Sorta Hot, Kinda Stoner-y Looking High School Boy: Hey, so how was the trip? Did you see anything exciting? Did you see anybody’s dick?
Slightly Less Hot, But Equally Stoner-y Looking High School Boy: No, but I did see Gary Busey.
The video for Disturbia’s finally been released! I won’t post it here because I’m sure it’ll be taken down in five minutes (this may work, maybe), but hoo boy is it a good one. It’s all spooky and creepy in a really flashy way with a headdress and spiders, and it doesn’t involve lots of product placement or the transformation of the set into a club scene halfway through. Woooo!
I think I was a little bit negative when I only called this my #18 song of the year so far… Especially since it’s seriously the only song I’ve heard coming out of anybody’s car in the last couple of weeks and I’ve been playing it myself ten times a day and I’m not sick of it yet.
Somebody just walked by my desk and told me that Estelle Getty died. Hmmm… Apparently she’d been sick for years, which I didn’t know. And apparently it only happened a few hours ago. Oh well.
As much as I used to like hanging out with my grandparents for the 227/Amen/Golden Girls/Empty Nest Saturday nights, something about watching her on The Golden Girls creeps me out today. Mostly the relationship between Sophia, her character, and her daughter Dorothy. Dorothy’s always threatening to send her mother into a home, and Sophia’s always judging her daughter for having a lame sex life. Ha! Ha! Umm… I mean, it’s something that bugs me about a lot of sitcoms, especially the ones about families, where too many of the jokes come from people being mean to one another. (Which is why I think Family Guy and Everybody Loves Raymond are two of the most disturbingly creepy things ever produced, although I’ve actually been wondering lately whether it has anything to do with my own upbringing as an Italian-American in Rhode Island. Not really. Well, kinda really.)
That said, I still really like The Golden Girls when I’m in the mood, particularly the completely ridiculous episodes like the one where they get trapped in a boat that’s about five feet away from the Caribbean resort they’re staying at, or the one where Blanche’s lesbian friend gets a thing for Rose. I like it when Sophia and Dorothy dress up as Sonny and Cher and I like it when they all go on a game show.
Anyway, I guess that’s all I have to say about Estelle Getty right now. I’m heading out in a few minutes to see Wayne Koestenbaum, who might be even gayer than blog posts about The Golden Girls.
I’m not quite sure why this would be coming out on the second day of fall, but I’m pretty excited that there’s finally going to be a third album by the ever-delightful All Girl Summer Fun Band. The record, entitled Looking Into It, will be out September 23rd on the band’s own label, which is something that apparently exists.
I’m not a big fan of the the Thermals, the main project of drummer Kathy Foster, or the Softies, guitarist Jen Sbragia’s full-time band*, or that kind of cutesy longing Pacific Northwest indie in general, really. But AGSFB’s first two albums (especially the second one) have provided me with endless enjoyment over the past bunch of years and I’m really excited another one’s coming.
(*Actually I don’t dislike the music of the Softies; I just oppose them on principle, because they wrote a song about how boring Rhode Island was and then named a whole album after that song. To which I say, stay on the west coast, hippies!)
Filed under: mixtape, music | Tags: abba, abba covers, mamma mia!, mixtapes, pulp, Stephin Merritt
I can’t think of a current movie that makes me want to have sex less than Mamma Mia! does. Nevertheless, I’ll take any excuse I can to write about how much I love ABBA (a lot!)
Oddly, while the group’s songs are for the most part perfectly crafted, there aren’t that many great covers of ABBA songs, and the most popular ones (the ones in Mamma Mia!, the A-Teens and Erasure’s ABBA phase) are all pretty boring, I think.
Nevertheless, here’s slightly less than an hour’s worth of ABBA covers, ABBA interpolations, and songs that I think sound like ABBA. There’s equal parts cheese and shoegazing, which I think is interesting. (More than one of the fuzzier songs come from ABBAsalutely, the Flying Nun tribute from 1995.) The only really glaring omissions, I think, are Evan Dando’s Knowing Me Knowing You (which I like a lot, but only have taped off the radio about ten years ago) and Elvis Costello and Anne Sofie Von Otter’s Like An Angel Passing Through My Room, which I also don’t have and which would have probably sounded terribly out of place, anyway.
1. Camera Obscura, Super Trouper
2. Bike, My Love My Life
3. Lush, Hey Hey Helen
4. The Leather Nun, Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)
5. Loves Ugly Children, Honey Honey
6. Pulp, We Can Dance Again
7. Salma & Sabina, Mitha Maze Dar
8. Army Of Lovers, Hasta Manana
9. The 6ths (featuring Anna Domino), Here In My Heart
10. Information Society, Lay All Your Love On Me
11. JAMs, The Queen and I
12. Martha Wainwright, The Name of the Game
13. The Headless Chickens, Super Trouper
14. Boney M, Felicidad
15. Tall Dwarfs, On and On and On
Filed under: music
Mysteriously, the header for this blog disappeared the other day, so I put up this new one, taken at a karaoke bar in Portland last April. I don’t know this lady, and I’m not implying that she’s a hooker. I will say she wasn’t so hot with the No Doubt songs, though.
Okay, not really, but it’s nice to think about. The video for Clinic’s song Tomorrow (off their totally undervalued Do It! album) is kind of like one of those hip-hop videos where everything’s going along just fine until the second chorus and then all of a sudden it’s suddenly a clun with lots of dancing and blue lights and comical product placement. Except that it’s not set in a club, there’s no blue lights, nobody’s drinking Campari, and everything looks really disturbing in a Czech sort of way. But wait for the dancing!
Today: Sarah Nixey, young john mccain, promotion mixtapes, joachim witt goldene reiter, gram parsons download, french porn limo scene gun.
Yesterday: Italian hookers
Filed under: hot, Italians, music, starfucking | Tags: Italians, marracash, rappers, starfucking
Despite my ancestry and tendency to constantly refer to myself as an Italian-American, I can’t say I speak more than six or seven words of my (great-grand)mother tongue. Also, I’m pretty sure Milanese rapper Marracash doesn’t ever use any of the words and phrases I do know, like la bella figura, which is the title of a new book I keep meaning to read, and zampognari, which has something to do with the nativity.
So not only do I not know what he’s rapping about, but I also can’t find much about him online that’s in a language I understand. In fact, I even had to resort to a translation of his Wikipedia page, which resulted in lots of ridiculousness. But I did discern a couple of key facts:
1. His self-titled debut solo album came out in Italy on June 13.
2. He is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
And, really, that’s all you need to know. But for a little more background, he’s a part of Milan’s Dogo Gang (which also features the foxy DonJoe) and his debut single’s called Badabum Cha Cha. It sounds pretty fun to me, and you know how partial I am to airhorns, but I have no idea whether or not the repeated song title is actually clever, or if it’s the Italian equivalent of a dumb rapper yelling “Yaaaaaaaaaa!” over and over. However, I’d much rather Badabum Cha Cha with Marracash than superman a dumb Youtube celebrity like Soulja Boy.
Foxy pictures after the jump. I’m particularly fond of his nose and eyebrows, for what it’s worth:
So, I only just came across Sneakernight, the Vanessa Hudgens single that was released about a month ago:
Holy Jesusing Crap. That might be the most ridiculous song of the year. And I didn’t think anything could out-foolish that Deepside song from a few months ago…
