6O5One last little comment on James Frey. I managed to sneak a few minutes of his stammering ass on Larry King last night and let me say - his editor must have been brilliant because he surely is not. While stuttering through his pathetically vague and indecipherable explanation of why he was never honest about his OWN LIFE STORY in A Million Little Pieces, I was tempted to kick my own ass for wasting my time reading his book. At least I a) I didn't buy a copy, and b) didn't believe most of what I read in the first place.On the other hand, I have purchased and read two of JT LeRoy's works and raved about them to friends only to read in NY Magazine that JT Leroy was an elaborate hoax. Now, I can't explain why, but I am not nearly as upset by this as I am about the Frey debacle. Leroy's writing was the most tortured, horrific, and disturbing material I ever put my hands on, and it was so cringe-inducing at times that I had to put it down and take a break during readings. Needless to say, I emotionally invested in his work. You would think that I would feel betrayed, but I don't. Maybe it is because there were four people working in concert to accomplish the hoax, rather than a lone gunman flying solo abed a carpet of lies... maybe it is because JT Leroy has always been such a mystery that it wasn't entirely a surprise that he in fact was a she from Brooklyn with no documented history of being a homeless teenage truck stop prostitute in West Virginia who experienced the most depraved forms of physical and sexual abuses... maybe it is just the 1.77 million copies of A Million Little Lies that Frey sold in 2005 that pisses me off so much. Frey is a worthless prick.
Clinton Portis as "Coach Janky Spanky"
Allow me to preface this paragraph by warning that if you are not a 'Skins fam (or if you have any affection for the Cowboys), you must remove my page from your favorites list at this time and refrain from ever visiting this site again.
Clinton Portis has made quite a splash throughout the season by demonstrating his subtle improv talents during the Redskins press conferences each Thursday. Southeast Jerome, Dollah Bill, Ma Sweets, Sheriff Gonna Getcha... all characters in Portis’ growing repertoire. But the most recent addition to his catalogue - Coach Spanky Janky - is a deeply felt, layered examination of the uncharted, and often mysterious emotions of a scorned defensive coordinator. Maybe that is a strech, but he is f-ing hilarious in this role. While drawing up unorthodox "blitz packages", Coach Spanky Janky complains that he was never considered for Gregg Williams' job even though he took the Boy's and Girl's Club to the Super Bowl. A reporter asks a question about Portis' mom - and I swear this is true- he blows his whistle and says "Don't ask about Portis' mom, she's bad. She's tough. She's a tough one." He proceeds to illustrate what happened in Philly by drawing an "O" on his clipboard and giving the page a right hook. Not sure about you, but the tension is palpable in anticipation of this Thursday's press conference at Redskin Park.
Check out the video here: http://www.redskins.com/news/multimedia.jsp (go to view channels, and then "press conferences")
Solitaire is for losers.
This is not an opinion, this is a fact. I hate Solitaire with the passion. Please, give me frogger, an inflamed hemorrhoid, rusty thumb tack in my taint, anything; hell, I'd even rather do WORK than play Solitaire. Why do people continue to play this game??? Seriously, it's just not fun. What's the point? Who cares how many cards you can make disappear? You have to drag and drop these dainty cards on top of each other... who's the dipshit that thought up of this game? 99% of the people who play Solitaire only do so because they don't know how to do anything else on their computers. They might as well have bought a $1600 deck of cards. The next person I see playing Solitaire on my laptop when I come home is the person whose asshole I'm going to wear around my ankle after I put my foot up their ass (you know who you are). It's just pure shit.
At any given time, I can walk through my office and catch at least one work-deprived idiot playing Solitaire. These are also the same employees that run toward the elevator while I laugh and press the "CLOSE DOOR" button. What is everyone's fascination with this game? Throw it away. It's bullshit. Want to make the cards disappear faster? Here's a hint: click on the 'x' in the corner, asshole.
By the way, I have never learned to play Solitaire. Maybe I would like it if I tried, but I doubt it.
In an effort to help fill the world's iPods with cool videos and movies, I am going to try and post more interesting videos in the future. This mini freak-out clip is the most riveting I have seen all year.
Clinton Portis as "Coach Janky Spanky"
This is not an opinion, this is a fact. I hate Solitaire with the passion. Please, give me frogger, an inflamed hemorrhoid, rusty thumb tack in my taint, anything; hell, I'd even rather do WORK than play Solitaire. Why do people continue to play this game??? Seriously, it's just not fun. What's the point? Who cares how many cards you can make disappear? You have to drag and drop these dainty cards on top of each other... who's the dipshit that thought up of this game? 99% of the people who play Solitaire only do so because they don't know how to do anything else on their computers. They might as well have bought a $1600 deck of cards. The next person I see playing Solitaire on my laptop when I come home is the person whose asshole I'm going to wear around my ankle after I put my foot up their ass (you know who you are). It's just pure shit.
