This one is completely different.
It came across Radio Paradise and I thought I would share. I know nothing about the band or the message, but the vocals with the instrumentation are haunting.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Your music video of the day
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I am about to declare jihad on the local Hardee's!
I hope you get a kick out of what I had to go through today for lunch.
I had never really been to Hardee's for lunch, much - I used to go for breakfast by my grandfather when I was a wee tyke - until recently, when one of my co-workers had talked to me about the wonders of the Thickburger. And, as I'm very glad to tell anyone who listens, I'm a fool for a good cheeseburger. But, over the course of the past 2.5 mos, I've been there four times; out of those four times, today marked my worst visit yet, and I don't think I'll be going back.
First visit: I usually get my cheeseburgers plain, but recently I'd decided to add a little bit of something extra to my burger eating experiences. I rolled up in the drive-thru on my lunch break and hollered out, "I want a Thickburger, with cheese, mustard and ketchup." The lady repeats this back, which is usually good customer service, but I have come to recognize it as a cause for concern. I confirm her repetition, verbatim. I give her my money, get my food, and when I get back to work ... I got a damn Thickburger with everything. I chalk this up to just simple human error, but little did I know that this would be known as "Strike 1."
Second visit: Lunchtime drive-thru again, and I want to get my Thickburger experience on again, only proper this time. I roll up and order, "I want a Thickburger, with cheese, mustard and ketchup." She says, "Cheese, mustard and ketchup?" I confirm this; she responds, "That's all you want on it?" Okay, that made me nervous, because "all you want on it" implies that a whole lot that makes this Thickburger a "burger" is being left out, like, I don't know, the meat? (I've had this happen before, by the way, so I'm not just being paranoid.) So I bounce back, "Yeah, just a regular Thickburger, only with cheese, mustard and ketchup." I give the girl my money, get my food, I get back to work ... the damn Thickburger has pickles, tomato, onions, lettuce and mayonaise; what it does NOT have are the cheese, mustard and ketchup. Apparently, I went to Hardee's on Opposite Day, because when I was saying, "WITH cheese, mustard, and ketchup," they were hearing "WITHOUT cheese, mustard and ketchup." Okay, here we have Strike 2.
Third visit: On my third trip to Hardee's, I had a little more time for my break, so I actually went into the restaurant to order. I got me a Thickburger, with cheese, mustard and ketchup, no problem. It was very good, and I thought, "Y'know, maybe I'm just playing this whole thing out all wrong." I resolved at that point that, when I can, I'll go in the restaurant to order; if I have to go through the drive-thru, I'll just go back to ordering cheeseburgers plain & keep it simple. So, to keep the baseball theme going, we'll call this visit, "Ball 1."
Fourth visit, today: I have a shorter time between sessions, and I'm feeling the Thickburger itch, so I roll up into the drive-thru, and while my prior experiences with Hardee's drive-thru have been very dissatisfying, I had a plan. "I'd like a Thickburger, plain, with just the cheese." "You want a plain Thickburger?" "Yeah, just cheese." "Just cheese." "Yeah." I get my price, I go around & give the girl my money, get my food, get back to work ... the "Thickburger," as it were, ended up being not a Thickburger at all; in fact, there was neither a "thick" nor a "burger" in my bag. What I got, nestled between two sesame seed buns, was a flimsy slice of American cheese. "Yeah ... just cheese." A $2.99 cheese sandwich. Hardee's had officially struck out, going down swinging.
I did something I have never done before. I took the bag, the "burger," the receipt and my pleasant demeanor back to Hardee's for a refund. When I explained to the woman at the register the situation, she seemed perplexed as to why in the hell anyone would have interpreted my order to mean "just a slice of cheese." Even the cook, who seemed to be in good spirits, a/k/a high, said something to the effect of, "Man, I was wondering about that order. I said, 'just a piece of cheese,' who just wants one piece of cheese? That didn't make no sense, man."
