Hey, who doesn’t love the seahorses? You don’t love seahorses? Yeah? Well, fuck you.
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Category Archives: music
Christian Bale the Dance Remix
What could be more perfect? It’s Christian Bale‘s pottymouthed rant from last summer, remixed and set to a bouncy dance beat. Positively Beyonce-worthy! Click and enjoy, but make sure your boss is either not around or stone deaf first!
via thelondonblog
If, by chance, you can’t stop till you get enough, there’s another one with original lyrics at HolyMoly.
Happy Anniversary, Motown!
Motown records brought black music by black musicians into the mainstream, and changed American culture forever. If you’d like a serious analysis of that, please go here. You know I ain’t got time for that shit.
Instead, I’d like to present two videos choreographed by very, very white people, and mashed up with some very, very black (although not Motown, it must be said, and indeed it WOULD have been said, had I not just said it myself, thus inocculating this blog against those so-called sayers and their nastily truthful accusations, now where was I?) music.
Bob Fosse‘s Mexican Breakfast featuring Gwen Verdon: original here. Unaccredited, vulgar ripoff by Beyonce here. More amusing version of same here. Walk It Out, Fosse version below:
And here is something that could only be made even whiter by the addition of Soulja Boy: Tappercize!
mashup from EverythingIsTerrible
Yoko Ono’s Next Husband
No, seriously. Think about it. She’s got John‘s money and no particular need to be the ruling Rock Widow of Our Times, which goes to Courtney Love on sheer batshit-insane points. Sure, Yoko‘s meaner, and she’s smarter, and she’ll outlive Courtney by a good twenty years, but it’s time she moved on. Time she found a new man.
Time she found this man.
via WOWReport
William Lamson is clearly both deeply artistic and strange to the pink, gooey core. Check out his site: my particular favorite video is “Monument Valley Flight Attempt” but one has to come to it with preparation. One has to be ready. One has to wait it out, all two minutes, forty-one seconds of it. There IS no punchline. It, itself, IS the punchline. Or is the viewer?
Or the reader of this blog?
Down, Boys!
Well, this is interesting. Okay, it’s not: it’s just weird and hilarious, both inadvertently AND advertently. And filthy.
So you know why it’s here.
via Irina Slutsky
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