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I don’t even want to hear about their Muslim accountants.
Weird Al Yankovic’s eleven-minute epic gets dramatized by Walter White and the other fine residents of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I’ve been going through them for months now. Recognize any of these emotions in yourself?
Nope nope nope this is NOT going to be like when Alive 2007 owned the end of my 2007 and all of my 2008 and parts of my 2009. I’ll just watch this YouTube clip of the combined SNL promos one. more. time. [Repeat dozens of times]
Woooooooah-kay, that Soundcloud file is NOT the actual full version of “Get Lucky”. I’m going to savage this latest faker in an Internet comment section. That busywork makes the waiting easier, right? [Repeat dozens of times]
Hey y’all, it’s me, Troy Crossley. You may know me as the talented young rapper using his music to get the word out about the innocence of accused Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar (Jahar) Tsarnaev.
But I’m not just an aspiring musician and entrepreneur (I am those things, though) – I’m also a champion of social justice, as well as an extremely gifted rapper, but also the social justice thing, too.
“Before He Cheats”
(A statement from Oklahoma 9th Judicial Circuit Court, the Hon. Lindsay R. Stapleton presiding)
Right now, you’re probably wishing that you could shoot a little whiskey. Right now, you’re probably thinking your ditty was much too risky. Right now, you’re probably hoping that the Court rules for you or that he won’t show.
Oh, yes. I know.
But Miss Underwood, the fact remains that when you “dug your key” into the side of “his pretty little souped-up 4-wheel drive,” you engaged in an act of vandalism as the pickup truck is obviously valued at more than the $400 required for this felony charge. Guilt is clear in this case. We turn now to a punishment that fits the crime.
The 90s Guy is a column by a man living in the 1990s.
Holy shit! I turned around for like five minutes and Cher has become some kind of cybernetic angel-being from the future.
Like, I know she hasn’t really done much lately (other than that weird duet with Beavis and Butthead) but I didn’t know she was taking a break so she could undergo an experimental procedure to bring her that much closer to a state of pure electronic omniscience.
I mean, you’ve heard that Believe song, right?
Reprinted with permission from Aaron Nevins on Tumblr.
As a culture, we’ve all been inundated with buzz about The Beatles. They’re probably one of the most hyped bands since The Head and the Heart, and more power to ‘em. Clearly the dude handling their web presence is doing a bang-up job. I like to consider myself immune to these taste-making music blogs, but I finally gave in and gave the so-called “best fuckin band ever” (— Shitcakes2433, YouTube.com) a listen, and I was appalled at what I heard.
The Beatles are a band that shamelessly rips off everyone from Arcade Fire to Animal Collective to Sufjan Stevens to Vampire Weekend, and anyone in between who received higher than a 7.4 rating on Pitchfork. And believe me, the result is less than the sum of its parts.
My first exposure to Wheatus was in 2007, on the old community-run website flashflashrevolution, a Dance Dance Revolution ripoff that involved tapping the keyboard instead of dancing on a pad.
When the site was still being run as a for-profit venture, it partnered with bands and gave them little widgets to put on their MySpace pages so people could play DDR files (or “stepfiles”) for said band’s song. We had some slightly big names — 5 Finger Death Punch, Disturbed, Reel Big Fish. I would play these widgets for quick fun. One day, I came across a widget for a band that seemed familiar. It was Wheatus.