But, for all the sense that this did not make to anyone, the manager was convinced that what I really wanted was a corrected order; it took a lot of convincing him to refund my money. In fact, as I made my case and he was offering his rebuttal, my closing argument consisted of the phrase, "Which of these best describes your store's motto: 'Customer satisfaction is our #1 priority,' or is it 'Hardee's: Who gives a fk if we get it right?'" Customers eating their food assembled in the dining area apparently thought this was amusing, because I heard the laughter, and the manager, seeing that I wasn't going to leave without my money, gave me the money I paid for my non-lunch. In a move that I will forever question, when I give the bag with my sandwich in it to him, he says, offhandedly, "It's okay, you can keep it, on us." "On us," he says, like he was doing this grand gesture to ensure my satisfaction, allowing me to keep the food I'd complained about while I still walked out with my money. My response was, "Dude, I got a refund, it's not like you just paid me three bucks to throw out your trash." And I left my non-sandwich on the counter, never looking back, and deciding that, as of today, my relationship with the Thickburger in this town is over.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Speaking of professors
This guy stepped in it.
Note the last two paragraphs, and the fact that he called in sick, rather than confessing that something was wrong.
"April 26, 2008
Student Falls Unconscious at Professor's Home and Dies
Michael Todd, a psychology professor at Paradise Valley Community College, was placed on paid administrative leave after one of his students fell into a coma at his North Phoenix home and died, according to a report in the East Valley Tribune.
The Phoenix Fire Department responded to a call of an unconscious woman early Sunday morning. At a local hospital 30 minutes later, Andria Ziegler, 19, was pronounced dead. No cause has been determined, and toxicology results are pending, the Maricopa County Medical Examiner’s Office said.
Ms. Ziegler’s parents reported her missing on Monday afternoon, and Phoenix police officials became involved when they learned that the the woman’s body was lying unidentified at the medical examiner’s office.
Mr. Todd called in sick on Monday and Tuesday, a college official said. He was placed on leave after Ms. Ziegler’s parents alerted the college of her death.
A private investigator who is looking into the case said that Ms. Ziegler’s best friend told him that Mr. Todd had previously sought to date Ms. Ziegler but that she had initially declined, according to the newspaper’s report.
The case is not being investigated as a homicide, police officials said. —Don Troop "
Nate's shower thoughts
How many tag teams comprised of brothers (true & kayfabed)* have there been?
*It's up to you to figure out which.
Brad & Scott Armstrong
Doug & Danny Basham
Beau & Blake Beverly
Jack & Jerry Brisco
Jay & Mark Briscoe
Brothers of Destruction (Kane & Undertaker, although technically "half-brothers")
Bubba Ray & Devon Dudley ("half-brothers")
Jesse & Festus "Dalton" (stumbled upon this bit of info)
Bo & Jack Dupp
Edge & Christian
Dory Jr. & Terry Funk
Ron & Terry Garvin
Henry & Phineas Godwinn
Hector, Chavo & Mando Guerrero
Charlie & Russ Haas
Jeff & Matt Hardy
Ron & Don Harris
The Headhunters
Harlem Heat (Booker T & Stevie Ray)
Bret & Owen Hart
The Minnesota Wrecking Crew (Gene & Ole Anderson)
The M.O.D. Squad (Mack & James Jefferson)
Bill & Randy Mulkey
Colin & Jimmy Olsen (The "Olsen Twins")
Axl & Ian Rotten (Bad Breed)
Jacques & Raymond Rougeau
The Samoan SWAT Team
Buzz & Brett Sawyer
Michael & Todd Shane (Gymini)
The Smokin' Gunns (Bart & Billy Gunn)
The Spanish Announce Team (Joel & Jose Maximo)
Rick & Scott Steiner
Jay & Jules Strongbow
Jerry, Jimmy & Johnny Valiant
The Wild Samoans (Afa & Sika)
Barry & Kendall Windham
Don & Ron Wright
"Deadliest Catch:" Reality TV not so real? You mean the TV lied?
