I’ve been known to get a little worked up over Hollywood’s agenda of burying my favorite childhood memories under a mountain of re-released garbage, but my anger is a Bic lighter compared to the napalm that these guys drop. From movies to comics to games to tech, they burn just about every geek franchise out there in under six minutes.

Only seeing your grandma do pelvic thrusts can begin to describe the mammoth level of cringe that this song will drive into some deep part of your brain. Even if you don’t listen the whole way through, you’ll still find yourself unwittingly humming the chorus at random points throughout your day.

You have been warned.

Barbara Moore – Nymphomaniac

Sometimes, even the babysittings is metals.

Black Metal Babysitter

Reclusive author, J.D. Salinger passed away in his New Hampshire home a couple of days ago at the age of 91. He was most famous as the author of The Catcher In The Rye, which has sold over 65 million copies since it was first published in 1951.

I put together a music playlist in Salinger’s honor.

One Hit Wonders Of The 60s, 70s, 80′s, 90′s, & Today

I compiled over 175 one-hit wonders spanning five decades from 60′s through the 2000′s. There are a few good, a few bad, and a few downright ugly songs on the list, but all of most of them will drag you kicking and screaming down memory lane. The list is by no means complete, and all the song titles are available below the player.

Enjoy!

Brenda Lee’s “Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree” has been around since 1958, so there’s no doubt that you hear it a thousand times a season when the radio stations switch over to the all-Christmas format.

At some point last season, I was sitting on the couch reading a magazine, and the song came on the radio faintly in the background. Brenda Lee’s twangy country vocal and the low volume caused me to hear something that wasn’t there. From then on, I couldn’t help but hear the song without smiling.

I wish the same problem onto you:

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After spending half the day doing my taxes, and topping it off with a fruitless job search chaser, it’s not surprising that by 5PM, I was slipping into a coma. To lift my mood a little, I checked in on some of my favorite feeds.

That’s when I found the following video on Wil Wheaton’s blog. If the 60′s soul revival sound didn’t drag me in, the way that it’s created is absolutely the best use of sampling I’ve seen in a while.

My mood instantly lifted. Check it out for yourself and tell me you don’t feel the same.

“Birds Fly Away” by Theresa Andersson

via Wil Wheaton

We’re a week into November Beard Month, and I was looking for some music to help coax these whiskers out into the open air. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a decent beard related playlist out there anywhere. So, what do you do when you can’t find something pre-made? You roll up your sleeves and you make it yourself.

Most of the songs lean toward the heavier side of the scale, but if you’re growing a 70′s, peace-loving beard to nest tiny woodland creatures in, I threw a few tracks for you, too. So, let’s get some cold air on your face and music into those ears, and let’s get those whiskers on the outside where they belong.

All the songs included either mention facial hair or are performed by bands with one or more bearded members. Yes, ZZ Top is in there even though they’re included in every musical beard list ever.

If you have track suggestions, be sure to throw them in the comments, and a full track listing (with explanations) is included below.

Enjoy!

It’s Halloween, and I thought you might need some music to keep charged up while you’re defending against the Zombie hoards. I included my own playlist from last year’s Finetune Friday, a couple of radio stations, a podcast from Hipster Please, a collection of sound effects (in case you’re looking for a free ringtone or just something to scare the kids), and I even threw in a collection of music from Disney’s Haunted Mansion.

That should be plenty to get you through the night. Although headphones may prevent you from hearing zombies sneaking up behind you, the headphone strap may provide just enough protection to keep them from chewing through to your sweet, sweet braaaains. Good luck. See you at dawn.

For some reason, Dyers seem to have limited options for successful career choices. I’m not sure why, but as far as I knew, the only successful paths for Dyers were book writing (like Dr. Wayne Dyer), Leather store owning (as in Dyer Leather), witchcrafting (ala Mary Dyer), and beard growing (hello). While computers and heavy metal have always factored in, I always thought of those as lifestyle choices with benefits rather than career choices. Thanks to Myles Dyer, the vocalist behind the video below, I can now add “heavy metal farmering” to the official Dyer career list.

Tractooooooor. Moooooo.

Enjoy!

