Funny People Not Actually Funny

Hello - I got the soundtrack for the hailed uber alles Judd Apatow flick "Funny People". I don't really care about it. That doesn't mean it's not good, i just don't care. Plus, with this one they went all kinds of over board, with Lennon songs performed by Adam Sandler, and unreleased Wilco track, etc. Quelle Joie!

I don't care for Wilco, and I think it's weird that Judd Apatow's daughter is on the release. What a bunch of weirdness. That, in and of itself, justifies a post. Is this some form of nepotism? Who knows. And she sings "Memory" - that bit from CATS. I used to love that musical. I named my first pet cat after one of the CATS in the CATS musical. But that's neither here nor there. More about the album...oh yeah, Adam Sandler can't sing so well. The other songs are cool, if you're into that sort of stuff aaaaaaaaand we're lucky Seth Rogen didn't pull out his kazzoo. EYOOO!!! get it? I just made fun of Seth Rogen.

But this is kind of interesting - Check out John Lennon's "Watching The Wheels"
For many, that song alone makes this disc worth the purchase.

Peace!

"remix jam session mixtape" - yeah, I'm sure

You like good music? I like good music some. So does Melanie Fiona, apparently. And....Indians? You like Indians, Fiona? Shoot your costume director. But one thing they can't take from you, is that you can sing. For sure. If people from Philly think so, then there's not much reason to dispute it.

So you got ?uestlove to do a "remix jam session mixtape" of your album, The Bridge? That's pretty awesome too. Apparently he can play the drums and it sounds like a drum machine. In fact, he took a picture over my shoulder once, and let me tell you, I almost melted. But back to the point. Music. For those of you who are into soul, download the "remix jam session mixtape":

http://www.zshare.net/download/62679118d27a6686

Cus it's FREE! And I don't mind free.

Props to ?uestlove for putting out free music, OKAY PLAYER! You're cool. And as a taste maker, well, he's (mostly) on the money. But Fiona, as a soul connoisseur it is absolutely imperative that you have a record player. Srsly! Ladies and Gentlemen, if you don't believe me, look for yourself. It's a video. You're cute, Melanie. Tata!

90's Throwbacks Are the New Black

The Marvelous Observers trend spotters have come across a curious phenomenon: 90's throwbacks!

Bbbut, it was only 10 years ago, you say? We know. But Rob Thomas thinks it may be worth something.

HA, are you serious? the Goo Goo Dolls called, they want their bracelets back. Rob Thomas, go home! It wasn't good when it first came out and it's not good now. And just cus it's "captured in High-Definition with 5.1 Surround Sound" doesn't make it worth my money.

With back up singers and a real keyboard you give the impression of having put some serious thought into how to squeeze every last dime out of your past fame. Unfortunately WE ARE ON TO YOU! Nothing escapes these eagle eyes.

The Internet is omniscient though, so we shall give it the option to judge for itself - samples to follow:

http://kochent.edgeboss.net/wmedia/kochent/e1homevideo/rt_problemgirl.wvx

http://kochent.edgeboss.net/wmedia/kochent/e1homevideo/rt_ifyouregone.wvx

http://kochent.edgeboss.net/wmedia/kochent/e1homevideo/rt_3am.wvx

Gah! I cannot voice my disinterest loudly enough. But 'tis the beauty of the intertubes; if one frustrated hipster screams in a forest (aka the internet) of frustrated hipsters - can any one hear? YES! YOU'RE READING THIS, AREN'T YOU!

Teknologiez Of Our Timez

How Awesome. Support Your Local Musician. Become fan of these up and coming, hungry rockers! Gold Fiction, WHAT!!

Gold Fiction on Facebook

Mommy XXX...WTF???

The sick puppies at Crackle TOTES hit the Oedipus nerve with this one. Masked Blogger - I spite you with SINGLE MOMS! PORN STAR SINGLE MOMS!

Advertised as a cross between "The Osbournes" and "Girls Next Door" Mommy XXX airs every Thursday on Crackle.com. Naturally, it follows Demi Delia, an ex porn star and single mom, and exposes her personal life. Get this, episodes include winning subjects like "...her daughter’s first visit to the gynecologist; a typical day at “the office;” her breast augmentation surgery... " etc.

I smell comedy gold...and, potentially, TITTIES!

HA! They even sent me a clip for you lowlifes.

From Crackle: Party with Pornstars

Watchem and weep.

The Chronicles of the Masked Blogger, Part Two

Days passed. Slowly. Sleepless nights. Weekend benders. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter but I couldn't get the Masked Blogger out of my head. When I wasn't self-medicating I tried to keep myself busy with my own writing projects but the Blogger stayed lodged in my brain like a steel toothpick in a blueberry muffin.

A Couple of months back, I had run up on some hard luck. Horses. Guess you could say I'm a gambling man. Truth is, I've been from Vegas to Atlantic City, up, down and then up again...this time was different, though. Things went from bad to worse one rainy night in April when two tough guys showed up in my storefront window and offered me a "proposition." They walked in, all smiles. Shit, if I hadn't been around the block a few time, I woulda though they were just a couple of good, ol' boys who had gotten lost in the city and needed directions. That is until they bloodied up my face and pulled a knife on me. They wanted to know if I had heard of their employer, Mick. Sure, I told them - everyone knows Mick - they called him Mick "The Nose." That gave them a pause and I thought they ready for round 2 with my face as the punching bag. Instead, they glared and said I had 2 weeks to pay or I may find myself the recipient of an all-expenses paid trip - to the bottom of the East River.

After the goons left, I sat down to think - thought long and hard. The funny part is that it takes an experience like this for a man to take stock of his life. Here I was, a 30-something, washed up P.I., disgraced former detective and amateur writer. Now I was about to go and get myself killed. Shit, if you could separate yourself from it for a moment, it was damn funny.

But I wasn't laughing. I sat at my desk and looked at the empty pages in my typewriter for the next two nighst, listening to the rain showers outside. Two nights later, that's when this dame showed up at my door, saying she need me to help her find someone. Why me, I asked her? Told me she had done some research and that for the price range, heard I was the best. We didn't exchange pleasantries - got right into it. What can you tell me about him, I asked her. Said he was a writer. Interesting I told her, so am I. She couldn't look more disinterested. I asked - what else?

"He wears a mask."

The Ultimate Realist