"A sequence in which huge storm waves crashed over the deck of the Wizard in Tuesday's season debut of "Deadliest Catch" reportedly were not shot on the same day the crew's stateroom flooded." [more]
Okay, seriously, are we not past the point now that we've stopped believing in "reality TV" as a function of true reality? Why would anyone be shocked by this revelation now, after all these years?
You mean, situations in these shows MIGHT be scripted? Wha?! And sometimes scenes may be EDITED to produce maximum drama? Pshaw! Next you'll be telling me Tia Tequila really isn't looking for true love amongst the most narcissistic & histrionic lesbos and metrosexuals who ever lived? You mean she's not? You fucking bullshit artist, you!!
Here's quiz: Name one "reality TV" program that actually has captured realism. Only show I can think of is the nightly news.
Yeah, yeah, yeah .... world's youngest professor
But can she fuck?
"She made the jump to college at age 10. And by age 14, Sabur was earning a bachelor’s of science degree in applied mathematics summa cum laude from Stony Brook University — the youngest female in U.S. history to do so." [more]
Seriously though, who the hell hires an 18 year old girl, prodigy or not, to be a college professor, unless she was doing circus seal impressions in a circle full of deans? Eighteen year old girls should be taking my order at my restaurant of choice, or feeding me grapes and fanning me with leaves from a palm tree, not teaching history. "Math is hard," bitches.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Another video for your viewing pleasure
Since Josh took care of the "PUt Em On the Glass" request...
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Finally, my time is mine again (well, almost)
Nothing better than Finals Week!
Since classes ended this week, I have been able to write a 10-page conference paper from scratch (including what I think might be the best intro I've ever written. Might shop it to you via e-mail), culled some passages together from the manuscript to make a fairly good rough draft of a journal article, and read through a book I might assign to the class in the fall. It is amazing what you have time for when you don't have to write lectures, prepare for class, and do up powerpoints.
One more week and it will be the first summer break I have had in 3 years.
"It hurts being this good." - Sidney Dean
"Snipes' attorneys had filed character-building testimonials from Denzel Washington, Woody Harrelson and television's Judge Joe Brown Wednesday, along with a sentencing memorandum recommending probation, not imprisonment." [more]
10 Print "Free Wesley Snipes!"
20 Goto 10
Science Gone Mad: Audio eXchange
Delta phase
"Because I Got It Like That" - Jungle Brothers
Ah yeah, 6th grade. Back then, I knew all kindsa shit about shit. And rap music was one of those things that I knew some shit about. And while these days I can't tell a Soldier Boy (sic) from a 50 Cent, I knew my shit about rap music in the late 80s and early 90s.
This was one of my favorite jams; it was on a K-Tel cassette with some other tracks like "Go See The Doctor" by Kool Moe Dee, and "Rappin' Duke" by that dude that sounded like John Wayne but didn't. And I'm sure I'm forgetting what all else was on that tape, but when "Because I Got It Like That" was playing in my headphones, and I was on the bus to school, no one could tell me nothing.
This track was the third rap song I learned all the words to, behind "You Gots To Chill" by EPMD, and "Paul Revere" by the Beastie Boys, and it was probably one of the few jams that I scribbled all the words down on notebook paper to make sure I learned it correctly.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
The WWE Presidential Connection
The candidates were on Raw tonight giving pre-taped addresses to the audience.
Sometimes my predictions are way off, but I think Obama went a long way towards reclaiming those "bitter" middle America voters that he made fun of in SF two weeks ago. His talk was SO much more believable than Hillary's. She seemed stiff and robotic, whereas he seemed charming and affable.
Don't know if it will make a difference in PA, where Clinton currently leads in the polls by 7, but I think people will be talking about this for a while.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
[Lucha] Sometimes, dreams do come true
(Technically, this is old news, as AAA's Rey de Reyes 2008 was held on March 16.)
Following a rivalry that began in 2004, which in its course involved multiple turns of stablemates, family threats, impaired alliances, fluctuating fan alignments, injuries both legit & kayfabed, stable takeovers, identity appropriation, and most recently led to a brief absence from the ring via a spinebuster through a flaming table, Cibernetico finally defeated long time rival El Mesias, and as a result is the new AAA World Heavyweight Champion.
