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Might as well...

 

I started watching Regular Show. Here's my rendition of Mordecai drawn in MS Paint. I have yet to see the Death Punch (or something like that) episode and my bro says it's the shit.

Old School

Just sayin'.

D.A.F. - Kebab Träume (1980)

Every once in a while I'll listen to a song that just restores my faith in music. Just another happy accident. The band is called Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. For some reason they sometimes shortened it to D.A.F. This single is from 1980 and I think it's their first ever. I'm not sure. YOU have google, too, so YOU look it up.

According to my last.fm, I had listened to this only once sometime ago, but I have no recollection of this, so I'm pretending I just discovered it. (I HAVE, however, listened to "Der Mussolini" an unhealthy amount of times and Alles ist Gut is  a damn good album. Sing it with me: "Der Rauber und der Prinz...")

"This girl is UP when the pressure is on."

It's okay to be shaken up a little, to be under pressure for a thousand different reasons, to be sensitive and emotional.

As long as you get back up again and prove that you're really a motherfucking badass. (And it's damn more awesome if you do it in a little pink dress.)

Shit. I'm gonna go listen to "What a Feeling" and watch this again.

If anyone asked me right now when's the last time I cried, I could give them a fairly recent answer.

She'd Run You Down

 

Exactly.

The Grand Poobah

The Golden Girls is my favorite sitcom of all time. My DVD boxes are falling apart because I've seen every season so many times.

Nobody could deliver a line like Bea Arthur (Dorothy, in the middle) and this clip shows how amazing she was. When she died two years  years ago I cried as if someone close to me, like my own grandmother, had died. I've been watching the show over ten years now and I can watch marathons still. It just never gets old. (Although the ladies did. All are gone except Betty White. And as much as everyone loves her these days, Bea really was the center, the rock of that show.)

This is the type of sitcom I would love to write for. You just needed a living room, a kitchen and four amazing actresses to deliver one great line after the other. They were able to engage an audience with zero gimmicks. You can close your eyes and STILL laugh. I think all great sitcoms are like that, great radio shows in disguise.

Here's my favorite Dorothy clip:

You could say she was the Grand Poobah of the Golden Girls.

About a Dream

I never talk about my dreams and usually hate it when others tell me about theirs. But last night I had one so awesome and so real, I just have to write it down here. I was in a very small car with other people (strangers to me, but I knew them in the dream) driving through a countryside.

The road was full of curves, and everything was so green. Flowers (violet and pink mostly) and trees and plants everywhere. I knew I had to be in Europe. But I wasn't sure where I was. We stopped for a little while to enjoy the scenery and drink tea from a thermos (??? and I don't ever drink tea) and then our trip continued.

It was late in the afternoon that we saw it from afar. The Louvre and it's giant glass pyramid. I then knew (me in the dream, not me in the car--- if that makes sense) that I was in France. My friends and I were on a road trip to Paris. I remember feeling the excitement of finally arriving and I said that it was so much more beautiful in real life. We got out of the car to admire the pyramid, just waiting for the sun to go down so we could see it all lit up and when it was,  it was so beautiful....

We hung around the plaza a little bit but we would actually be going inside the Museum in the morning.

It was so real. I've only been to the U.S. and Puerto Rico, but now going to Europe seems likes such a feasible goal. Only because I feel like I've already been there. It absolutely makes no sense. But there it is. My dream.

Telex - Moskow Discow (1979)

I had listened to this before, but it wasn't until today that I got the 12" Maxi mixes. You know it's a good tune when you start listening to remixes of the same song time and time again and don't get tired. So basically it's a band from Belguim singing about Russia in French. I'm not sure what they're singing, but I assume it's about a disco. OR about dancing disco. In Moskow. And that it's freezing up there and it's the Cold War and Brezhnev blows. (Nothing says Soviet Union quite like a cowboy smoking a cigar.)

That's my assumption. I'm sure I'm not too far off. It's 2am so who cares...

Another post about a mouse.

This is from a TERRIBLE movie called Zapped! from 1982. I should've known it was going to suck balls the moment I saw Scott Baio in the credits. I could only watch the first few minutes before I shut the computer and contemplated how the producers of this film got up every morning and started their day thinking "I'm going to the set to work my film called Zapped!"

I hope they've had their memories erased by some sort of medical procedure so they can forget ever being involved in such a project. And they should call me so I can erase mine from watching it.

The mouse was the most interesting part of the film and he could out-act them all, even underwater.

I blame myself for staying up so late that night and going on a Netflix search frenzy.

Never again.

Azul y Negro - The Night (1982)

I pretty much just discovered this track in one of my usual random internet musical searches. Does the intro sound A LOT like the Party Boy song from Jackass? Maybe. Still that doesn't take away how awesome this song is. An incredibly catchy tune from 1982.

What's more remarkable is that it's from the Spanish duo Azul y Negro. I am so used to the Italian and German sound, it's easy to forget there's so much more out there.

A New Start

A new start. And there's really no better way to open up this blog again than with Sparks and "Tryouts for the Human Race."

Enjoy.