What the song says is cool, but that doesn't make up for the shittiness of the music and the fact that the band is not, in all actuality, American. Hehe. "Flavor of the Week," such a good description for those assholes. Bye.
Well, I finished the CD. It is ready for listening. Any of you who will be seeing me shortly that want a copy, let me know. It's mostly hip-hop, old school stuff. Here's the track list:
If you can't appreciate the hip-hoppedyness of this CD, fuck you. And if you'd like to work with me on Phat 3, let me know. And it'd be great if you can help in reassembling which songs were on the Phat tape. Later, folks! ORT.
On its way, people. It's all about the gift of rap that has inspired me to continue the series on CD. Only those of us who rode around Connie-ing in the Box of Death will know what I'm talking about. Good day, people.
PHAT! Thanks to Ozomatli for inspiring me.
The Macgyver Theme Song
Listen proud. Don't cry.
I wasn't as interested in music as my friends were when I was younger.
The Offspring had a song called "Bad Habit", during which the lead singer yelled "something something shit motherfucker". I was completely shocked.
Public Enemy's 'It Takes a Nation of Millions" (the whole thing) reminds me of flying to England in 10th grade, and 'Uplift Mofo Party Plan' from the Red Hot Chili Peppers specifically reminds me of this park outside of the hotel where I was staying (I think it was called Hyde Park.)
The Macarena reminds me of the Susatron. She loved the song, and was talking about it about two months before it became a fad. The girl had this amazing ability to sniff out prospective shitty fads and become interested in them a few months before they became popular. She loved Tamagotchis, loved Sailor Moon, and was just getting tired of them as they became 'big'. Really odd.
Bloody had a rap mix tape with some classic shit on it (Mobb Deep, Outkast's 'Elevators' Lost Boys "Music Makes me High, I think Craig Mack) that sat in the Battlewagon for a good year and a half - when I hear any of the songs off of the tape, I'm reminded of the Battlewagon, of course.
Built to Spill 'Carry the Zero' makes me think of my girlfriend.
Weezer's 'El Scorcho' makes me think of SpoDudez0r running Star Wars.
Sublime's Caress me Down reminds me of playing Magic:TG online in high school with Apprentice, an online program, the Korn song that has the guy from the Deltones rapping reminds me of Magic:TG at Brandeis.
All of the Low End Theory (Tribe Called Quest) reminds me of applying to college.
Yeah.
Stn
I'm here at work waiting for some shit to compile, so I figure I'll add to the musical memory conversation. I still havent finished my memory lane stuff, I will later.
I have a bad memory, so it's nice that music will bring memories to mind. Smells do the same.
Some songs I wish weren't associated with anything. Here are some of the more memorable songs I can think of right now:
'I will always love you' from Whitney Houston. This was not something I was playing, it just happened to be playing at the time of my first kiss.
Sting's song 'Desert Storm' brings up more recent memories.
Halley's Comet from Phish makes me think of the glow sticks at Phish concerts.
Sugar Magnolia from the Dead makes me remember Ft Lauderdale with the swim team.
Ass Pony's Little Bastard makes me remember the Hyandai. Also Peaches from Presidents of the United States of America.
Ace of Base makes me think of going to school on the school bus.
Sha na na makes me remember standing in the living room spinning around.
Beach Boys.. primarily that one that goes like "Kilargo, montego, come on pretty momma" or whatever.. I'd have to hear that song to remember what it reminds me of.
There is a Queen album that makes me think of my Dad.
A lot of classical music makes me remember playing violin in high school.
Anything that remotely sounds like the music from JEM (the cartoon from teh 80s) makes me think of JEM.
The Into Another song that goes "Lying on my back, in the front yard of a suburban home" makes me think of freshman year in high school. Whenever I hear Nirvana's Ape song i think of Ms. Schwartz, the ugly english teacher.
Apollo Joy excites me for some reason.. nothing to do with Boogie Nights.
The put it in your mouth song makes me think of Tim.
There is a lot of pop music that makes me think of things.. they just happen to be playing at the time. Both good things and bad.
