Normally for the Weekly 10, I find myself counting down things that piss me off. You know, like phrases that suck and uninspired Halloween costumes. So I’ve decided to give you a mix tape for putting up with me airing my grievances Letterman-style.
However, this mixtape is extra mixy. I present to you: my top ten favorite mashups. Wikipedia defines a mashup as, “a song or composition created by blending two or more songs, usually by overlaying the vocal track of one song seamlessly over the music track of another.” Basically smushing two songs together to make an even cooler one.
Yeah, I was inspired by last week’s episode of Glee; how could you not be? That show is so. damn. good.
Let me know if I missed any other greatness. Read More »
I’ve got a healthy libido and a short attention span, so my celeb crush turnover rate is pretty high. But every once in a blue moon, my ever-wandering eye is caught by someone so despicable, so nasty, my sexual drive is dashed in an instant. This week, let’s talk about a G.W.D.W.E. (Guy We Don’t Wanna Eff)–Phil Spector.
But the pièce de résistance of Spector’s uneffable resume is his God-awful puffball hairdo. Seriously? Look at this thing! It looks like someone stuck his pecker in a socket and transplanted his putrid pubes onto his head. Looking at this photo for more than three consecutive seconds triggers my vom-in-my-mouth reflex. Yuck! And worst of all, the ‘do is a wig! Spector has been known over the years to fancy all sorts of alternative hairstyles, but this one takes the fashion-disaster cake. Who voluntarily chooses to look like that?
Philly, shame on you for your nasty updo. Double shame on you for murdering an innocent woman. Triple shame on you for wasting your legendary talent. Don’t expect any conjugal visits from me.
You know how pretzels are really good on their own, but they are so much better when paired with frosting? (No? Well you are missing out, ladies.) Or how SoCo is delish, but oh so much easier to get down with a little lime juice? Or how you absolutely love breadsticks, but you love them for ever and ever when you can dip ‘em in some ranch?
Like peanut butter and honey, TV and DVR, booze and 80’s music, there are just some things in life that are better together.
Like Rock Band and, oh I don’t know, The Beatles?!
I know – life changing, right? Well, it’s happening. The still-living members of the legendary band sat down with MTV and Harmonix to create the special Beatles Rock Band (although I am sure the actual game will have a more catchy name) that will be released next year. Read More »
Sometimes we all need a little pick-me-up. Sometimes we want to know that rockstars are also experiencing excessive amounts of stress. Sometimes we feel like our head might expload, but we find comfort in the thought of Dolly Parton working “9-5!”
So here are some tunes, work related, lamenting about said work, fueling your fire and giving you that extra boost to make it through the day. You can do it! God speed!
These days, the radio is a serious disappointment. I long for the days when the number one hit was Mariah Carey singing Vision Of Love (I’m sorry but that sh*t was QUALITY). When I listen to say…something like, “This Is Why I’m Hot”, I find myself feeling so incredibly–unhot. Instead, I feel ashamed for listening to junk. Listening to most of the todays Top 40 tunes is like eating a Big Mac.
So, I’m going to bring you MY version of the good stuff, old school style, spanning several decades. Holla!
Music is a powerful thing. This is a fact. Attitude is also a powerful thing. I won’t dare to tread the ‘Marilyn Manson causes teens ridden with angst to hang themselves ‘ waters, but I will go as far as to say that music certainly can alter my attitude — at least my immediate attitude.
Sure, it’s fun to play hateful music when you’re so angry that you want to punch a wall. Or kick a puppy. But when I’m just feeling kind of ‘blah’, there’s a certain playlist that always does the trick with kicking me into good mood gear.
[Note: Works best within thirty minutes of waking]
You know what makes me feel like an idiot? When some kid who can’t even use a toilet yet has proven himself more talented than me.
Even though some of the words are a little hard to understand (1-year-olds are really slacking in the diction department these days) and there’s some slightly Emo-ish screaming at the end, I’d say this kid is pretty damn on point.
Cheers to you, baby in a diaper. You’ve already surpassed half of Hollywood.