Saturday, November 7, 2015

KLEM FM

Overheard at Lem's:
ndspinelli said... 
I fucked a Debby Freitag once. Just trying to normalize this thread for non propeller heads. 
November 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM

16 comments:

chickelit said...

Spinelli's comment (and my retort) are a day late and a dollar short.

bagoh20 said...

No wonder they call him "Fuckin' Spinelli". It's descriptive like like "Muddy Waters", "Vanilla Ice", or his favorite ball player "Charlie Hustle"

deborah said...

Make it stop!

bagoh20 said...

I absolutely hate everything about that. I would rather attend a BLM rally than that band in concert.

chickelit said...

The Cure are hard to watch, but I do like their sound. Come on, that's a catchy tune. I have it in my iTunes!

bagoh20 said...

Now chickie, I admire your intelligence and knowledge, but on this you are so wrong that I'm inclined to drive down the 405 freeway tonight, handcuff you, and force you to listen to a personal mix tape that I made and intended to play in lieu of talking at a speed dating mixer. We need that or an intervention.

bagoh20 said...

When it comes to blogging, most of us are tiny gnats circling the herd of mammoths. I'm more like a comatose gnat with my first post in over a year. It will probably be another year before I spew my next, because I need to look up the spelling and check the definition of each and every word.

This year's blurb: http://xyzofgravity.blogspot.com/

bagoh20 said...

If you don't know, out here on Venice Beach every Sunday we have something called "The Drum Circle". It's been going on as long as I can remember. It's a bunch of people who bring their drums, flutes, bongos, and anything else they want to play. These are people of all ages, races, sizes and shapes, locals and tourists alike. They just go out on the beach, form a big circle and start playing whatever comes out. Hundreds of other people just show up to dance in the sand or watch and hang out. The air is full of music, rhythm, laughter, and of course some, weed. It's a very eclectic crowd with old and young and multiple languages all mixing and flowing, with people just generally feeling good and forgetting their worries. I've always liked it. People break loose of their binding a little. You see people doing things in front of all these strangers like dancing and playing their instrument that they probably would never do in public any other time. Not me of course - I'm wrapped so tight I don't even smile, but I really enjoy everyone else getting loose.

chickelit said...

...and force you to listen to a personal mix tape that I made and intended to play in lieu of talking at a speed dating mixer.

I want to hear the playlist for that mix tape.

Chip Ahoy said...

Haha. My body didn't flinch.
Not one bit.
And that's my new method of determining if a song chupa la iguana muy grande o no.
It's brilliantly stupid, allowing my body to make the determination by its reaction or non reaction, if it doesn't flinch, if it doesn't automatically try to say it, then move on. That's my new thing.
I did it today already a dozen times.
There I was thinking, Man these old songs are getting tired. I need new ones. I asked the internet, "presently, what are the top twenty songs?" I was given a list and the first song worked very well and I realized it sounded overtly Christian. I looked and realized the list was top 20 Christian songs. Back to results, another list, and the top songs are Justin Beaver and one Taylor Swift that isn't half bad and the rest didn't even make my body flinch. No impulse to interpret its beat, rhythm or its meaning whatsoever until #6, this one, Downtown by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Eric Nally, Melle Mel, Kool Moe Dee And Grandmaster Caz, quite a lot of people to make a song, don't you think?

Starts off goofily and slowly develops quickly to rap and by the end has the whole town involved. That provoked by body to say it.

And it gets to a part that is quite impossible. A rapidly delivered rhyming rap that substitutes brand names that are presumed to invoke images of economic pinning. Brand names as social references. Strung together in series. I realized upon encountering the same thing three times in the span of an hour, it's a thing with white people singing rap. Their song MUST include a string of brand names to make it cool. I believe although not unique to white rap, it does characterize white rap. I do wish they would KNOCK IT OFF.

Chip Ahoy said...

In this song is the difficult to interpret phrase, (this goes very fast)

Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn man, everybody got Bugattis
But I'm a keep it hella 1987
Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki
I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi
I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
But girl, we could still ride together
You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair

Clever. I like it. But a lot of names and it's difficult. It becomes either unclear or lost, elided, abbreviated, or smudged somehow. It requires explanation before starting off, for example, the sign for motorcycle done tightly is a moped and the sign for italian + motorcycle done toughly refers to Dukati, and the sign for motorcycle less tightly is kawasaki, the sign for sauce is wasabi, sign for rappers refers to Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman, and sign for French car refers to Bugatti. If you make all that clear before starting the song, fine, you can make the song make sense visually, otherwise white rap is pure crap for deaf people.

But Chip, that's only one example.

Just before that was Lorde's Royals. Her lyrics rush is a bouncy rap style that includes Gold Goose, Cadillacs, Maybach

You'd have to explain that big car means Cadillac and Expensive German car means Mercedes-Maybach. Describe that first then cram it into the song.

And minutes before that was Blondie's Rapture. The sign for rapture is quite nice but the signs for Cadillacs, Lincolns Mercuries and Subarus do not exist, even if rapidly spelled out they still would not make much sense and the letters would be a useless blur, it would all have to be explained and set up so that in the song when you get to the parking lot you can actually see the man from Mars eat up Cadillacs, Lincolns Mercuries and Subarus and not just a bunch of garbled shit.

This concludes my thesis that white rap tends to include brand names to substitute for bling or for social signaling. The precise thing that ruined NYT crossword puzzles ruins rap for deaf.

Joe Biden, America's Putin said...
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Joe Biden, America's Putin said...

eh - that was boring.

Joe Biden, America's Putin said...

My post... that is.

Who wants banana pancakes?

deborah said...

Pirate Prentiss.

Amartel said...

Where did this alleged fucking occur on the Freitag Pyramid?
-Exposition
-Inciting Incident
-Rising Action (yeah, baby)
-Complication
-Climax (yeah, baby, YEAH)
-Falling Action (these things happen)
-Resolution
or
-Denouement
?