He sez, I wonder how many spectators were injured.

Via bordom.net.  (Be warned, the top thing on the home page right now freaks me the fuck out!)

Via Jesse Thorn, who has very good taste in rap, this video drips Cool.  I love the flannel shirts.  I love the elemental beat.  I love all the little details of place.  I love how almost evryone feels like people you might see on the street, not someone dressd up for a video.  I love that someone’s granny is just jammin out in the background.  I love the slammin girl at the chicken stand.  I love how people are actually working in the back of the chicken stand.  I love the density of the lyrics.  I love halal food in ny.

Late once again, I got hip to RED via Cosmic Rock (Read That Muthafuckin blog!!) and I mustve listnd ta this jont a dozen times today.

“The Man Without The Machine”:

The remix.  Dam-Funk adds the machine:

Preview: “Ghost Ride The Hips”

Red has been supported by LA art gal HVW8 (their press release). They collaborated with Stones Throw Records to bring “I Should Tell Ya Momma” out on 7ʺ vinyl.

Media has gotten wise:  Gross style mag Fader praised him.  Faith-Ann Young wrote about Red on Justin Timberlake’s website.  Her piece referenced Auto-tune.  Mr. Unter of Cosmic Rock wdnt hear it cuz he has an ax to grind with the Auto-tune haters.  To my ear, the way Red bends pitches is reminiscent of the way some are using that technology.  His voice replicates all kinds of sounds usually made with computers, hence the “Man Without The Machine” moniker; that’s what some people find interesting about him.  What I find interesting about him number one is that he is simply and without a doubt a dope artist.  Number two, I havnt heard evrything but I’ve never heard anything like this.  You can identify many influences but the result is unique.  Number three he sounds like Captain Beefheart.  #4 his bass notes sound like the steel rumbling when some dork drives by bumpin they system too loud.  I wd hate t see an artist like this reduced to fodder for th dumbass debate over auto tunes.

What’s better than not-givin-a-fuck creative punkrock kids?  Via BoingBoing.

This is Buddy & Stacy performing the Junior Walker hit “Shotgun” on a tee vee show calld Night Train in 1965.…

Aunt B. included this video in a column she wrote fer th Nashville Scene. Not sure why she did, actually. It doesnt seem to have anything to do with her piece, which was all about some guy named “Marbles”. Regardless, I’m mighty thankful she hipped me to this footnote in pop music history.

Apparently that’s Jimi Hendrix playin guitar in th back. Tho personally I c’d give 2 shits what rhythm sections Hendrix did time in before his genius was able t’ flower. My interest lies with th duo at th front of th stage, with th high-waisted pants and th high-heel’d shoes and th foofy shirts and th magnificent dance moves—that they just throw away!—and th joy and the exuberance and th not-give-a-fuck-ness… I mean, those 2 cn really dance.  And th band aint bad either.

I love how Buddy & Stacy look at each other, grins on their faces, how th cat on th right (screen right I mean, our right) (I want to call him Buddy, but I’m not entirely confident—for now I’ll just call him Buddy) is always lookin at th cat on th left for his cues, not to mention lookin down at his own feet. Stacy’s all like, “I’m so bad.  You know it,”  and Buddy’s all like, ”Oh Stacy, you so bad.  What are we doing next?  Oh, this move?  Okay.”

And, hey, check out the hair on th tenor player. Seriously, how much fun were th 9 men on that stage having right then?  And th moment has been preserved, only because of that guitar player.

I’ve watcht it like 7 times in a row. It’s got me so spaced-out, I don’t even care about th lip sync, which appears to be about 30 seconds off. It ends with that real quick shot of th guy at th desk, I guess he’s the host, and I always wonder what he’s about to say.

Note that Aunt B. was also my source for the Korla Pandit vid.  B!! More mind-blowing music videos over here please!

Speaking of crazy music vids… This comes to me thru They Might Be Giants’ blarg, but here is a better copy than the one embedded in their post.

The Philharmonicas performing Raymond Scott’s “Powerhouse”, from the 1939 short “The Dipsy Doodler” by Larry Clinton and His Orchestra.

Addendum (04-17): Seems as th performance appears on this tape.  Looks like maybe some other wild shit on there too.  I still have a VCR, and I probably have 20 bucks.  Hm.

how is it i havnt tumbld this up before?  one of th more incredible youtoob vids to hit my browser: Korla Pandit playing “miserlou”.  i am grateful to Aunt B. for first showing it to me.  Pandit is a pop-cultural oddity, a fake indian, a mind-blowing organist. check him out.  gaze into his hypnotic eyes.…

like most people, i’m familiar only with Dick Dale’s surf git tar version a this tune (made re-famous of course by the opening credits to Pulp Fiction (re-famous? more famous i’m sure—i think it wz just a regional hit th first time around) which are so long they take up all of that record and most of Kool and the Gang’s “Jungle Boogie”, but you don’t care cause th music is so dope.)  to my surprise, i found out “miserlou” is a greek pop song from th 20s.  there’s probly a hundred recorded versions but i bet none of them sound like this one.

Dude.