Hibbidy-Wah?! Wait, We Really Almost Lost Detroit?!

Local musical acts and local tragedies are a lot alike – they usually suck.

But sometimes a near-tragedy can inspire a pretty good tune from a (former) local act.  I’ve written about The Victorious Secrets before (you might know them better as the Free Credit Score or Report or Whatever website commercial guys).  Well, the lead singer of that group started another group called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and they gave us this – We Almost Lost Detroit:

Upon further (little) searching, I learned that the above ditty is a remake of a song by Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson:

And then I found out that the Fermi 1 plant did have a partial nuclear meltdown back in 1966, so we really almost lost Detroit…

If that happened, there would be no:

Mjusayin’…

Musical Musings… Randy Newman Could Have Been In Coldplay

Their skin tones don't match.

My sister was recently listening to this song on Sirius XM and it suddenly occurred to her that Coldplay’s front man, Chris Martin, kinda sounds like Randy Newman.

Here’s the song in question, Everything’s Not Lost:

Now here’s Randy Newman’s Losing You (ha!) from Toy Story 3:

My concern over her revelation is that the two will be forever connected in my mind, like that picture above.  Just like when I realized Shakira sings a lot like Kermit the Frog

Their skin tones don't match, either.

InASense, Lost… Go The F–k To Sleep (Plus Bonus Kid Violence!)

This book was obviously produced with tongue planted firmly in the toilet:

But I don't wanna... there's tigers...

But I think the best part is this unembeddable video (at least for WordPress) featuring Samuel L. Jackson reading it.  Totally worth checking out.

Also totally worth checking out is this song by Is Tropical called The Greeks featuring kids destroying other kids in the style of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?  It’s probably more fun/questionable than the above book:

Awful Battle… Douchey Wool-Pullers

I would like to bring up a new branch of douchebags, as the post title suggests.  This group can be used as a warning signal, something we look to in order to insure it never happens again.  These are the douchebags that pulled the wool over our eyes, and tricked us into thinking they were as cool as they thought they were.

So here lies the ultimate Awful Battle… of the Douchey Wool-Pullers:

DOUCHY WOOL-PULLER RATING

Dane Cook

Done Cooked, more like it.

I would say Cook seemed to explode on the comedy scene, but he would only spin it into some jizz joke.  Who knows how long he worked on his material?  (That doesn’t sound right either.)  Who knows why he caught on so fast?  I’ll even admit to enjoying him at the get go, and with an upcoming movie career, I believe I even hailed him as the next Steve Martin (compliment or not).  But when all the shit came out about his liberal borrowing of other comics’ bits, bits of me died for thinking Dane Cook was once cool, when really, he was a douchebag.

DOUCHEY WOOL-PULLER RATING

Scott Stapp of Creed

Scott Stop, more like it.

Really, this one is more our collective fault than anything else.  Though his level of douchebaggery may be high, his level of trickery/wool-pulling is not so.  We caught him early, mostly because he claimed to be Christian rock and wore leather pants and left his wife after having a kid and had that alleged sex tape with Kid Rock (and girl groupies) and need I go on?  I really did like Higher, My Own Prison, and With Arms Wide Open, though… what’s wrong with me?

DOUCHY WOOL-PULLER RATING

Fred Durst

Fred Duh, more like it.

Like Stapp and Cook, he appeared out of thin air that was apparently quite chilly, since he often appeared in his puffy jacket and backwards hat.  He was quite popular from the word nookie, and was in the pop music backlash crowd that included Eminem and the Wu Tang Clan.  But soon after, his song Break Stuff became like his anthem, and he was pissing people off at Woodstock ’99 (allegedly instigating the riot which lead to some rapes), Eminem and D12, Slipknot, Christina Aguilera, and Britney Spears.  I also remember hearing that Durst got pissy because Aaron Lewis of Staind never thanked him for putting them on the map.  Oh yeah… he had a sex tape, too.  Gross.  It’s a shame I picked his remake of George Michael’s Faith as the greatest rock remake of an 80’s song.

DOUCHEY WOOL-PULLER RATING

Kanye West

Kanye Messed, more like it.

I still maintain that West’s The College Dropout album is one of the best I’ve ever listened to, but we all know how fool full of  himself he is.  And how much he loves his Louis Vuittons and all other fashion whatevers… gah!  That stuff bores me.  Rap about important things (Jesus Walks, All Falls Down)!  Or even fun things (Slow Jamz)!  Not designer clothes!

DOUCHEY PULL-OVER RATING

M. Night Shyamalan

M. Not (!) Shyamalan, more like it.

How can someone make two incredibly cool films (The Sixth Sense and yes, Unbreakable), and not only get to keep making more films, but worse and worse films!  And then… AND THEN!  He has the audacity to say we, the audience, just don’t get it!  It takes something to rank pretty high on my Scale of Fury.  He’s at Rage Level 8 (out of 10).

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HONORABLE MENTIONS:

  • LeBron James and George Lucas

Though they may not be as cool as we once thought, they have not gone full douchebag.  They’ve come close, though.

LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS:

  • Michael Bay and Brett Ratner

They never pulled any wool over anyone’s eyes.

Drunken Recollection… Rihanna Sold Her Soul To The Devil?

My friend Jay works with a bunch of middle-aged shop guys (please take that as a euphemism), and as is common practice amongst those in that industry, the loony bin rejects spew a bunch of bullshit out of their mouths (so much for any euphemisms).