This is interesting. I didn't even realize that it was Monday when I woke up, but it is indeed Monday the 9th of April. It's supposed to be like seventy degrees today, I'm really looking forward to that. But yeah, because I'm such a lazy bum, I always forget how nice it is to get up at the asscrack of dawn every morning. I woke up at like 7:00, as the birds were starting to chirp and the mist was just clearing. It was peaceful. Maybe that's why Stün does it so much. =)
So here are my musical memories, following FlyingTim's suit. For me, music is more of a motivator and inspirational tool. However, some songs do spark my memories of times past.
My first memories of actually being interested in the music I was hearing come from the days when Syn and I used to hang out literally every day after school. They used to have these mini-cassette type things with only one song on them. They popped into a specially made portable player you listened to with headphones. This was a few years before I discovered the Walkman, so it was a hell of a concept to me. The format of these tiny, one-song cassettes was supposed to be the newest thing, but after like a year they became boring. I'm not sure if they were expensive or not because my parents never told me how much anything cost - it was always, "Too much." But anyway, I remember Syn had three of these little cassettes with "Walk Like an Egyptian", "Hangin' Tough" and some other song by Michael Jackson I can't remember the title of. I really enjoyed listening to those three songs, though.
After that, though, I made a radical jump. My parents bought me a crappy little boombox because all the other kids in my neighborhood had them and I used to get what I know now as Hot 97 from New York and Kiss 95.7 (KC 101 wasn't famous at this point and Radio 104 was still a gleam in some yuppie's eye, still playing easy-listening on Star 104.1... hehe). This was back when Kiss used to play DAS SCORPIAHNS and their ilk. I wasn't too into that stuff, but sometimes Kiss would play Guns N Roses and I loved that stuff. The first GnR song I ever heard was "Paradise City". From Hot 97 I would hear a bunch of LL Cool J songs and Public Enemy, a lot of other good stuff. The first song of any kind of rap I ever heard was "Around the Way Girl" from Uncle L. I had a tape which I would record from the two stations and I remember having all kinds of different rappers and hip-hoppers and heavy metal songs from GnR and Metallica. I used to hang around with this kid Will and rap with him, then we'd dance like fools to the metal. It was fun, and I really enjoyed the music, even though I had no idea what bands like Public Enemy were talking about. I wanted to get up on stage and rhyme with all those people, I wanted to play the guitar and I wanted to combine the two.
Of course, a year or so later, once we got to the middle school, we had this awesome bus driver. Will would bring in his N.W.A. tapes and my rides to and from school would consist of fuck shit dick ass bitch ho gat nigga etc. If only my parents knew. Hehe. I more or less enjoyed the swears and trying to rap along with the songs. After that bus driver's route was changed about a year later, I had my walkman and would ignore the crap they played on KC 101, listening to my Nirvana tape I'd acquired before it got broken. After that incident, though, I strayed a bit. I began reading a lot and ignoring my music. Once Nirvana became famous, though, I was pulled back in. Nirvana, despite what some of you may think, was a very good band. Behind the terrible grunge music was raw power and feeling you can't convey through any kind of music today. Kurt Cobain had something to say, and it was a much more pertinent to me than the advocacy of rampant drug use bands like GnR and The Dead were putting forth. Nirvana factored heavily into my ideals and they're probably the main reason why I'm such a liberal.
After Nirvana's demise, I heard Into Another from Bloody. Of course, this was before the whole hardcore revolution had come on and I was skeptical. I remember saying, after hearing the song "Running Into Walls" by them, that they were good but that I wouldn't go buy one of their albums. A few months later, I bought them all. Hehe. Again, this music changed me. I also began hearing other types of music, watching the high school band play their funky music, like "Pass the Peas" and "Pickin' Up the Pieces". Peps introduced me to jazz and I found myself enjoying the feeling behind the music of Miles Davis and Coltrane. The "Battle of the Bands" during my freshman year was memorable because I met a lot of cool people and heard a lot of new music, too. After a few year hiatus, I returned to listening to rap, as well.
