Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Bark bark

Daily posts were shot to hell well over a month ago. Yet the blog remains innocuously plugging along. Be sure to watch the vid.

Here's a song for all you kings and queens and graduate in-betweens:

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Indian Love Call

Heyyyyyy, so....with this link, don't play the papa roach song. Or play it and don't blame me. Anything by Tears for Fears after that will be worth your while. ESPESH Mad World.

If you're not into that, dig yourself some Slim Whitman:

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


The soundtrack of summer, all up in this song.

Saturday, July 24, 2010


This song sounds like the synthesized version of those words.

Friday, July 23, 2010

God bless Copenhagen

This song blew me mind. May it yours as well. Trentemøller is a native Dane and a thunderous electronic beat wizard, much like Hamlet.

after you listen to that, watch this:


Monday, July 19, 2010


I don't really like Santogold, but this song is cool. What a description.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Bum ba dum

My bro Joe was recently in Japan and he brought me back a package of Koala Yummies. It is the greatest after school snack ever created. By humans. This particular box is even better because it has Japanese characters all over it. I love it and shall treasure it forever. Now that I've said that, here is a completely unrelated song:

Around the Bay - Department of Eagles

exceptionally good drumming in this song.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Back with a vengeance

Given my long hiatus, I should really have something special here for ya'll tonight. Ya'll being.... who exactly reads this blog? I don't know. At this point it's surely down to zero. So that's why I began this endeavor in the foist place, to entertain moi. Number one. Me, myself and I. So here it is, Erin! All for you! And all the other Erins (spellings may vary) out there who may possibly give a crap. For anybody else, it's a toss up.

Oso is Spanish for bear. I know stuff (oh-so mucho).

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


Not his best movie ever, but in it we see a sound evolution of Woody's love for 30's and 40's jazz. It goes from slapstick silly in "Bananas" to romanticism in "Annie Hall" to epic Gershwin pieces featured in Manhattan. Man loves city. City loves music.