Even though I’ve never been a huge Foreigner fan, I can tell you the first time I heard “Jukebox Hero”. I was around 10, and my friend had stolen it out of his brother’s records and brought it down to the tweed clad, schoolhouse record player in the linoleum and paneled basement that everyone seemed to have in those days. I sort of shrugged when the kid told me that I had to hear it, and then moved the needle back several times to hear the song over again. I can remember that the song was on the album Foreigner 4 because for a while there, I tacked the four onto the band’s name, calling them “Foreigner 4″.

Kids are fun and all, but I’m not normally in the habit of posting videos of them here on the blog because it’s a slippery slide into pictures of kitties and talking about my period. This kid, however, gets a pass. Even though he isn’t tall enough to put a foot on the monitor and strike a rock idol pose, he gets so into “Jukebox Hero” that he ends up eating his microphone.

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Tragedy – We Rock Sweet Balls, And Can Do No Wrong (rock): After writing about Tragedy back in March, the band was nice enough to send over a copy of their album for me to review. It has taken me months to try to figure out what to say about it because even though the album is swimming in cowbell and has a fair number of old school metal windup screams (eeeaaAAaaAAaaAAH!), there is no way to escape the fact that I’m listening to hard rock covers of Bee Gees songs. Yes, you heard me. Hard Rock covers of Bee Gees songs.

I’m not going to pretend that I can sit down and listen to this every day or that it doesn’t come with a massive cringe factor, but like the Golden Throats series, it’s difficult to deny the album is fun. In some respects, it’s the two girls one cup of hard rock: Despite having a hard time turning away from it, you get a sick pleasure from tricking other people into checking it out. Nearly every metal and hard rock fan has the same reaction at that gruesome moment when they realize what they’re listening to, and their faces contort into a confused mixture of amusement and repulsion.

Of course, novelty is the point and the band knows it. If having an album cover that has lightning, fire, an Iron Maiden font, a Led Zeppelin font, and the words “We Rock Sweet Balls And Can Do No Wrong” aren’t enough to tell you that the album is tongue in cheek, then Tragedy’s version of “You should be Dancing” should be more than enough. The track has a breakdown in the style of Spinal Tap’s “Stonehenge” (No one knows who they were… Or what they were doing…) where an evil sounding voice talks about evil pagan babies with hooves for two full minutes. I’m actually ashamed, but I laugh and shake my head at it almost every time I hear it.

It’s pretty clear that the band isn’t taking themselves too seriously, and I can’t help from laughing a lot while I’m listening. This may not be something that you’ll listen to every day, but it’s one of those oddities that is awesome to have in your CD collection to spring on people when they least expect it. B+

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Muddy Waters – The Definitive Collection (blues): When I was around fourteen years old, I lost my taste for the blues once I figured out how simple they were to play. Not much has changed since then, because as far as I’m concerned, Robert Johnson and his old timey blues cronies can suck it. If he made a deal with the devil to play like he did, he should kick Satan right in the devil dog because he lost a perfectly good soul for nothing.

Muddy Waters, on the other hand is one of the few blues artists that I not only tolerate, but I actually enjoy. The 24 tracks in this collection are listed in chronological order so that you can hear the progression of Waters’ style from 1948 to 1964. Although considered by many to be the father of Chicago Blues, Muddy Waters stopped playing guitar in 1955, so only about 9 tracks on the album feature him on guitar. Even on hits like “Mannish Boy” (“I’m a main. I spelled M… A child… N…”) and “Got My Mojo Working”, Jimmy Rodgers handled the guitar work and Muddy Waters was on vocals only.

I don’t know exactly what sets Muddy Waters apart from other artists. Maybe it’s the combination of electric guitars and vocals that verge on shouting that chase off that typical “poor me” blues feel that tends to turn me away. I’m no connoisseur of the blues, but this is one of the few blues albums that I enjoy. B+

I have short hair and I don’t go to many concerts anymore, but I’m lifelong metal fan. I still stand on the couch and play air guitar to music that gets progressively heavier with each passing year, and I still reflexively give the sign of the devil when I see something I like. Like any metal fan worth a salt, I’m inexplicably and obstinately defensive about the subculture that surrounds what is one of my favorite types of music. Metallica may always have a place in my collection because they advanced thrash metal by leaps and bounds with their first three albums, but to me, that band died long ago.

