Paul Elstak - Rave On
Paul Elstak - Rave On
Kaos - Autumn Again
As long as we’re counting covers, this one is The Moody Blues’ “Forever Autumn”. Dude I don’t even know.
DNA - You and Me
once again back is the incredible
Went down to South Central (Florence-Firestone, specifically) for a fighting tournament today.
Got third in my division, should’ve got second. Guy I lost to I really should’ve stomped, but at one point he got a weak armbar and the judges called for him while I was getting out of it, that kind of ticked me off.
That said, our dojo did really well. Some of the other guys really looked the part of MMA fighters more, and they came out hard out of the gate, but after a minute or so they ran out of power. Two or three guys forfeited or got DQed for being unable to defend themselves mid-round. The matches were only single 2-minute rounds, and we’ve been doing multiple 4- and 5-minute rounds every day in practice, so woo practice.
Innovate - Innovate
Another entry in my “happycore is distilled ‘90s” argument. Seriously, try to tell me these lyrics aren’t a straight paean to neoliberal creative-class enthusiasm:
innovate, redefine
recreate what’s in your mind
it isn’t fate
you decide
only you can cross that line
innovate, redefine
change is what will come in time
make or break, redesign
what it takes, you will find
innovate, redefine
innovate, redesign
innovate, redefine
innovate, redesign
So there’s this whole trope about how Institutional Hollywood is this big force of social liberalism in America, and I mean that’s not made up, when I came here I totally intended to use whatever attention I captured to promote bisexual promiscuity and Jewish-tinged atheism to 13-year-olds, and I still do, no joke.
But at the same time, I don’t think people have quite accorded credit for the fact that it’s not just non-feminist but the most actively and unapologetically anti-feminist American institution I’ve yet encountered, and makes no pretense of giving any of the shits about racial equality or class egalitarianism.
(edit: I guess the disconnect comes from seeing actors as leaders among rather than puppets of Institutional Hollywood?)
Girls Gone Wild is 14 years old. The American best known for getting drunk at parties and lifting their shirt for the crowd is a guy.
Oblivion - Into Oblivion
Oblivion, Nimrod, Stealth, Blaze, and Bang! are all the same guy, one Nicholas James Arnold.
When the Village People portrayed the spectrum of masculinity, they were assigned different jobs; when the Spice Girls portrayed the spectrum of femininity, they were assigned different attitudes.
Ham, Demo, & Justin Time - Here I Am (remix)
Visa - Don’t Go Away
Big up to Discogs, the wonderful discography site where I’ve been checking my attributions and learning these trivia bits.
Visa is Stu Allan, who’s the DJ you heard giving shout-outs at the end of this Charly Lownoise & Mental Theo track on Key 103 in Manchaster. People complained that John Peel was not enough, honestly it would blow my mind to hear this stuff on the radio at all.
I’m just now realizing how much the ‘80s were a golden age of puppeting, and inanimate physical posing-based entertainment in general when you count claymation. Was it imitation of Henson and muppeteering or a matter of showoff cutting-edge special effects event!s analogous to Jurassic Park/Avatar? I dunno. Hollywood, man.
But not even Hollywood! MST3K! Dudes were like “let’s make something cool and ridiculous”, and “puppets” were an answer ready in the mind.
I guess the contemporary comparison is Flash animation maybe? Which I also guess is cutting-edge special effects, at the amateur level?
1) Britney Spears: this was on Vermont between Hollywood and Los Feliz very shortly after she birthed one of her kids, before she shaved her head. I bet she was going to Dragonfly, the popular baby boutique. She was wearing a Steelers jersey and sunglasses and for a block and a half afterwards I was all “WHERE do I know that girl from?”
2) Guy with no legs who polishes the stars at Hollywood & Vine: it’s a unique schtick, respect, but okay dude was seriously flat on the ground on one of the only heavily trafficked sidewalks in LA