A few years ago I made this. I think it was an attmpt to procrastinate instead of revising for my final exams at Uni. It’s my own litteral interpretation of the lyrics to Dead Prez’s Hip Hop.
cassetteboy, who’s done commissioned work for Harry Hill’s TV Burp, amongst other things, has said of this very video:
your Dead Prez video is great, I love stuff like that, it takes a couple of watches to get all the bits
Which is a ringing endorsement if ever there was one!
While staying at my Dad’s for Christmas I spend many a happy hour browsing through his records for hidden classics. I’m always amazed at how I can find new (to me) records every time I go round, despite him having only about 200 pieces.
Anyway, I came across an early ‘Best Of’ of a female singer who I’d never heard of. After a little Googling it turns out she had one monster hit in ’78 but never really managed to follow it up, despite a career that continues to this day. Anyway, there was this one acapella track on her Best Of which reminded me of Florence and the Machine and would make a great remix or re-edit in the right hands. I’d probably murder it.
I’m not going to post the song because I reckon this has real legs and don’t want to throw it to the wolves. This needs the right treatment. If anyone fancies having a go then get in touch!
Merry bloody Christmas.
If you have the good fortune to live in the UK, you may have noticed that last night’s primetime Christmas Day programme was a special edition of Michael McIntyre’s Comedy Roadshow. Whether you like or dislike him is a discussion for another day, but he did manage to raise my hackles by pretending to not know the words to one of the greatest Christmas songs of all time – The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl’s Fairytale of New York
My feelings towards this song have cooled inrecent years. I swear that ten years ago it wasn’t as well known and it seemed like a kind of exclusive miserablist anthem but maybe I’m being overly nostalgic.
Anyway the premise of this “gag” is that nobody knows the words to this song and so let’s all sing along even though we don’t know the words lol!1!!1!1
Except he clearly does. From about 3.50 in. Enjoy eating jar after jar of delicious chutney to this!
I’m currently chez my dad for the Christmas holidays and because we share similar tastes in a lot of music, he often records gigs of Sky channels for me, seeing as I don’t have Sky. One such gig was Frank Zappa live in New York from 1984. The whole film (Entlitled Does Humour Belong in Music? is fantastic, mixing as it does concert footage and short interview snippets with the outspoken one himself. The band are incredible performers, combining absolute mastery of their instruments and an ability to act and goof around on stage like children.
This clip of He’s So Gay demonstrates perfectly what I mean. Bobby Martin on keys and bassist Scott Thunes are really yukking it up.
There’s just nobody like Zappa – sigh.
As we career headlong into the joy of another family Christmas, this seems like as good a time as any to share the Christmas mix I made last year.
Bruce Haack – I like Christmas
The Dogg Pound – I wish
The Showboys – That’s what I want for Christmas
James Brown – Go power at Christmas time
Run-D.M.C – Christmas in Hollis
Hard Call Christmas – My Christmas bells
King Sun-D Moet – Christmas in the city
Spyder-D – Ghetto Santa
Busy Boys – Funky fresh Christmas
Dana Dane – Dana Dane is coming to town
Trecherous 3 – Santa’s rap
Disco 4 – He’s Santa Claus
Super Jay – Santa’s party rap
Kurtis Blow – Christmas Rapping
Wu-Tang Clan vs. DJ Wax On – C.R.E.A.M.Y Christmas
The Waitresses – Christmas Wrapping
and an ASDA advert!
Merry Christmas and don’t eat too many Roses. The chocolates. Eat as many of the flowers as you like – it’s probably one of your five-a-day.
I love the deep, fart-like sound of a saxophone on a Christmas single. Not as in a sax solo, just like accompanying the main tune. Like on this:
Kind of a fart mixed with a big fat bumblebee in a tupperware box.
I get accused of living in the eighties man! If that was true I’d still be wearing short trousers and eating Postman Pat pasta shapes with Ghostbusters cutlery. Hang on a minute…
But those days are behind me man. I have done my research and this song was made as recently as 2009. Remember 2009? Gordon Brown was still PM and nobody had heard of Jedward (until the autumn of that year). Stone’s Throw just don’t put out bad music do they?
So the synths are a little cheezy and the samples are decades old. That video just makes me wanna take a dip in the pool.