Between this and Samoa Joe's TNA title win, this is a great time to be a wrestling fan.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Quotes to Live By, 19 April 2008
In an article about the film "Where In The World Is Osama Bin Laden?" ...
"[I]n my lifetime we've been told to panic about all kinds of things. Here are some of them, in no particular order:
"Soviet nukes, North Korean nukes, suitcase nukes, nuclear power plants, dirty bombs, shoe bombs, guns, assault rifles, semiautomatic weapons, sarin, anthrax, Ebola, E. coli, Lyme disease, Legionnaires' disease, smallpox, salmonella, dengue fever, Asian flu, bird flu, swine flu, yuppie flu, West Nile virus, the pesticides sprayed on the mosquitoes that spread West Nile virus, breast implants, AIDS, SARS, SIDS, ADD, ADHD, PTSD, TB, Y2K, EMP, WMD, illegal aliens, drunk drivers, road rage, asbestos, mercury, lead, oil shortages, the national debt, inflation, stagflation, hurricanes, twisters, tsunamis, asteroids, earthquakes, killer bees, killer canines, mad cows, global warming, the hole in the ozone, flesh-eating bacteria, stem-cell research, Frankenfood, Halloween, poisoned Tylenol, sex addiction, identity theft, secondhand smoke, Crips, Bloods, neo-Nazis, Satanists, pagans, cults, serial killers, postal workers, Catholic priests, heroin, cocaine, crack cocaine, methamphetamines, club drugs, ecstasy, Special K, day-care centers, retirement homes, hospitals, an epidemic of obesity, an epidemic of teen drug abuse, an epidemic of teen murders, an epidemic of teen suicides, an epidemic of teen gambling, an epidemic of teens having sex, an epidemic of teens having babies, an epidemic of child pornography, missing children, workplace violence, violence against seniors, violence on TV, violence in movies, violent video games, rap videos, rap music, heavy-metal music, Dungeons & Dragons, snuff films, Internet porn, high-voltage power lines, cell phones that explode, cell phones that cause brain cancer, drivers on cell phones, pedophiles on MySpace, the air, water, soil, eggs, ham, fish, peanuts, spinach, and dog food." - Morgan Spurlock
Science Gone Mad: Audio eXchange - Call For Submissions
How to submit music for exchange & review amongst your peers
I figure most people might know how to do this stuff, but just in case, I’ll put this tutorial up to help those among us who might want to participate in this grand online project.
1. You need the song in question to be in mp3 format. If it’s already on your hard drive, skip to #2.
1.5. If your song selection is on CD,* you need to convert that track to mp3. There are some excellent CD ripping softwares available – my favorite to use is and has been for years the CD Extractor, also known as CDex. It’s extremely easy to use, very user friendly, reliable and very fast in its job.
*If it’s on vinyl, cassette or 8-track tape, you might just be on your own.
Anyway, rip your track, find where it copied to, and keep that jank in mind for ...
2. Upload your mp3 to an online file sharing utility. As you know by now, I use Sendspace. Also extremely easy to use. Browse for your mp3 (where it’s located in step 1.5, for those that stopped there), and put it in the upload area. Click, click, click and wait for the song to upload.
3. Post your song and link to the track. Start a post like you ordinarily would, punching out the track name and artist name. Cut and paste this template to directly link to the download or its page:
<a href="http://www.THEDOWNLOADLINKPROVIDED.com">Name of track – Artist Name </a>
... of course, replacing "www.THEDOWNLOADLINKPROVIDED.com" with the link provided by the site you use; "Name of track" with the name of the track, and "Artist Name" with the name of the artist. Of course.
3.5. Alternately, you can just post the track’s download link and leave it for us shlubs to find it on our own.
I hope you guys will participate, because I'm a fool for some new stuff, and I especially enjoy being schooled in styles that I'm blind to, haven't expanded upon, or had forgotten. Hope to hear from all o' youse mugs.
