Back to Basics

Lots to talk about in the coming days, hopefully, but in the meantime, a couple of cover songs:





I felt it most prudent to ease back into this blogging thing. Besides, it's what we do best here.

One Regret

The only thing for which I'd truly kick myself over skipping Coachella:



Otherwise, Monday begins the most masochistically fun part of the festival for me: bootlegs!!!

WEAK.

The four fellas running torrent site The Pirate Bay have been convicted of breaking copyright law and are gonna be in jail for one year.

Read the fucking ridiculous details here.

Live Jigga

When Jay-Z performed at Glastonbury last year, one of my favorite segments was his little smooth operator threesome in which he performed "Excuse Me Miss," "Song Cry," and "Girls, Girls, Girls." It would've been a foursome if it weren't for his horrible freestyle over Estelle's "American Boy," but whatever. Combine that with the soundboard quality of the recording I've got, and the fact that sharing is caring, and here you go:

Excuse Me Miss (Glastonbury live)

Song Cry (Glastonbury live)

Girls, Girls, Girls (Glastonbury live)

Youtube Mashup

(via boingboing)

Siiiiick mashup artist, Kutiman, takes his samples from youtube clips. Be sure to check out the other vids in his "Through You" series.

i hate everyone...

fuck... is anyone out there losing complete interest in life? i mean FUCK. what the shit? I FEEL LIKE I"M TAKING CRAZY PILLS.

RE: The Fat Man with the Bone

A couple of months ago, I stumbled onto a British show called Never Mind the Buzzcocks, which is a hilarious panel game much like Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me!, except it's televised and focuses on pop music rather than politics. A great majority of the show's charm comes from its very particular dynamic, which consists of pairing wittily sardonic comedians with flavor-of-the-week indie artists.

I was very lucky in that I was able to catch all the Simon Amstell-era episodes before the BBC started removing episodes here and there. I highly recommend the series, and if you enjoy the same stupid-in-a-smart-way (or smart-in-a-stupid-way; I'm still trying to figure which one is right) kind of humor I do, expect to blow an entire weekend on the series. Here's a little taste, courtesy of the candyman:


Guests: Nicholas Hoult, Midge Ure (from Ultravox), Romeo Stodart (from The Magic Numbers) & Russell Howard. Context for some of the jokes: In the episode prior, one of the guests, Samuel Preston of The Ordinary Boys, walked off in the middle of the show because Amstell kept clowning on his wife's autobiography.


Bonus: Best "guess who" round ever.

Again, the BBC is removing episodes on YouTube periodically, so if you enjoy these, watch them as soon as you can.

Valentine Fallout

Rather than try to remember everything I tried to convey from the Valentine post that was subsequently murdered and covered up by the popo, I'll just relink the three songs that inspired what I mistakenly thought reflected Valentine's Day, you know, the spirit of giving. Here they are:

Oliver Future - Stranger Than a Stranger (KCRW live)

Friendly Fires - Paris (KCRW live)

The Magic Numbers - This is a Song (KCRW live)

Fat Kids During the Recession

I realize that we all feel the effects of this spiraling economy, so here are a few ways to pinch pennies, Fat Kids style:

- FREE: New Phoenix single "1901" from their upcoming Wolfgang Amadeus album is available on their website: http://wearephoenix.com/. I don't know what I feel about it yet, as I haven't had enough time to digest it. But I do hope that their album churns out some golden tunes like "If I Ever Feel Better."

- SAVE $100: Skip Coachella on Sunday! The only band worth seeing that day is Friendly Fires, and thankfully they have a show in LA on April 13th at the Troubadour. I'm in. Enoch's in. You? (ok so technically you still have to pay for tickets to the show, but I'm pretty damn sure it won't be 100 bucks)

Should be a good show.

No Words to Do It Justice

Post explaining how I came across this semi-retarded fat man singing into a bone and a multitude of other pop music lost gems very soon.