Instead of acknowledging the abomination that Metallica has become over the last two decades, I find it less painful to pretend that the entire band died in the bus accident that killed Cliff Burton in 1986. As delusional as it may seem, I like to think that instead of admitting the tragedy, the record company replaced the band with a set of look-alike pop divas who were instructed to do the best they could to fill the shoes of the metal giants. As time wore on, the outer metal coating wore away, and the pop divas underneath inevitably shone through. If we look at Metallica’s history, the delusion can seem more logical than the reality, and may shine some light on the reasons why I won’t get sucked into buying their latest release, Death Magnetic.

I was looking for a workout T-shirt today, and ran across the oldest concert t-shirt I own. When I put it on for these pictures, I was so concerned about it falling apart that I put it on over another t-shirt just to avoid getting deodorant on it. It’s from the 1988 Monsters of Rock tour and was a knockoff that I bought in the parking lot after the show because I didn’t have the money for an official one.

The three things that I can remember about the concert were:

1. It was the first time that my teenage metal ears heard Metallica, and I was completely blown away.
2. I got asked to go by my next door neighbor a few hours before the show because she got stuck with two extra tickets. I ended up playing tonsil hockey with a rather heavy young woman in the third row instead of paying attention to Van Hagar who played not more than ten feet away. Hey, for a pimply, four-eyed teenager with a mullet, it seemed like the right decision.
3. It was the source of the infamous, but partially incorrect mantra, “YOU SUCK, DAN DOKKEN!“.

Now, what’s your oldest T + three? Post a picture of your oldest concert T and give three things that you can remember about the show. If you can beat anything older than 1988, I will personally join you in a tall glass of Metamucil. Can anyone top 1988?

Despite being immensely popular, the unique sound that is associated with late 60′s / early 70′s soul was relatively short lived. Like Latin being replaced by Italian and Spanish, the soul sound of that time was overshadowed and eventually drowned beneath the waves of disco and pop R&B in the late 70′s and early 80′s. At a very early age, my parents cursed me with a love of classic soul, and like many fans, I have been left to listen to the same recordings over and over without ever expecting to hear something new from the genre.

Until now.

If there’s an award for the “The Best Use Of Puppets In A Video”, it should really go to the creators of this video. I give it four horns up. \m/ \m/

Enjoy!

Fat Ed’s Furry Fucking Guide To Metal Video

(If you couldn’t tell by the title, this is probably NSFW due to language.)

I’ve been doing a lot of research lately on the heavy metal family tree, and came across a really interesting, but virtually heretical question for metal fans:

Is Black Sabbath really metal?

A metal fan would instantly say “YES”, possibly, “fuck yea” or maybe even go so far as to break out their heretic choking hands, but is Black Sabbath really metal, or do we bestow them an honorary degree because they have made such a large contribution to Heavy Metal University?

The roots of the doom, stoner, and heavy metal genres can be traced back to Black Sabbath, so it’s difficult to argue that they wouldn’t deserve the honorary metal moniker. Unfortunately, if you kick back and listen to them with your brain instead of your cold, blackened heart, you may find yourself questioning whether they really are metal or not. Are they any more metal than Hawkwind, Blue Cheer or Iron Butterfly? It’s debatable, and those bands are commonly classified as “psychedelic rock” rather than heavy metal.

What about Led Zeppelin? If Black Sabbath is metal, then shouldn’t you throw Led Zeppelin into the category as well? Don’t think I didn’t see you cringe at the comparison. Whether you like ‘Zeppelin or not, you know that they share dark imagery and blues rock roots with ‘Sabbath. Led Zeppelin is blues rock and maybe hard rock, but they certainly aren’t metal.

Yet, no matter where you look up Black Sabbath, they are classified as heavy metal. While it could be argued that ‘Sabbath crossed over into the power metal genre during the Dio years, my personal heavy metal canon prevents me from even recognizing that version of Black Sabbath ever existed. From verse 66 of my heavy metal bible: “No Ozzy, No ‘Sabbath.”

So, I bring the question to you. Do you classify Black Sabbath as metal or not? If you do, what’s your reasoning behind it? If you don’t, why does everything written on them classify them as such?

What do you think?

This SNL skit is a couple of years old, but I just saw it for the first time a few days ago. I didn’t think that it was hysterical when I watched it, but since then, I’ve been randomly bursting out with “Blizzard Man… 1995″ or “We. Rap. All the time. Oh, we are so good at rapping!”. Once you’re done watching, I have a question for you…

Seriously. Where did this near obsession with learning to remix songs come from? And why am I doing it all manually with free tools like Audacity? And Why do I keep remixing the same song over and over? I wish I had answers, but this is what happens when you leave me home for a year without any deadlines.