Science Gone Mad: Audio eXchange
Gamma phase
"I'm Lonely" - Screamin' Jay Hawkins
I was watching this movie, "Perdita Durango" a/k/a "Dance With The Devil," starring Rosie Perez getting her freak on in as many different ways than there are lethal strikes in Shaolin kung-fu. And while I'm watching the movie, thinking that I need to get hopped up on coke and start practicing santeria because the movie made it look so damn NOW, up pops supporting actor Screamin' Jay goddamn Hawkins.
Now, I say "goddamn" because I'm 100% convinced that's his true middle name, because he embodies everything that rock and roll was, should be, could be, and used to be about. Unfortunately, as is the fate that befalls most artists who refuse to be defined by convention, he cranked out that fucking "I Put A Spell On You," and now every Halloween you can think about Screamin' Jay Hawkins for a day, then go back to your jobs and wives and what have you.
Yet, here's this movie, about coke and sex and the devil and fear and violence and not giving a fuck about life or death or the consequences of love and murder, and ol' man Hawkins is just overseeing the proceedings, like a foreboding maniacal Alfred Pennyworth. He's hard to recognize at first, because most vintage photos of Jay have him all bug-eyed, caped, bone protruding from his nose, and his pet skull on a stick by his side. But here, he's mellow, reserved, and it's hard to find in his performance a sign of that vigor that he displayed onstage, belting out tunes like "Constipation Blues, or "Feast of the Mau Mau."
That is ... until the end of the film. Won't spoil it, in the chance you wanna check it out. But there's a scene, with Rosie walking through the crowded streets of Las Vegas, lost and wounded, alone and vulnerable. And as she pushes her way through the throng of people, this song kicks in. It's hard, it's almighty, and it wasn't available through any means by which I usually get my music. I ordered an import best-of CD set for $32+ to get this version of that one song ... this song was worth $32 to me.
It's hard out in these streets.
(A blog about people who had it coming.)
I am really digging this whole internet thing. It has made the things that fascinate me the most, readily accessible. Namely porn, Ohio State football, and crime. Today I want to talk about crime. If you haven't heard about The Homicide Report, I highly recommend it. Basically a reporter for the LA Times got tired of the media only reporting 'newsworthy' murders, and glossing over the rest if even reporting them at all. She goes into relatively extensive detail of every single murder in Los Angeles on a daily basis. She did it for over a year and then got burned out and passed the torch to someone else. Check it out.
But the point of my post isn't just about the value of these kinds of blogs, but the fact that the public who reads them can also leave comments on the stories. And it's here that I find the value. It's here that I reaffirm my fundamental belief that Mike Judge is a prophet and we are heading toward a real-life Idiocracy. Now you may say "Hey he's poking fun at an economically disadvantaged section of society who live a life totally different from you or I." And to that I say fuck you. Remember when Time Magazine made all of us the person of the year in celebration of YouTube? Find a video with a lot of hits and read the comments section. Find a clip from the latest Obama/Clinton debate and read the comments. You will probably find a lot of stuff along the lines of "FFuck yoo DaWg. Cunton iz a lair! Burrack will chanze this USA! Uze a punk."
But I digress. This is about the power of the internet to give the common man a voice. The following story is from the New York Daily News website.
March 26, 2008 Rapper is killed outside eatery
An aspiring rapper was shot to death as he walked out of a Brooklyn seafood restaurant Tuesday, cops and relatives said. Leval (Cevlar) Lyde, 36, was leaving Fish & Crustaceans Quality Seafood in Fort Greene with a whiting sandwich in hand about 5 pm. As he approached the maroon Jaguar owned by the mother of his child, he was hit with a single shot, witnesses said. "He fell right in front of me." said Charles Kearny, 48, co-owner of the restaurant, who added that Lyde was a regular customer. Lyde died at Brooklyn Hospital Center.
That's the article. Now let's discuss some of the comments left on the webpage.
An 'aspiring rapper' was shot to death. Why is there a need to point out that he aspired to be a rapper? People with aspirations die every single day and when their deaths make the paper the story doesn't normally include what they aspired to become in life.
