Ebae sold me his fixed gear cog so I think tomorrow AM - unless there's some snow on the ground warranting a PDP ride at Patapsco - I'm off to Rosaryville to explore a whole new fixed gear way of breaking my ass. Looking forward to it. Because I'm a dumbass, when you get right down to it.
Now I'm going NSFW with the music choices today. Last chance to turn away kids. And if you're under 18 get out of here, aight? Otherwise I'm telling your parents.
So... Changing subject... it's not often I show ads, but this one is pretty awesome. A couple things about it: 1) Russian tycoon uncouth. I'd swear this is the guy that Putin/Medvedev had sentenced to 50 million years this week; 2) dogs playing poker; 3) Opulence? I has eet. 4) Miniature giraffes! Miniature f***ing giraffes!!!!
Classy. Like Frank Sinatra.
Frank was a great singer but in truth probably wasn't classy, except in the sense that the Hells Angels use the term "class." Or as has been said, "the kind of person who uses the term 'classy,' as a rule, is not." Dude was a heavy drinker, womanizer, sort of uncouth, and hung out with guys who, at best, were basically animals. But he had a glam image so that's why we love him, right? Cake is classy though. For sure. Wife of Rouleur had never really heard of Cake until recently when I had a bunch queued up on Pandora. "Oh, they're interesting," she says. That's a good way to put it. I like interesting music.
Some music is interesting to the point where it doesn't really make sense. For instance, the Butthole Surfers were sort of a metal / thrash band when I was coming up. You might catch them at a show with some post-punk band or another. I can't recall exactly but think they may have played with Black Flag at one point.
Then I hear this song:
Great song, but in the context of the Butthole Surfers doing it, well, interesting.
Of course that's nothing compared to this.
Holy cripes, is nothing sacred to these xtranorml people?
Oh well. As long as I'm sitting here drinking a Dale's and listening to defiled music, might as well go with some Richard Cheese. Whoever put this video mashup together is pretty awesome - it mashes up RC doing Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" with some random Bollywood flick.
Wow, that's horrific. In a terribly wonderful kind of way... And if that doesn't creep you out, then creepy-syrupy-crooner guy Josh Groban called one of his best selling hit albums... you guessed it! Closer! Ick!
Some mashups we remember because they are sorta epic and unexpected and they work because the stuff that is mashed up is complimentary. There's no irony, no cognitive dissonance.
That was the first of the great rock/rap mashups. It worked because of the musical commonalities, but also because a principle that Sepp articulated holds true: good musicians play good music. This video was also socially significant; it broke down a major wall between "black music" and "white music." It wasn't musicians from one genre co-opting the other's work; it was a collaboration. You watch this, and you realize that it makes the Beastie Boys, Kid Rock, Eminem, In Living Colour, and a bunch of other genre-bender, post-racial acts possible. Great stuff.
Then you have Hayseed Dixie... This mashup works not because the two mashed up forms mesh, but precisely because of the sheer distance of the mashup from the original work.
Damned if I don't just love that. But it's mind bending in how it plays off our expectations.
While we're at it, we've got Rouleur Reader Fave Ace of Spades.
Great song. Set to a scene from Bullit. Funkin' A, you can't top that, right?
So that probably just totally unraveled Motorhead's version on you. Wow.
How do I top that and end this post? With Hayseed Dixie destroying Greenday of course.
Don't say you weren't warned.