There are a few obvious glitches in the mix, but it took me literally a working day’s worth of cutting and shifting little bits of audio in Audacity to get it this far. The vocals were changed from 120 BPM to 164 BPM, the guitar pitch was shifted down a full step, and I had to carve up a lot of both songs to get them to fit together. I still missed in a couple of spots, but I’m chalking this one up to a learning experience. I had to give up with a “good enough” before getting it perfect because there’s only so many times I can listen to the same two second clips over and over before I start losing my mind.

Enjoy?

Making Me Nervous (The Black Remix)

I’ve mentioned Brad Sucks before, and over the last few days, I’ve somehow gotten really interested in remixing stuff with free audio tools. I remixed a Brad Sucks track called “Making Me Nervous” and made a video for it just to prove to myself that I could do it with nothing but free tools. It’s not the greatest thing in the world, but hey, it’s done.

The only tools used for this were:

• Audacity
• Mixmeister BPM analyzer
• Hydrogen Advanced Drum Machine

Thanks to the free download of the “Making Me Nervous” source files, the job was mostly cutting, pasting, and arranging. The only thing that I actually had to create was the drum track, which contains a healthy dose of cowbell. The video is just a couple of minutes of video shot out of the sunroof with a cell phone, so the quality is on the low side, but you do the best you can with what you’ve got.

My “Making Me Nervous” Remix Video

If you want to hear the original version of “Making Me Nervous”, you can download it for free over at BradSucks.net. Brad encourages remixing of his stuff, and with so many free and relatively easy to use tools available, why not take a shot at a remix of your own?

It’s summertime, and all the surfers and hodads are once again sharing that sandy divide between land and sea. No matter which side of the divide you’re on, there’s nothing like some reverb soaked surf-strumentals to make that grey cubicle feel more like a day at the beach.

You won’t find any Beach Boys, Jan & Dean, or beach blanket nonsense here, because if it isn’t instrumental and filtered through a reverb tank, then it really isn’t surf. I know that there are people out there who like the Beach Boys, but if you’re going to call them surf, then you might as well call Jimmy Buffet surf. And call Winger thrash. And maybe wear a tin foil crown and call yourself “Lord Behemoth Roboto”, because if you’re going to live in a giant delusion, you might as well be the undisputed ruler of all that you survey.

Whether you’re into surf or just a hodad looking for something more than the nightly weenie roast, you can unleash the tidal wave of surf instrumental goodness by clicking on the green button below. Ten points goes to anyone who can name all the surf artists listed on my fake Surf! album cover…

Enjoy!

Matt Harding quit his job a few years back, and wandered around Asia until the money that he had saved ran out. At a friend’s suggestion, he filmed himself showing off his unique style of dancing in various places during the trip. In 2006, his video caught the attention of Stride Gum, who sponsored a six month trip to 39 countries for another round of dancing. In 2007, Matt got Stride to sponsor a second trip around the world so that he could film other people doing his dance with him. That idea transformed his video from a neat oddity into something that you can’t help but smile at.

Matt’s latest video is four and a half minutes of people from 42 countries sharing a brief moment of silliness, which is something that we all can use to remind ourselves that there is a big, fun world out there beyond bosses, bills, and baggage. It also should serve as a reminder that if your cubicle is sucking the life out of you, you’ll never know what strange adventures are in store for you until you turn in your ID badge and leave it behind.

Matt, if the unlikely event that you ever happen upon this page, thanks for making my day a few times over. This is awesome.

(found via Boingboing)

More information on where the hell Matt is now can be found at his website, wherethehellismatt.com

Doo Wop was a specific sub-genre of R&B that was born on the street corners of the 1950′s when city kids went beyond simple harmonies of the 1940′s and began vocalizing sounds that were traditionally created by instruments. They inadvertently created an entirely new style called Doo Wop that would become a major force in popular music for over a decade. The genre had peaked in popularity by the early 1960′s, but its influence extended into the electric style of the early Motown sound through groups like the Four Tops, Temptations, Isley Brothers, and others.

I spent a couple of days researching Doo Wop bands for this list, and even though I eliminated a lot of borderline acts with a fairly strict interpretation of what Doo Wop is, I still ended up with over 130 tracks. There should be a good balance between classics and rarities, but I didn’t grow up in the 50′s, so if you notice any glaring omissions, be sure to drop me a comment.

