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Ahh, nothing like a little rain. It provides the proper motivation to sit down and crank out another editorial. As if the hipper, swellbow, mild hangover and myriad other boo-boos weren't incentive enough.
The hangover comes from an evening of entertainment at the Mission Viejo Holiday Inn. Yeah, you read that correctly. The gentleman that was providing the entertainment for that evening was a serious piece of work. Imagine, if you will, Ned Flanders
without the glasses. I mean this dude even sang like Ned Flanders. Now, I will not take anything away from Steve Briggs' talent, dude seriously played about 17 different instruments in the course of the evening, but I have never seen a more wholesome entertainer in my life. I thought for a bit that his Wonder bread image was a bit of an act considering the average age of his crowd hovered somewhere between Regular and Super-Absorbent Depends. I even asked my wife "I wonder what he would play if he were to play exactly what he wanted?" Maybe the pony tail fooled me into thinking that there was some rebel in there somewhere. Then I checked out his website. Holy Crap.
But you know what? I still had a good time. That is, until he started playing those stupid ass novelty country songs. "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" was the song that had us running for the exits. All in all, it was a really surreal experience, perhaps even a peek into my distant future, and I wouldn't trade last night for anything. Rock on, Mission Viejo.
The long drive home from deep behind the Orange Curtain allowed me to check out some new stuff on the ol' satellite radio. Man, I don't mean to sound like a commercial, but I didn't realize how terrible terrestrial radio really was until I got one of these babies. I actually get to hear songs that I like, and they play new music that rules. I am currently obsessed with the hip hop channels. There's one that only plays the old school stuff, and about 3 others that play the new stuff.
It was on "Hip Hop Nation" that I made an amazing discovery. A lot of the popular (commerical) hip hop is more similar in subject matter to that silly ass novelty country song than anything else. Seriously. For instance, there's this Nelly song called "Grillz" that is all about, wait for it, putting bling all up in your mouth. I am talking about a five minute song about putting diamonds in yo' teef. To me, that is the ghetto equivalent of "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off". Don't even get me started on their shared love of firearms and songs about what kinds of cars/trucks they drive. So I guess don't be surprised when you see Alan Jackson touring with the Three 6 Mafia this summer. Just remember that I called that shit out first.
There is actually some awesome hip hop coming out of England lately. If you are looking for something different, you really should check out the following folks: The Streets, Dizzy Rascal, and Lady Sovereign. While I am recommending hip hop, you should also check out Danger Doom, which is a collaboration between MF Doom, Danger Mouse and all the cartoons on Adult Swim. This album was gonna be one of my albums of the year, but I never got around to writing about it. Who would've thought that one of the best rap albums to come out last year was gonna be on Epitaph? Now that's punk.
Well let's see, I managed to write about a one-man-band Flanders doppelganger, the current state of hip hop, and contemporary country music. If that doesn't alienate about 98 percent of the readership on this website, I don't know what will.
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raunchy@concretedisciples.com |
Saturday 04th 2006f March 2006 19:42
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