beatz and bleepz

a beat a day keepz the swine flu away...or so i'm told. here are some quality trax to get your weekend going right.

skittish (airwolf remix)-patrobot

runaway (calling in sick remix)-grum

miscommunication (the bloody beetroots remix)-timbaland

shove it (grandtheft's disco remix)-santogold

take a ride-yuksek

turbo love-bag raiders

we're back (vitalic remix)-heartbreak

golden cage (fred falke remix)-the whitest boy alive

boom slang (rayflash remix edit)-stereoheroes

aaand let's not forget a slow-ish jam for that end-of-the-night stage, where you're either dealing with an awkward hook-up or eating massive amounts of greasy food. either way, you're going to wake up going, "wtf?"...and yes, you will say the letters w, t and f outloud.

first love (pristine blusters edit)-uffie

lohan being cool about fiiiiiire safetehhh

check out lindsay lohan doing a psa back in the day! i wonder what seymour smoke would say if he saw how many cigs she smoked on a daily basis. surprisingly, the sound he makes when there's smoke is less annoying than the sound he makes when he's talking...perhaps this taught linds that where there's smoke, there's no gilbert gottfried. and i'd also just like to say that if your child tells you that a smoke detector named seymour smoke told them about the wonders of fire safety, you've probably got a carbon monoxide leak, not a fire.

songz 4 the middle

ah, here we are again. another wednesday and i'm in a slump. drowning in homework and forgot to bring a snorkel. so here's some robotheque jamz to pump us up to get it done, get it in, and get back to partying.

walking on a dream (treasure fingers remix)-empire of the sun
raised by wolves (the cansecos b-town remix)-the cansecos
white lies-my dear disco
just dance (anthony ross and mezzir remix)-lady gaga
steroids (ricky y rulo remix)-uffie
walking on a dream (van she tech remix)-empire of the sun

we be from the planet funkotron

ahhh the wonders of sega genesis. i almost broke down and bought a console when i was in argentina as there are many floating around the ferias, but toejam and earl was the deal breaker for me. yes, i may have found sonic the hedgehog and aladdin, but after a painstaking and unsuccessful search for the original tj&e i just couldn't bring myself to do it. what an amazing game...so pointless, so fun. the elevator jamz were the best, and who could forget the seizure-inducing neon backgrounds? in case you've opted (for whatever unacceptable reason) to not watch the video above, i will give you a play-by-play of the dialogue between three-legged blinged out toejam and borderline morbidly obese earl, who appear to be based on a loose representation of george and lennie from of mice and men:

tj: greetings. my name is toejam, and this here is my bro big rappin' earl. (here we see the stereotypical alien use of 'greetings' as a convo starter)
earl: yo, wha'sup. (nice one earl)
tj: earl and myself are highly funky aliens from outer space. (really? why would you refer to yourselves as aliens? even if i had crash-landed on a planet, i would never consider myself an alien.)
earl: outerspace. (such a simple man, earl.)
tj: more specifically, we are from the planet funkotron. (best planet name EVER. if for some reason i one day rule the world, i will officially change earth's name to this.)
earl: funkotron! (whoa whoa whoa there big fella, don't get too excited!)
tj: thank you, earl. (toejam's sassy side) check this out (i think i will)--this is our highly funkly, ultra cool, righteous rapmaster rocketship (nice use of aliteration.) notice the megawatt speakers (oh i have...ultimate jamming capabilities.) with which earl and i have been known to crank out some extremely funky tunes. (i believe it.) crank it earl! (earl proceeds to crank it.) recently we ran into a small problem.
earl: problem. (i don't know if earl is confirming what tj has just stated, or whether he is baffled by the meaning of the word.)
tj: we were cruisin' in our rocket, thumpin' out to a funky beat, (naturally) when big earl said he'd like a shot in the driver's seat...(fatal mistake, toejam, fatal mistake.) you should never let earl drive. (duh.) yo, so here we are, chillin' out on the most insane planet (which looks like earth, by the way) in the galaxy, planet earth! (this is most definitely not planet earth.) thanks to earl...all we have to do now, is find the 10 pieces of our rocketship, and we can jet outta here. no problem. (um, yes, big problem. you are stoner aliens looking for your ship scattered around a foreign planet. it's like a more extreme version of 'dude, where's my car?'. and why you wanna be jettin' outta here if it's the most insane planet in the galaxizzle?)
earl: no problem. (this just confirms that you have a very very big problem on your hands. lucky for you i am here to help you.)

i repeat, best game ever. here's a track inspired by sega called megadrive by me gusta.

mas babysitters club por favor

ah, my dreamz have come true now that some kind soul has uploaded a plethora of the babysitters club videos to youtube. i'll put one up here...ps, listen closely to the intro...it confirms everything i previously suspected about the character hierarchy. claudia is everyone's favorite, followed closely by stacey, followed by pretty much everyone else we don't care about. dawn gets a shout-out for having blonde hair, congrats on that one. mal gets snubbed hardcore, loves it. and check out zach braff from back in the day in this episode. ugh freaking dawn. such a tree hugging granola crunching californian. i will not save the trees, dawn. i will not. i will enjoy your poor acting skillz, though.

those dancing days

those dancing days are sososo upbeat and fun, you have to check them out. they're a group of five girls from stockholm and they're super. indie pop with a little bit of northern soul. you should check out their cover of britney's toxic...it's pretty great.

