Before someone bravely went forth past the barriers of good (or is that bad) taste and made a cover of The Knack’s biggest hit, My Sharona cut to some footage of Toyotas crashing into each other. It could have been done much better, the lead singer specially but it should still make you laugh despite yourself.If you haven’t heard about the world-wide recall of Toyotas due to accidents (some fatal) caused by faulty accelerator pedals then you ought to spend less time reading the internets and get out more. BTW: Get the MP3 of The Knack’s brilliant original here.
In 2003, British Jazz outfit The Cinematic Orchestra reworked this absolutely awesome track from their previous album Everyday as a score to Russian film-maker Dziga Vertov’s groundbreaking silent documentary film of the same name from 1929.
Also, since we are stealing from the internets and shit (and because Samreth is your friend) go get the entire ‘Man with a Movie Camera’ album here.You can thank me later.
Just got this video of a to-scale visualisation of the size of the entire known universe from M. Watch it and then remember the scale every time you think of God, your life, your loves, your troubles, your time on this planet or your quest to leave this world a better place than you found it.
Hat tip to M for sending it to me. This must be so freakin’ awesome to watch after ’smoking the weed’ huh?
Speaking of things that (I imagine) go well with psychotropic substances, here is a great house track I’ve been listening to off Roger Sanchez’s Release Yourself Volume 7 CD.
The track is Do The Night (Ricky Ryan Edit) by Applescal.
So, the kid bro and I had a random instant messaging session the other day that ended up with us discussing women who we used to think were the hotness back in the dizzayy (a decade ago actually, when he was still a prepubescent little runt that ratted me out regularly and I was a teenager who had a three ring circus in his pants coz he was at his lifetime hormonal high) We traded opinions on what we thought of the fine ladies ten years later. (trout lips, scary ass chick, I’d still do her and the ubiquitous awwwwww yeahhhhh!) Which had two weird results..
1. I tracked down this song, Camino De La Vida from a decade old album by French artiste Sergent Garcia and had it blasting through an empty house (not counting the dogs) all weekend. The album is Un Poquito Quema’o and it is a funky blend of jazz and salsa and Cuban music with a bit of electronica that is hard to describe but listen and it will have you shaking your ass.
2. I finally got around to watching the Gul Panag starrer from a few years back, Manorama: Six Feet Under. As the first hindi film I’ve watched in probably a year, I’ve gotta say…… meh! Of course, Gul Panag’s dimpled smile makes me slack jawed and weak in the knees but she disappeared about a third of the way through the film and then there was nothing to distract me from the weak acting and contrived plot except for maybe Vinay Pathak (who directed a brilliant little short film that I saw at a film festival a while back but can’t remember the name off now for the life of me, but I digress..)
Anyways. There you go, a disturbing story, a film recommendation and a single repeat song for the week. Be well, eat fruit.
This video assaulted my mind waaay too early in the morning today. No, I did not see this at Onion.com and this is NOT satire. This is an actual Christian Rap Group (And if you have never heard Christian Rap or Christian Rock you haven’t lived) singing about the dangers of hugging people head-on where your crotches are actually (GASP!) touching. They call it (andIkidyounot) “Satan’s lustful arm wrap”
Play the video, listen carefully to the lyrics and hurt your brain at your own risk.
Once again. THIS IS NOT SATIRE. These fuckers are dead serious.
I’ve been listening to a whole lot of music from Norwegian duo, Kings of Convenience and off their second album Riot on an Empty Street, this is my favourite single repeat song, The Build Up, featuring Canadian singer Feist.
(Alright, I’m giving up on trying to fix the grammar and punctuation in the previous sentence. It can’t be done. Besides, in a world where the dictionary now has the word unfriend in it and people who write for a living don’t know the difference between the words your and you’re I think I spend waaay too much time obsessing about grammar and punctuation, so much that spelling mistakes throw me off when I’m reading ahem… erotica (I know, I know, waaaaaaaay too much information and for the nerds among us… a parentheses inside a parentheses but what can I say…. proper grammar is sexy!))
So, (I have to stop starting posting posts with that word) on a recent vacation in Goa that lasted nearly a month, I cycled around pretty little villages in North Goa like crazy (I also decided I would “Go For A Run” but that just ended with my thighs screaming “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO US?!“ at me and having to heave myself off the toilet the next morning by pulling my body up using the door handle because I was pretty much paralyzed from the waist down, but I digress…)
One of the many joys of cycling around was being able to listen to music with earphones in and be reasonably confident that I wouldn’t get run over by a bus or an SUV tearing around a blind corner in the opposite direction. Other joys included blasting down a hillside, free-wheeling at 45 or so, silently whooshing past little old ladies on Honda Activas, while resisting the urge to yell “Outta my way Jesus Lover! Comin’ through!”
Ahhh Goa!
I also managed to borrow a reasonably decent camera from the same charitable people who lent me their house and took a few photographs which are on ‘the flickr’here. Mostly old houses, abandoned and gone to seed, being slowly reclaimed by the undergrowth and some churches.
So, the song. Besides a ton of Goldfrapp and Tosca, this song by Groove Armada was playing in my ears a lot of the time and boy did it fit the setting. Its called At the River and is from the album Vertigo. If you want to hear Groove Armada’s best album though, SoundBoy Rock would be a better bet. Please ignore the video, which is a mash up of some footage including an Nvidia graphics demo from a few years back, when we would actually go out and buy a new graphics card and slot it into a desktop PC and then run the demo and ooh and ahhh (at the rendering not the chick, okay maybe a little bit at the chick)
Anyways, vacation over. Back to the mines. Same shit, different day. Repeat. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum .
A free concert for the 5% of us that can’t stand bhangra, indi-pop and hindi film music. A very nice change from the usual.
Shame it took a three hour flight full of wailing kids (that should have been checked in with the rest of the luggage) and a four hour drive down treacherously wet, hill roads in a car with weedy tires, no ABS and a driver blissfully ignorant of the concept of aqua-planing. But since I didn’t go skidding off the edge of the hill into the crisp, cool Meghalayan air, I’d say totally worth it.
