Mixed (not the same as random) set
May 30, 2008
It’s Friday, here’s what’s in this week’s download:
From the spiritual to bluesy to a bit of funk and then yet another cover of Tezeta, which I’m coming to suspect translates from Amharic as Louie, Louie.
Click here, then scroll down and click FREE, wait on the timer and then download the entire 70MB set with just one more click.
The Verres Militares (War Pigs), btw, is from an entire album of Black Sabbath covers as performed by a medieval ensemble. It works, and I’m not surprised. Most gospel and heavy metal use the same tunes, just different arrangements.
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Oh, and courtesy of a heads-up email from Corey Anderson over at MinnPost, here’s some relevant excerpts from Al Franken’s Playboy article, “Words and concepts that people running for office can never, ever use.”
Just to make things easier for you, here’s the “list”:
- pornography
- erotica
- pornographer
- masturbating
- bestiality
- Titology
- ass
- breasts
- bodacious breasts
- Virtu-Screw
- erect nipples
- blow job
- sex
- cock
- shot my wad
- rubbing my crotch
- Sexbot
- threesome
- horny
- came several times
No f-bombs or c-words, but yes, it’s a fairly smutty piece and runs in a predictably juvenile vein. I was writing similar stuff when I was in high school, as, I’m sure, Al Franken was.
I’m not sure this is enough to knock off Franken by next weekend’s DFL convention. For that Ciresi will need one of the following:
- a similar article with a homosexual theme
- a similar article about dead girls, live boys and/or gerbils
- proof that Al Franken’s father used to solicit the hookers in the parking lot at Savoy Pizza
- nude pictures of Al (aka political goatse)
Imho, the real damage will come the day after the primary when the Coleman surrogates start running bleep-studded ads of Al’s potty mouth in high gear. That’s when we get fucked and Coleman starts picking up the independent voters.
Jazz
May 16, 2008
Jazz from artists not listed in the New Yorker’s Top 100.
Thirteen songs, almost two hours of music.
Linkless in St. Paul
May 2, 2008
OK, I can’t say I didn’t have this coming.
And thanks to some heart-felt posting today, I shudder to think how many n-words will be in tomorrow’s stats.
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Heavy rains here today, and there’s nothing like inclement weather and idiot drivers to bring out my inner eugenicist.
Only in America would the wholesale confiscation of drivers licenses from slow moving morons be considered a form of genocide, but yeah, taking away someone’s drivers license in this country is in fact a form of capital punishment.
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Today’s list:
- honey
- tapioca sheet
- prikki-nu peppers
- sticky rice
- Bounce
- laundry starch
- Haitian mangos
- 5w30 motor oil
Your list may vary.
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Oh. Yeah, right. Music.
It’s a unified file again so you only have to go through the download routine once (scroll to bottom, click Free, wait, download).
Randomly plucked from my Rock’n'Roll/Soul folder. Click here to download, and if you know of a free site that will let me upload folders instead of single files, email me and let me know.
A prelude to FRT
April 24, 2008
So I’m minding my own business sorting music and listening to some truly bizarre funk from Chucklehead. I’m digging around on my desk looking for something when I hear the song end and slowly realize there’s a bizarre sound emanating from my left side, navel high. It’s a sick sound, like a cross between a sleeping cat and a bellows with a hole in it.
I prod my stomach. It feels normal but the purring-wheezing is so profoundly ill sounding I’m starting to get alarmed. Then, as my breathing sped up, I realized it wasn’t my stomach — it was something under my desk! I jumped back and turned on some more lights . . . but couldn’t see anything.
I was as close to frantic as I’ve been since quitting crank back in the Carter administration. This was a noise that had even me thinking unholy, unholy! I started wondering if an animal had gotten trapped in the wall.
And
then
I thought
no
not that.
I looked at the screen. The song wasn’t over.
Fucking musicians.
OK, I listened to it again and now that the traffic’s died down it just sounds like a cat sleeping. Not that that isn’t a completely disgusting sound all on its own.
The return of the dread Random Ten
April 18, 2008
Midlife crisis, russki style. (great pix!)
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Waxy on the sequel to Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
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A random ten just pulled off my hard drive (click the song to download):
- Idjah Hadidjah: Arum Bandung
- Willis Proctor: Daniel
- Silver Leaf Quartet: The Very Same God
- Joseph Armstrong: Goodbye, Everybody
- Linton Kwesi Johnson: Insoreckshan Dub
- Rev. Gary Davis: Blues
- Yuka Honda: Some Things Should Be Kept Unsaid
- Regina Spektor: Love Affair
- Tiger Lilies: Soho-Boy
- Dexter Logan & Darrell Edwards: The Song of the Atom Bomb
A little different than the old system, but also better quality files (not the old 128kbps re-rips). This is a free service (just click FREE at the bottom of the comparison chart) altho you can avoid the delay by getting a fairly cheap membership (those prices are in Euros, btw). And yes, this is a legit Random Ten, altho I’ve taken to controlling the folders involved to avoid the ludicrousness of going from Steve Reich to the Dead Kennedys as used to be the case when the randomizer was pulling from my entire music library (32,000 songs and counting).
These sets will stay uploaded so long as someone downloads them every 30 days or so. This one? Rootsy with a jazz hipster shift on the end side laid to rest with a folk gospel anchor.
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Sneezing and wheezing these past couple days, my usual pre-pollen reaction to the snow melt off that frees up all the winter mold spores. The sun may return to the land of upper Mississippiopia today with temps currently in the 40°s with a high of 58°.