You won’t find Little Jon & The Teen Tones in the mix (I faked the picture from an old Atlantic 45), but you can listen to the Doo Wop playlist by scrolling all the way to the left in the player below.

Enjoy!

Brad Sucks – I Don’t Know What I’m Doing (indie): I do my best to thank people who link to me, so while tracking down the person who posted my beard quest to In4mador, I found that the poster had a website featuring his band, “Brad Sucks”. Because there is an armada of unknown bands that use the internet as a deep water dumping ground for cheaply produced musical trash, I can tell you that I wasn’t very excited about the possibility of wading into the auditory garbage pile that day. The guy did link to me, so even though I sort of sighed like “here we go again” when I thought about pushing play, I found it impossible to pass over an artist with such a self-deprecating, smirk inducing name, without at least giving his album a courtesy listen.

After I got through once, I found that it had the same appeal the second and third time through. My hair is too short and my pants are too high for me to consider myself to be an indie fan, but the way I Don’t Know What I’m Doing floats around an indie pop core instead of cutting through the center makes this an indie album for people who aren’t into indie. Some of the album has an acoustic singer/songwriter or even pop-rock feel, while tracks like “Making me nervous” and “Overreacting” have a definitely electronic base. It’s so varied that you never feel like you’re being sucked into another indie trap that will end up at the bottom of that pile of CD’s that you’ve been meaning to sell.

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Tipsy – Trip Tease (dj): Trip Tease is an oddity by a San Francisco DJ outfit that uses space age pop as a basis for their samples. It seems like a novel concept, but when it was released in 1996, there were a fair number of people doing exactly the same thing because of an easy listening and lounge revival. The only other album I can remember in this style from the time was an album called Sacrebleu by Dimitri From Paris, which I. Fucking. Hated. That album shut me off from the style because it wasn’t done right. This one is. If you were ever into space age pop, it’s pretty cool to hear all the different samples mixed together coherently. If you weren’t ever into space age pop, it may not hold the same interest without the mental gymnastics of trying to recognize the samples as they swim by. Is it an interesting oddity to have in your collection? Yes, definitely. Would you take it to a desert island with you if you could only take 25 albums? Probably not, but it’s put together really well for both turntablist and space age pop fans who are looking for something a little different. B

Antonio Carlos Jobim – Wave (bossa nova): You may not recognize Jobim by name, but almost everyone is familiar with a little bossa nova tune called “The Girl From Ipanema” that took the world by storm when Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto recorded it on their album Getz/Gilberto in 1964. Jobim not only wrote the music for that tune, but he’s credited with writing most of the songs on that album. Jobim was a native of Rio de Janeiro and the sleepy, smooth sounds of bossa nova were his playground. For many, Wave might remind you of being trapped in an elevator in 1967, but to me, it’s an awesomely relaxing ride that transports me to a place where I’m smoking a pipe and looking out over the city from behind the plate glass of my wall-sized picture window. With one hand in the pocket of my smoking jacket, I wonder who the beautiful woman is swimming downstairs in my pool, but I can’t be bothered to investigate because women like that tend to only lead to more questions… B+

When Mike sent over an old commercial for a weird kids’ toy called the Swing Wing, my first thought was, “Monkey? check. Elephant? check. Soundtrack? Meh. If this toy only had a big name band doing its jingle, it could’ve been as big a fad for the head as hula hoop was for the waist.”

It didn’t, so it wasn’t, but thanks to some creative individuals out there, the Swing Wing may still have a chance at catching on with pre-headbangers, tiny hustlers, and kids who are on the “E”. Or the “X”. Or whatever the kids are ingesting that makes them swing around glow sticks these days.