Every so often, Jay asks me to check out the validity of comets heading towards Earth, or if there really are three-breasted women doing porn.  And I do – often in the name of Drunken Recollections.  This latest effort is to get to the bottom of whether Rihanna’s song Umbrella is about how she sold her soul to The Devil.

This video is even long for my tastes, but I recommend checking it all out for curiosity’s sake (or jump to about the 4:30 mark):

That’s some heavy crazy analysis.  This one sees Satan in another place (his “semen” I guess):

And click here for a complete breakdown of the lyrics.

So What Do I Ultimately Think?

 

If someone can analyze the hell out of a video (so to speak) and find images of the occult, or the Illuminati, or whatever, then someone making a video could have just as easily put all those things in there.  Does it mean Rihanna or Jay-Z are Satanists?  Who cares.  Worshipping Baphomet at least makes more sense than worshipping Xenu

…and for the record, let’s not bring this up again when drinking, Jay.  It’s kind of a buzz killer.
Because I’m kind of afraid.

Musical Musings… This Song Electric Blues

That post title up there might be misleading.  Blues sounds like a variation of blows and by no means do I want anyone to confuse the two.

On the contraire, I want people to start equating the phrase Electric Blue with things that are awesome beyond words, such as the song Electric Blue by Icehouse:

(SIDENOTE: John Oates of Hall &, um, something, co-wrote the song with the Australian band, and apparently once stated that if Icehouse didn’t release it, his band would have.  Thought you’d like to know, so you’re not Out of Touch…)

One thing bothers me about this song though… I feel like it was in a movie, but I can’t find anything that states it was.

My best guess is this movie:

Kim Cattrall's finest performance

Or this movie:

Booger's finest performance

Mannequin is the more likely option, since it was released in 1987 (as was Electric Blue); Better Off Dead was in 1985.  But then again, Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now was Mannequin’s signature tune.

I’ll wager $2 that John Cusack’s saxophone solo in Better Off Dead is so imprinted as an earworm in my brain, that any sax solo trudges up comparison and memories.

Or Electric Blue simply sounds like all music at that time.  Who knows…

Coinkydink Or Coinkydonk? Irony Is A Dish Best Served In Cold Milk

I only recently learned of this, and it made me suckle(!) chuckle, so I thought I’d share.

Tori Amos is probably best known for her weirdness red hair this(!) song Cornflake Girl.  If you are one of those unfamiliar with it, take a piglet(!) gander:

Here’s the weird thing… she kinda was a cornflake girl:

That got me wondering about what other musicians kinda lied.

For instance, was Bruce Springsteen really Born to Run?

Looks like he was born to amble.

Was Elton John really a Rocket Man?

Harland Williams was.

Was Lady Gaga really Born This Way?

This could be true.

JusWondering… How Would iCheat?

There was a recent court case in Scotland in which a young autistic girl needed to listen to her iPod in order to concentrate on her tests.  The argument against this is obvious – she could be listening to answers.  But she won the case and blah, blah, blah

This got me JusWondering that if this became common practice (and I was still in school), how would I hide notes about my geography, literature, history, algebra, science, art history, and Spanish classes?

Drunken Recollection… Garfield And Lil Wayne Really Like Lasagna

They also hate Mondays (but they do love themselves).

Again, this is a song that’s been out for a long time, but I only recently listened to Lil Wayne’s 6’7′ enough to hear this lyric:

Real Gs move in silence like lasagna…

I was drinking heavily at the time, so my bemusement over such a strange lyric was definitely intensified.  There’s plenty of “controversy” over whether the G in lasagna really is silent, amongst other things, but I find rhyming lasagna with behind ya and kinda to be kinda lazy… another thing Garfield and Lil Wayne have in common.

(SIDENOTE: It’s only fair to admit that at least he’s not making up words to rhyme.)

What I posit to question is why not choose any of these other words with real silent G’s:

  • campaign
  • design
  • diaphragm
  • foreigner
  • gnat
  • gnaw
  • gnome
  • reign
  • resign
  • sign

What I propose to attempt is my own rap using the above words… *clears throat*

Imma design a campaign to send pain yo way
To gnaw at you raw till you fall like Bin Lay-
Den you can roam the globe like some gnome with no home
Foreign lands full of gnats and king’s coal and no comb
By the size of your sighs, diaphragm’s showin’ signs
Your reign will stop raining, you’re not Shaq – you resigned

I don’t know where that “anger” came from… *bows*

Oh wait, I forgot this line: Real Gs move in silence like bologna

Happy (Sad) Finds… Maybe Memorial Day Weekend Got To Me

These songs are life affirming even though they might come across quite the opposite.  One of them causes me great concern, though… am I about to turn country fan?

The first video, David Crowder Band’s SMS (Shine) was sent to me by my sister quite awhile ago, and I’ve finally opted to watch it.  This was her actual pitch:

it’s a christian rock band, but the animation is cool

…now you understand my initial hesitation.  But it’s definitely worth checking out…

Now if I had followed her advice earlier, I might not have felt as effected as I did this day, because I just heard this (apparently old) song on the radio, and it too captivated me:

I guess The Band Perry’s If I Die Young found new life (so to speak) when Lauren Alaina performed it on American Idol, and I might be glad about that.