Well regla777 when an aspiring construction worker gets shot for no apparent reason outside his favorite eatery, the paper doesn't usually mention that he was an aspiring construction worker because construction workers on the east coast aren't beefing with their counterparts on the west coast and they're not offing themselves in record numbers. Come to think of it, neither are country music musicians.
let me tell you all about mr cavlar, i knew homey personally. we once sold drugs together to and for eachother on the streets of brooklyn. he turned his life into what he was bred from. homey was about getting money and women and at any course. that being said he went about everyday life being a gangsta. he intimidated both regular and street dudes and he really was about his business. thats why he was killed, he ran across the same type of individual that he himself was and he got caught with a sandwich instead of his gun in his hand. don't get it twisted it could have easily been the other three people who approached him that couldve been left on the ground. thats how he lived. hip hop. EXACTLY WHY HES DEAD!! And the sooner black people stop making excuses for one another, and start making each other step up to the plate, the less of this we have. personally every rapper hip hopper in this country could get killed as far as i'm concerned, that's just leff riff raff for those of
Well said sean1030!!! You are an example to holier than thou drug dealing mutts everywhere! That being said, the story never said there were three shooters, so where were you on that day? LOL just kidding! Who cares? Gimme some DAP homie....Anyways the posts go on and on about how hard it is in "these streets." Well I stay on the Brooklyn streets every day and trust me it ain't that bad. Granted it's probably a harder place than most anywhere in these United States, but it's still America. I was partnered up with a Haitian the other day and he told me that these fake ass gangsters make him sick. He said he'd rather walk through the hardest hood in NYC with $10,000 dollars in his hand, wearing a new Armani suit, than to go back to his old neighborhood in Haiti with a ten dollar bill HIDDEN in his pocket and new sneakers on. He said that's poverty. That's hard times.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
TNA Wrestling news, for those unaware
The staff of Science Gone Mad would like to extend some heartfelt congratulations to Samoa Joe, who won his first World Heavyweight championship at TNA's Lockdown supercard last night.
Hail to the king, baby.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
A life-changing event
This took place this week.
I finally figured out what Michael Jackson is saying in the chorus of "Beat It." I had no idea that the words were "Beat it! Beat it! No one wants to be defeated.
I thought they were "Beat it! Beat it! No one wants to see me beat it." That line is true enough, but I'm glad to know that the song mow makes much more sense and seems less perverted. I still think his next album should be entitled "Pedophilia" and have a cover similar to Def Leppard's Pyromania.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Review: "King Kong" remake v2.0
or, 8 Reasons Why Peter Jackson's "Kong" Remake Sucked Curdled Milk From A Rotten Tit In The First Three Hours (Out Of Four)
1. Jack Black. Worse yet, Jack Black's "Carl Denham as mad genius" close-ups.
2. In the original "Kong" film, Fay Wray portrayed Ann Darrow as damsel in distress; portrayed by Naomi Watts, Ann Darrow becomes some random slutty monkey fucker.
3. The film decides to include as much CGI monkey-on-dinosaur gore violence, but fails to include the scene out of the original "Kong" where the giant ape sticks his finger in Ann's hoo-haa and sniffs it (which Naomi Watts' Ann Darrow might have LOVED that).
4. Never hire a group of people who would be capable of making some of the worst decisions you'd never think were possible. Friend covered in gigantic cockroaches? Grab a machine gun and shoot at him. Fleeing the gigantic gorilla with your girlfriend in tow? Climb down the vine that dangles precariously over the side of a cliff and ends hundreds feet up from nothing. Big monkey trying to rape you? Run towards him, not away from him. Giant snake in the river about to attack your boat? Shoot at it with your machine gun, but follow its path while still shooting, even when it goes under the makeshift raft that you're standing on. The film clearly ignores Darwin's basics, like, oh, survival of the fittest ... and none of those bitches are fit.
5. A huge bottle of chloroform thrown & shattered in the face of a giant monkey will not knock him unconscious. Chloroform has a very rapid rate of evaporation, and if it's not held in its liquid state (say, by pouring it in a rag), it dissipates incredibly fast.