The Swing Wing Thrash Remix (featuring Slayer)

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Valient Thorr – Legend of the World (rock): This, my friends, is what I have been looking for: something with enough driving intensity to trick me into playing air guitar in places that are a little too public for air guitar. This 2006 release from Valient Thorr is similar to the straight rock of the Hellacopters in some respects, but with a more driving, and purely American sound. Thanks to old school rock breakdowns that drag you down like a giant squid and then body slam you onto the shore when you resurface, the dynamic power of this album has made it one that I continually return to. If the energy of this album doesn’t get your blood pumping, then corporate America has dried your bones and left you for dead. This is denim jacket with no sleeves and a patch on the back rock n’ fucking roll. I’m not even going to mention that the band supports the National Kidney Foundation or that they have a collection of the baddest ass beards that I’ve ever seen in one band. Whoops. Well, they do. ROCK. A-

Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings – 100 Days, 100 Nights (soul): Even though this album was released at the end of 2007, it has the feel of an album that should’ve been released 40 years prior. This is the third release from the queen of New York neo-soul, and it’s a living museum that even a hardcore Motown fan would have a hard time believing was made so recently. I can’t help feeling like I should be listening to this on a transistor radio while laying on a beach blanket on a warm summer day when gas was low and hemlines were high. It has that easy, grooving feel of the summer beach day when all of what you’re feeling is expressed in your smile. For a kid raised on Motown, it doesn’t get much better. This is just that good. A-

I was a city mouse who was raised on soul. #1GF! was a country mouse, and no matter how much she denies it, she was raised on both kinds of music: Country and Western.

#1GF! might deny her musical roots, but classic country has earned a special place in my CD rack. When I’m slow on the draw and I need somethin’ to chaw, it’s not the tight pants wearin’, goatee sportin’, WWF lovin’ country of today that I’m after. It’s the classics: yesteryear’s harmonies of heartbreak and melodies of melancholy are what I need to get me back in the saddle.

If you’re ten gallon hat is feeling five gallons flat, click the little green button below.

Enjoy!

Warning: Before listening to this playlist, check with your doctor if you have a history of alcoholism, depression, or bleeding in the brain from a head injury. If you have any of these conditions, you may not be able to use this playlist, or you may need to adjust your dosage accordingly. If after listening to this playlist you experience tearing of the eyes, consult a physician immediately because you may be suffering from a rare, but serious side effect as a result of very specific type of heart ailment.

If this is it (oooh wop), please let me know. Well, this is it, folks. The final edition of Finetune Friday. It’s been going on for a year now, and this month’s theme is putting out any playlists that you’ve been itching to get out the door.

Over the last 12 months this has been an experiment in communicating with each other through sharing music. It was a lot of fun, but coming up with playlists that fit within my themes could be a challenging and time consuming task. I know that some lists took me hours to put together, and some of the more complicated lists took me days. The following people stuck with it every month and dedicated the time and effort into compiling lists that we all could enjoy, and I think they deserve a little something for the effort. So when they die, on their death beds, they will receive total consciousness. So, they got that going for them, which is nice.

Thanks for playing along, folks. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.

The Kings and Queens of Finetune Friday

12+ FTF’s
Me.
I’m the king (boomboom boom boom), but I don’t get credit because it was my gig. No soup for me.

11 FTF’s
K
She only missed The Mr. Men Edition. That’s it. “The Ballad of Dirk Diggler” from FTF: Sex was probably my favorite, followed by “Metallicar”, which was submitted for the King Of The Road Edition.

M-Shel
M-Shel also only missed the Mr. Men Edition, earning her place in the royal hall of Finetune Friday Fame. I think my favorite list of M-Shel’s was Hittin’ the Road, but her Christmas Holidaze list made me chuckle, too.

9 FTF’s
Christina
Christina participated in 9 of the previous 12 FTF’s, but she put out two playlists on the cinematic character list, which really should give her the bump up to 10 for the extra effort. That month, she submitted lists honoring both Damien and The Thing. Now that’s dedication.

7 FTF’s
Viv
Viv came to the party late, but has been involved with FTF without a break since December of 2007. My favorite list of hers is easily her contribution to the Science Fiction Edition, which she called “4e 65 72 64 63 6f 72 65″. The title and the entire description of this list was written in hex, which I made me burst out laughing. It’s bits of effort like this that made these things fun.

4 FTF’s
Geoffry

2 FTF’s
Digital Darryl
Tony

1 FTF
Sushi
Scott
Brian

#1GF!: What are you doing today.
Me: Practicing my beatboxing.
#1GF!: What?
Me: Practicing my beatboxing.
#1GF!: Oh no.
Me: Gahd. It’s not like I’m going to do it while you’re here or anything. I know the rules.

I’ve been a sucker for beatboxing since I first heard The Human Beat Box in 1984 a sucker for people who can beatbox, and Beardyman shows us the recipe to a perfect beatbox mix. This is what got me buh buh pft buh b’buh pft’ing for hours.

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