Nowadays, I also find myself highly enjoying "wussy" music like Yanni and pieces from video game soundtracks. Some of those songs have so much power in them. Celtic music and piano pieces have found their way into my musical menagerie, along with some older rock and 80's pop. Caniprokis got me hooked on Incubus (I own all of their albums despite the fact that I said I wouldn't buy any of theirs, either). Now and then, I'll even catch myself listening to The Dead or Phish, bands I used to hate furiously for no reason. All in all, I like my collection.
The song "Nothing Else Matters" sparks a rather tragic memory of mine. I believe Lio can identify with it as well. My mother told me about being robbed at gun point while that song played on the radio. This was before she had the rollerskate, and the Box of Death (though it wasn't called that at that point, it was actually still kind of new then) had a flat tire or something. A car had pulled up and she thought the people were going to help her. Instead, they took my mother's purse and made her strip off her clothes. I can listen to the song, though, and enjoy it normally, it just sparks that memory.
Most Into Another songs get me thinking about Liz. I was really listening to them a lot when I first met her. "May I" bothers me because it's what was playing in her parents' minivan the night I could've had her for my own. "Two Snowflakes" was the song I sang when I tried out for the musical at Eastern, and whenever I hear it I think of the people looking at me funny and this kid, Ian, telling me I did a great job and that Into Another was hard stuff to sing.
I can't stand DMX, but that "Y'all gonna make me lose my cool... etc." song makes me think of the Mets/Diamondbacks game I went to last summer because it was Jay Payton's intro song. That was the game that Mike Hampton outpitched Randy Johnson and the Mets won six to nothing. Anything by Snot makes me think of Bean saying, "I could fuck to this," and thrusting his hips forward. Hehe.
I also think back to my childhood when I listen to bands like Creedence Clearwater Revival and Neil Young & Crazy Horse because those are the bands my Dad listened to. He never listened to James Taylor, though, because, as we all know, James Taylor's a pussy with soft, womanly hands. Hehe. (Actual words of my father. =)
And fuck you... I still like "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down. Suck my dick.
Well, since I haven't made a post of any substance in a while, I guess I'll write a little something about a subject that's near and dear to my heart: Music.
Music has an odd effect on me, and others, I assume. It makes you remember things. Not just remember things, re-experience them. I was listening to The Dead, Eyes of the World, the other day. And it reminded of the first time I heard that song, the local high school band, Zamboni, I think the were then, were playing it on the stage in the auditorium on the last day of school my sophomore year. I remember sitting there, by myself, absorbing the sound. I remember I had a big grin on my face. It was ill.
Then, I was listening to The Dead, again, this time is was a Dylan cover, Visions of Johanna, off of the Fallout from the Phil Zone live compilation album. This was from '95, I think, but that doesn't matter. I listened to the song a lot when I was a Junior in High School, especially from November to January. That was when I thought I was seeing that cunt from Guilford (Aren't they all) and she ruined the song for me for a long time. I used to listen to it over and over, when I was upset, cause it's long, and its chill, and Dylan's lyrics made sense to me then. Then I stopped listening to it for a long, long time. And that's what that song reminds me of, everytime, without fail.
Steve Miller Band: Take the Money and Run. This tune reminds me of the summer after my senior year, when I was working at the parts store. WHCN was the only station Nellie, the old blue delivery truck got, so that's what I listened to. And that song was always on. I remember driving down Meadow Street on my way to the warehouses, with my phat State Cop shades, rolling the window down to let the hot air out of the cab. That song was also playing the day I was coming back, the same summer, the same truck, through East Haven. The truck stalled in the middle of rush-hour traffic, while I was changing lanes. That was fun.
Phish: Reba. Off of Lawn Boy. My aunt bought this for me for my birthday the summer after my freshman year. I was on the swim team, and it became apparent that listening to Phish was a requirement. So I did. (More on that later) I remember listening to this song on my shitty little CD player in my bedroom, on a summer evening, thinking, damn, this is one weird song. But I listened to the whole tune, about 10 minutes worth, and it's still one of my favorite songs.
Phish: Golgi Apparatus. I bought Junta in Florida, my freshman year, when I was in Ft. Lauderdale in with the swim team. Steve Malarny told me to. So I did. I got back to my room and threw it on the same shitty little CD player, and went to track 4, Golgi Apparatus. I was listening to it, thinking that it was one awesome fucking song, and PV=NRT and Steve came in, and started listening to it. They both knew the tune, and then they both started to play air guitar and shit. That stands out in my head.