6. Kong's fight against three Tyrannosaurus Rexes (or, Tyrannosauri, if you prefer), as he holds Ann Darrow in his clutches, is high fucking comedy.
7. We're three hours into this film's four hour running time, and still in the fucking jungle. The original film is 104 minutes, and half of that is in the fucking jungle.
8. Adrian Brody did this film hopped up on ambien or that green butterfly shit or some other such narcotic sleep meds, 'cause he just looks so sleeeeeepeeeeee ....
Wow, the interesting part is, I only watched about 30 minutes of this four hour opus, and was able to cull out eight reasons why this movie is the screaming, runny shits. I bet at the end, Ann Darrow tries her best to rescue Kong, instead of what you and me and Fay Wray's Ann Darrow did or would do, and that's run like a motherfucker in the general direction of Canada until the coast is clear.
Science Gone Mad: Audio eXchange
Beta phase
"From Russia With Love" - Count Basie
Click. Hear. Review. Discuss. Reconvene next week for another installment.
I like the feedback that last week's installment received. Here, we have another instrumental track, the product of a random allocation of the choices I had at my disposal. Hopefully, the proximity of this one with last week's can be overlooked, as this is Count motherfuckin' Basie, big band leader extraordinaire. He and his boys take this classic James Bond intro theme, put a little bit of sauce on it, and serve it up swingin' hot. Based on the strength of its association with this track alone, the original version, performed by Matt Munro, skyrockets higher on my list of favorite Bond tracks.
The number one Bond theme on my list? Well, maybe down the road, it'll rear its head on the SG-M:AX.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
I'm voting Palumbo!
I have had my copy of "District Selectman" for about 2 weeks now, and I'm going to be writing up my thoughts on it in the coming days. One, I want to discuss what my thoughts are on the album. Two, I want to give some idea of what some folks can expect if they want to get a copy of it for themselves (and yes, we do have some other visitors to this joint, and the occasional repeat customer to boot). Three, I want my opinion to seem important, and making people read through my random utterances helps me reach that goal.
So yeah. Sometime next week ... and by next week, I mean sometime this week.
Charlton Heston dead @ 84
And I'm reminded of his brief, yet blissfully distant appearance in "Bowling For Columbine." Since he apparently just died, look for some references in the news to the NRA or uses of the quote "Damn dirty apes!" to abound in the coming days.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Science Gone Mad: Audio eXchange
Alpha phase
The Ghastly Ones - "Los Campiones del Justicio"
Click. Hear. Review. Discuss. Reconvene next week for another installment.
I want to try and get this new little project off the ground, and have a rotating weekly feature that we can all contribute to. Mike's post about REM confirmed this as a direction I want to experiment with. I have 5 phases that I want to implement before making this a standard feature. So do enjoy this, let me know what you guys think, and hopefully we'll get to do more of it.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Finally
R.E.M.'s new album hit today.
R.E.M. was one of my favorite bands in the later part of high school and through college. When I was the editor of the yearbook at EmbarassingTSU I largely put the book together listening to R.E.M.'s Monster, R.E.M.'s New Adventures in Hi-Fi, Alanis's Jagged Little Pill, and Soundgarden's Down on the Upside. Those four discs in heavy rotation and I could put in a ten-hour work session with sporadic pinball and MKII breaks and be ready for more.
Anyway, R.E.M. has sucked for the last decade once their drummer decided to go retire and live out Thomas Jefferson's charge to be a small, independent farmer. He was evidently very instrumental to the band making good music, because such a product was few and far between on the 3 or 4 discs they released after Hi-Fi.
Their new album, Accelerate, came out today and I am pleased to say that they are finally back. They may not be up to their former glory reached on I.R.S. records and their first couple of releases on Warner Bros., but they are mighty, mighty close. Peter Buck is playing the sort of stuff he did on Automatic for the People, and the Stipe/Mills harmony combo still clicks. Stipe still tries to be a bit too politically active, but this stuff is good.
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