actionman

space hero suits

dischoe

i know where you live
toxic (cover)

marina and the diamonds

just discovered marina and the diamonds and think she's fabfabfab. i've been racking my brain trying to pin down who exactly she sounds like, and i suppose you could compare her to kate nash, but then i don't really like comparing artists to one another. very interesting piano-driven alt-pop, though. check her out below, or at her myspace which i've given you the link to above. really digging obsessions, btw.

obsessions

the shampain sleeper

i am not a robot

sunshine in band form

lovelovelove this band dreamdate, which i've just discovered in my quest to put off my work just a bit longer. perhaps you'd like to discover them also! the self-described minimalist pop/rock duo does short and sweet and catchy little tunes, a few of which i will post here. check out their myspace which i posted above. ah, the power of myspace. i'm still a believer.

8 sleeves

go fish

have i told you

how low are you?

rock and roll

more songs? no way!

yes, yes way. you can tell by the influx in my blog posts that i am avoiding writing a paper. so i'll share with you some songs that are getting me through the start of this long long long all-nighter...literally, fellows is an exact replica of hell right now. it's about 8000 degrees in here, and i even think i saw el diablo himself a minute ago checking his facebook and crushing a red bull. sugar-free, of course. even the prince of darkness needs to watch his figure i guess. well, here you go...ps none of these necessarily have anything to do with one another. it's very much like the ever-popular jeopardy cop-out category 'potpourri'...pps, did anyone else grow up believing alex trebek was the smartest man alive? it wasn't a far-fetched belief for a seven year old me (who always was convinced she would have know that the famous artist was monet or that the year was 570 b.c. had she been given approximately 5 more seconds to work out the logistics of the question), especially considering canada is a magical and mysterious country whose inhabitants have supernatural hockey playing and trivia answering abilities as a direct result of a strict diet of maple syrup and the use of the word 'eh' (a secret form of abracadabra perhaps? are they holding out on us?). oh if only someone like the trebekster existed for realsies. i thought sylvia browne had a shot at filling that position for a while, but then this happened. sorry montel, such a let down. wow that was a huge tangent, which i would love to continue but really i have to write this paper...here you go, enjoy, and you can pick and choose wisely since i'm including the genre as well:

uptown top ranking-althea & donna (plain and simple roots goodness)
genius and thieves-eluvium (a pretty little ditty with no words, just a piano)
zhivago-ludovico einaudi (again, all piano...love this guy...this is from the masterpiece theater version of doctor zhivago. yes i watch masterpiece theater, and always cry at some point or another. tess of the d'urbervilles? don't even get me started.)
galaxies-laura veirs (indie/pop, quite catchy)
bahamas-the low frequency in stereo (super mellow post-rock experimental. check out hazelwood as well if you can find it...it'll blow your mind and america will resent you for listening to it since you'll inevitably think less of her when you've finished)
here today, gone tomorrow-ulrich schnauss (trippy mellow electronic shoegaze, really great if you're reading alice in wonderland when she's falling down down down the rabbit hole. really though. i know from experience.)
black balloon-the kills (love love love this song, which is a nice play on garage rock revival...love the way "i swear our jet is crashing in my mind" is sung, it's an unexpected little turn. at least i think so. very pretty.)

old greg comes to life!

erin, you blinded us with the mystery that is your flashlight mangina...

everlasting friendship between phil the mangina and erin, aka old greg

mk as a mermaid, erin as old greg and alex as howard moon slash illegal migrant worker...

this has been the longest week of my life, partially due to erin and phil's friendship extravaganza. the theme for the grand finale was an old greg party (a denison favorite) which was a big success. erin pulled off the look quite nicely if i do say so myself. perhaps she should consider it for her next job interview. it would be a big hit in the fishing industry; i'm sure they're hurting for the lack of scaley man-fishes. she found herself asking many questions like, "do you love me?", "whatcha doin' in mah waters" and "have you ever drunk bailey's from a shoe?" her ensemble is fashion-forward, consisting of a white jacket, pink tutu, white gogo boots, and green face, fruit punch lips, and seaweed hair. and let's not forget the mangina, which was constructed by pinning a flashlight in-between her legs. (marc jacobs, do i sense a daring new line for fall 2009?) i dressed for the theme as black lake, the home of greg's place, and included the ss howard moon, our dear friend old greg (yes i do know what you got), and a bottle of baileys, all floating in the black abyss of my favorite black t-shirt dress (another complot purchase). the night wound down at the bar where brian, bartender extraordinaire, gifted me the worst drink ever created (on the house, of course). deemed very appropriately a "fuzzy brain" (yes, it looked like a brain floating in a glass), it consisted of bailey's and whiskey. one sip made me want to vomitar (spanish for vom, a great word if i do say so myself). let's hope it doesn't become a staple on the menu, yeah? i think alex, mk and i may have ended up in greg's place by the end of the night, or a close representation of it anyway. i'm glad this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i don't think i could handle two. perhaps one day i will devote a collection of watercolors to the event. but at present i simply have no time for such creative endeavors (as howard moon says, i'm a (wo)man about town). so anyways, congrats to erin and phil on some heartfelt (or not so much) words exchanged and the solidifying of a life-long friendship through humiliation and awkward situations.