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Moonbug - Starry Sky YEAH! (Capsule vs Daft Punk vs Beastie Boys)
This is so fucking fun. I have two hours to kill until I embark on this adventure, so I’m making as much noise as I can (ie this may or may not damage my speakers), wish me luck :|
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I Need a Dollar by Aloe Blacc
The theme song to HBO’s How To Make It In America and track 5 off of the Kid Cudi, DJ Green Lantern and Broke Mogul mixtape of the same name.
Love this.
Michael Scott: You’ll notice I didn’t have anybody being Arab. I thought that would be too explosive…no pun intended. But I just thought, ‘too soon’ for Arabs. Maybe next year. The ball’s in their court.
Found item…
Here’s a recording I made in my studio one day, a cover of Marvin Gaye’s “Inner City Blues”… one of the best Marvin tunes, in my opinion. The beat is from one of Billy Martin’s “Illy B Eats” drum loop albums. I don’t remember what the guitar setup was but it had a really grimy harmonic thing going on where it almost sounds like a harmonica.
The tunes I played with Jay-Z at the Garden last year really turned my head around on the sound I want to go for. Hip hop with sweeping chord changes and a guitar approach that’s really gritty and bluesy. I’m already gearing up in my head for the next time I hit down in the studio. Getting back into the MPC, slicing up old records, creating beats and then trying to find the chord structures and melodies that stick to it the right way. The next album is a return to the blues x soul x pop x guitar mentality.
Enjoy… I’ll leave it up for a few days.
JM
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How would a Jeep sound like? Here.
Dwight: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.
OH FINE, ill chat with you. UGH.
From this video on chat roulette, which showed that being a hot lady brings you masturbators and guys who want to sing Wonderwall to you
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