“Can 1-800-Pet-MEDS send horse tranquilizers and pain killers for the sick horse that I have. Did I mention I have a horse, and I can’t remember the Vet’s name? So this horse is in a lot of pain over here.”
Kenmeer, what makes Scott Walker even more interesting is he’s recording this kind of stuff in his 60s. Christmas dinner must be a blast at Grandpa Scott’s house.
You kids get nekkid and paint yourself in radio-reflective paint and dance on my lawn while I bounce radar off you and pipe it through this Tesla stack of Humbuckers!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, “The Millionaire Match Maker” followed by “Kell on Earth.” Brought to you by Sierra Mist Pig Shit Lagoon Lime and Coal Tar Pit Phizz, now available in a convenient snortable.
That Scott Walker album is about as dark and disturbing as it gets, I have a hard time listening to it.
Couldn’t find any suitable old Basil Kirchin on youtube, so hoping this Caspar will do. I dated a chick who looooved this guy’s stuff. Scary German guitarist, without being an idiot leather-and-hair-metal guy.
February 1, 2010 at 10:34 pm
You kids get nekkid and paint yourself in radio-reflective paint and dance on my lawn while I bounce radar off you and pipe it through this Tesla stack of Humbuckers
is my submission for comedy comment of the decade.
So far.
Your standards are disturbingly low. But, in gratitude, I share w/you this sourceless sentence that entered my head from the void a few weeks ago during one of my more nearly comatose periods:
It’s like Darth Vader phone sex w/out heavy breathing
I don’t know what it should apply to, although if this were a year ago, McCain’s campaign might have provided a clue?
I love Scott Walker. Old and new.
Some other random dude on the internet said it first but I’ll repeat it. Jesse was Elvis Presley’s stillborn twin brother. You can hear the two chords from Jailhouse Rock followed by the two drum beats – just slowed waaayyy down. Blang-blang, pah-pah.
Maybe only Scott knows if there’s anything to this. But, if the song isn’t frightening enough to begin with you can add that to the mix.
February 1, 2010 at 7:21 pm
Jeff Buckley meets Angelo Badalamenti.
February 1, 2010 at 9:05 pm
Badalamenti: sounds like Italian for ‘cheesy wannabe blues singer’.
February 1, 2010 at 7:23 pm
How do you know this shit is out there? It boggles the mind.
February 1, 2010 at 7:30 pm
*pah* *pah*
February 1, 2010 at 7:32 pm
My short version of this song set to text.
“Can 1-800-Pet-MEDS send horse tranquilizers and pain killers for the sick horse that I have. Did I mention I have a horse, and I can’t remember the Vet’s name? So this horse is in a lot of pain over here.”
February 1, 2010 at 7:36 pm
February 1, 2010 at 7:38 pm
February 1, 2010 at 8:49 pm
Kléber and Kenmeer, take a fuckin’ break. Jesus.
February 1, 2010 at 8:55 pm
Yeah, just give up and let the terrorists win.
February 1, 2010 at 9:07 pm
But I *like* this Scott Walker Jesse! You kids get back here on my lawn!
February 1, 2010 at 9:37 pm
Kenmeer, what makes Scott Walker even more interesting is he’s recording this kind of stuff in his 60s. Christmas dinner must be a blast at Grandpa Scott’s house.
February 1, 2010 at 10:34 pm
You kids get nekkid and paint yourself in radio-reflective paint and dance on my lawn while I bounce radar off you and pipe it through this Tesla stack of Humbuckers!
February 2, 2010 at 12:42 am
Ironica was found dead tonight, shot in the throat by someone who, “didn’t get the joke.”
Ironica, 2002-2010, R.I.P.
February 2, 2010 at 12:45 am
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, “The Millionaire Match Maker” followed by “Kell on Earth.” Brought to you by Sierra Mist Pig Shit Lagoon Lime and Coal Tar Pit Phizz, now available in a convenient snortable.
February 2, 2010 at 12:47 am
I mean, I mean, Interpol and Animal Collective. I always get that stuff confused.
February 2, 2010 at 12:49 am
February 1, 2010 at 7:54 pm
That Scott Walker album is about as dark and disturbing as it gets, I have a hard time listening to it.
Couldn’t find any suitable old Basil Kirchin on youtube, so hoping this Caspar will do. I dated a chick who looooved this guy’s stuff. Scary German guitarist, without being an idiot leather-and-hair-metal guy.
February 1, 2010 at 7:59 pm
I feel car sick.
February 1, 2010 at 8:15 pm
I told you to puke before we left.
February 1, 2010 at 9:46 pm
The really good guitar starts at 7:05. Turn it all the way up, and your bleeding eardrums will make you forget about your stomach upset.
February 1, 2010 at 10:21 pm
I puked through my eardrums.
February 1, 2010 at 8:50 pm
WTF is this crap?
February 1, 2010 at 8:52 pm
The Mayans predicted this.
February 2, 2010 at 11:29 am
It’s like ‘The Residents’ on even more acid.
February 1, 2010 at 9:12 pm
As I Watched Kate Moss & Kierfer Sutherland Dance in my Dreams
February 1, 2010 at 10:20 pm
Lost Botticelli recently found
February 2, 2010 at 11:28 am
Okay I know it’s early and shit, but Kenmeer’s:
February 1, 2010 at 10:34 pm
You kids get nekkid and paint yourself in radio-reflective paint and dance on my lawn while I bounce radar off you and pipe it through this Tesla stack of Humbuckers
is my submission for comedy comment of the decade.
So far.
February 2, 2010 at 11:57 am
Your standards are disturbingly low. But, in gratitude, I share w/you this sourceless sentence that entered my head from the void a few weeks ago during one of my more nearly comatose periods:
It’s like Darth Vader phone sex w/out heavy breathing
I don’t know what it should apply to, although if this were a year ago, McCain’s campaign might have provided a clue?
February 2, 2010 at 8:45 pm
These videos are not epic enough.
February 3, 2010 at 12:07 am
You will not be disappointed
February 3, 2010 at 12:46 am
And finally:
When Ken Adopted Doughbob After Finding Jonah Starving in the Woods, Tended by a Pack of Bald Egos
February 3, 2010 at 10:05 pm
YMMdefV but eerie counterpoint is eerie counterpoint, eh?
February 4, 2010 at 11:15 pm
I love Scott Walker. Old and new.
Some other random dude on the internet said it first but I’ll repeat it. Jesse was Elvis Presley’s stillborn twin brother. You can hear the two chords from Jailhouse Rock followed by the two drum beats – just slowed waaayyy down. Blang-blang, pah-pah.
Maybe only Scott knows if there’s anything to this. But, if the song isn’t frightening enough to begin with you can add that to the mix.
February 4, 2010 at 11:19 pm
Far out.
February 4, 2010 at 11:22 pm
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/8764-the-drift/
February 4, 2010 at 11:17 pm