I feel like I’ve posted this before, but really, it’s so good it should be posted more than once. It’s actually impossible for me to have a bad day after watching this video.
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[Telephone Call]
Nigga this is the 15th muthafuckin time
That I called and left yo ass messages
I done text yo bitch ass,
And u ain’t respondin to nothin
What the fuck is you doing
Who the fuck is you out there with
You think I’m stupid,
My gurlz already done put me up on your ass tonight
When u get home I got some news for yo bitch ass
[Chorus]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
It’s 4 oclock and I’m sleepin
It’s late night and u creepin
You coulda told me, “I’m leaving”
Now I know your out there cheatin
Why you gotta do me like that
When I call u don’t call me back
I’m texting u, like nigga where u at
That’s fucked up, why u do me like that
I’m dead sleepin, u trickin
In the club with dirty foot bitches
My girl was there n she witness
She had a camera phone she took pictures
You was on the dance floor grindin
With a striper Ho named Diamond
You was flossin hard, u was shinnin
Everything she drank, u buying
Fuck nigga u need to stop lying
Before I get mad and pull out my Nine
U want a new bitch to fuck, then that’s fine
But don’t fuck hers, then try to fuck mine
U keep tellin me “u ain’t touch her”
But some keep tellin me u done fucked’er
And I ain’t that bitch, u want to play with
Nigga drop them boxers, lemme smell yo dick
[Chorus]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
Hey, hey
Smell my dick? Wait a minute hold up
See that’s how a bitch get’er eye swole’up
And I don’t give a damn wat your homegirl seen
When I was in the club, what the fuck u mean
They ain’t got no bisnuz, eyein’ me like dat
You ain’t got no bisnuz, tryin me like dat
I wan’t even feelin Diamond like dat
I was wildin’, but I wunt clownin like dat
That’s allright, that’s okay
Gon head believe wat your homegirl say
A nigga like me, drink alot of liquor
Meet alot bitches, take a lot of pictures
I might break bread, with one or two strippaz
But that don’t mean u gotta pull ma zippa
Thinking I dick down the whole town
Even though I got dick to go around (round… round)
[Chorus]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don’t play me like a fool, cause that ain’t cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
I know what you’re thinking, “R. Kelly and Broken Social Scene? Are you mad?” but it WORKS. Just try to ignore the fly-compound-eye-vajazzled glasses that R. Kelly is wearing. They consumed at least half of my mental space as I was watching this.
If you haven’t heard about this anecdote yet, I’m sure you will soon. Kurt Cobain will be the main draw for many people, but I loved the sweetness of the story, the emphasis really being on two people connecting as opposed to just another name-dropping story. I hope Mary Lou Lord goes on to write a book about the music scene in the 90′s.
I’m having a musical orgy, right here, right now. I realize that Das Racist – Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell was obsessed over by the whole world quite a while ago now, but I heard it for the first time today, so cut me some slack. I heard it playing on the local college radio station as I pulled into my parking stall, at which point I parked, ran into the house and googled the song while tearing off my jacket and twitching like a junkie.
I will not conceal the fact that I have been running around the house singing “I’m at the Pizza Hut (what?) I’m at the Taco Bell (huh?) I’m at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bellllllllll” like I have some sort of vocal tic. Yes, I do all the parts. Yes, I try to sound as “street” as I can, to impress the cats.
Also? Yacht is at the Pawn Shop on February 22nd. Christian Hansen and the Autistics are opening. I peed a little when I discovered this. My new-found employment will now allow me to afford this indulgence, and I am giddier than a 5 year-old running on 2lbs of solid chocolate bunny crack.
This album immediately conjures memories of a cassette tape that fell into my possession some years ago. It was a self-produced album belonging to a family friend. Production values were identical, except that he was Hungarian, unable to speak English, but singing entirely in English.
Both my mother and my step-father speak English as a second language, so far be it from me to hold that against someone. The problem was, his use of words was so bizarre, and his pronounciation so completely garbled, that I swear that one of the songs was about goats and clouds.
I was 13 at the time. My step-father introduced the tape to us, proud of this tape from his musician friend. He started the tape, and the warbling of the sound quality immediately didn’t bode well. When he began to sing, the notes came out flat and wobbly, and the words sounded like he was speaking through some automated translator. I started to laugh. Hesitantly at first, watching my parents to see if my reaction would be received without incident. I tried to stifle my laughter out of politeness, but this only amplified things. It soon became contagious, as it quickly became apparent to my parents that he was singing about livestock and meteorological phenomenon. It wasn’t long before tears were streaming down all of our faces, holding our sides in pain.
Varga takes me right back, Casio and lo-fi recording to boot. This makes me do a little dance of exquisite joy.
Before she was Lady Gaga, she was Stefani Germanotta. Most of her music doesn’t do much for me, and the cult of celebrity that swirls around her has gotten really old really fast. That said, however, this video made me realize that the woman behind Lady Gaga is actually a gifted musician, and clearly savvy enough to leverage all the elements required to rise to superstardom. I don’t care for the music she’s producing these days, but I appreciate a woman with that much drive and ambition. She seems quite aware of how to use the fame machine to her advantage, and I think she may yet see the kind of success that Madonna has had in her career. Neither her music nor her fashion choices particularly inspire me, but watching her manipulate the system is fun. I just hope she’s strong enough to endure the time when the fame machine wants to chew her up and spit her out.
It was so so very good, but I’m sure that’s a surprise to no one. Dietzche V. & the Abominable Snowman was also fantastic. Perhaps I might be able to wrestle some of my film shots of them and be able to post them for you. In the meantime, enjoy what’s in my Flickr album.