The Allman Brothers Band: Jessica. I was listening to this tune on my discman, on the first day of choir my sophomore year. I came in and sat down next to this kid with blond hair who looked like a cabbage patch kid. He sat there for a minute, then asked me what I was listening to. I told him Jessica, thinking that he'd have no idea what song I was talking about. Instead, he said, "That song doesn't have any words." Haha...that one took me by surprise. And it also started my friendship with wils0n.
Lots of musical memories at high school, like listening to the Ass Ponys in the original PappyMobile, with Pappy and wilson, the Hyundai, not the Subaru. But let's move forward a bit. The summer after my senior year, me and Pappy and wilson went to see Phish in maine, and whenever I hear Harry Hood, I think of the glowsticks in the dark.
And some memories are linked to lots of songs. Take for instance, The Grateful Dead's Europe '72 album. That album, one disc or the other, was in my dar discman when I was at Umass. And I'd listen to it when I drove home for the weekend, or came back up, or something like that.
Some songs, I don't know the name of, or who sang them, like that re-mix, re-sample of A Hard Knock Life. I went to a formal with a friend of mine who goes to Uconn, and I stayed the night on the floor of her dorm room, and her roommate constantly played that fucking song, while I was trying to sleep. Christ, it still pisses me off to hear that goddam song.
In the same vein, that fucking song, Put it in your Mouth. The first time I heard it at Umass, I thought it was goddam hilarious, and Pappy liked it a whole lot too, because he'd put it on repeat and listen to it over and over, and I started to hate it, which made him play it more. Then he ripped a CD with only that song on it, and would bring it in the car.
And if we really fast forward, we come to Poe, Hey Pretty. Kate listend to that song constantly, over this winter break, and I can't listen to it anymore.
Well, there's lots more, and if I think of them, I'll post them. But it's already tomorrow, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. Later p33ps, Mayor TA out.
Qava and Levres - welcome to Insult. May you both suffer horribly from genital herpes and then recover quickly to post your versions of Vanilla Ice's "Ice, Ice Baby"... and then get genital herpes again. Fuckers.
Ahem. Yeah, Bloody downloaded these songs a while ago at Caniprokis' house. He'd been touting the artist as wonderful for days and finally got a chance to show us his music. This artist's name is John Valby. Now, not only does this man have zero class, he's also a dirty racist AND he insults Bill Clinton. He goes around to different clubs and his dirty racist drunkard audiences tell him songs to spoof and he makes up obscene lyrics. To illustrate his lack of class and his lack of morals, I shall now list a few of his song titles to give you an impression. Please forgive some of the terrible words, they aren't mine.
What a Confederacy-loving moron. I'll bet he's got a lot of Republican fans. "It's okay because he's doing it as a joke!" Ugh. Imagine seeing a commercial for a "Best of..." album for this guy? You get such great hits as "The Beer Poem", "Skeeter On My Peter", "Leroy the Big-Lipped Nigger", "XXX Titanic", "Jews, Spics, Niggers and Fags" and MANY MORE! Wow. The man should be locked in a room with no windows, tied to a chair that's bolted to the ground, and forced to listen to *N'Sync until he dies. No class, whatsoever. Not that I'm a font of class myself, but I don't go around singing songs like that. Sheesh. Make fun of Bill Clinton. Hah. Moron.
On an unrelated note, I hate snow. It snowed for a good two feet of the white stuff here, and let me tell you - shoveling it was a bitch! I do, however, like Calvin & Hobbes and I shall end this post with a hilarious quote from "Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat", page 140:
Like delicate lace,
So the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
Of wondrous design!
Such beauty and grace
Wild nature produces...
Ughh, look at the spider
Suck out that bug's juices!
Um...
Yeah, Meat Puppets are okay.
But Toad the Wet Sprockett sucks a whoooooole lot. More than the amount of damage 8 Azure Dragons did to 34 Phoenixes and much more than even Tonic does. Ahem.