I’m now feeling like I belong on the set of Groundhog Day. 6 weeks have shuffled past and I’m still not back at work. Some people like to think that I’m lucky, but I guess they don’t like their job much, unlike me. On the plus side, I’m hoping to be released from my duty sometime this week. I’m hoping Thursday.
Today’s links are provided from a talented music producer/DJ by the name of Jakwob. Plug your headphones in and crank up the volume to blast away those Monday blues.
Die Antwoord represents South Africa Culture and that he’s a blend of different cultures ‘fucked in to one’.
Here is a lyric taster before you indulge in the Beat Boy.
Totally Psychic, Open Your Mind Quick As The Vibe Kicks
Moederfok It, I Skeem This Vibe’s Rou
Jislaaik Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Check Out This Hype Flow
I Go By The Name Of
N-I-N-J To The Motherfuckin A
Straining Your Brain Like Tv Static
Check Out The Phunky 3D Grafix
Rave Visuals, Enter My Digital Zone
As I Recite A Poem On The Microphone
I’m Scoping, 3Rd Eye Strobing, Mind Open, Sweat Streaming
Flesh Gleaming, Best Feeling, High-Energy Peaking, Deep Meanings
Freak When I See Things, Like This Chick In A G-String
Can I Touch You Friend?
This is exactly the kind of beats that I want to introduce to my sets this year.
But wait, there is more. Check out his website HERE. Brilliant.
Vampire Weekend, a band that crashed on the scene in 2008 drawing on the interchangeability of melody and rhythm found in major strands of African music.
Apparently it’s gem-like, mainly because it’s found inventive ways to do the same thing as before. HERE is a simple micro-site that allows you to listen, before you buy. I don’t think Contra is on spotify, so enjoy the link, and if your ears are pleased, commit to buy. I think it’s a grower.
The Internet is full of lying, utter cunts. There I was, happily thinking I was just about to experience a World’s first, FOOTBALL IN 3D, only to come across the sign below.
What the fuck?
The guy smugly said: “Sorry, we’re not showing the match in 3D. It was a lie on the Internet.”
I felt violated. Apparently Sky didn’t publish the locations, and it was some random cuntbag who started the rumours, to which I and 300 other people fell for.
So, did anyone have the pleasure of 3D? Was it good?
To be fair, at the end of the final whistle, I couldn’t give a fuck about 3D. 3-1 to United is all that mattered.
Right, off to court for another thrilling day of Jury Service. Below is a link that should help ease your Monday pain.
Football in 3D??? I’m all for technological advances, but I’m not sure about football in 3D. Imagine the corner kick; the penalty box is going to be BONKERS and I’m not sure if my eyes will cope. However, it will be interesting to see how smooth the game will flow visually. If you fancy joining me for a few beers, whilst seeing a first, and watching Man United totally destroy Arsenal, pop down to the George pub, in Liverpool Street.
I recently had a debate with The Lady, regarding trainers on the underground. More specifically, trainers wore with business attire. My initial reaction is blank, I don’t really give a shit, but then again I’ve never really paid attention. I’m always looking straight ahead, not down to the ground. However, I’ll compromise my posture during the next couple of days and share my thoughts later this week. Is The Lady right in saying it’s a fashion disaster, or is there a time when fashion becomes second place to comfortability?
Love is in the air, as we arrived in Venice. A short water taxi ride and we’re at our hotel: grabbing the keys and making a dash for the room…
[Watch the clip below, then read on]
The romance soon came to halt as my attention is now focused on this awful case of door abuse.
Why hasn’t anyone reported this to the owner?
Now the responsibility has involuntarily become mine; go downstairs to report the problem. Do I? Nope. We both end up standing outside our room arguing ‘after you,’ no, ‘after you’ and decided to act like twins having a coughing fit to camouflage the door’s unfortunate sound. No, it didn’t work, thus creating more noise; drinking a litre of wine wasn’t clever.
The final night had arrived and before our heads hit the pillow, we talked about the door, like it had been in the back of our minds since the first night. Should we do the British thing and mention it to the owner? It didn’t take too long to agree to leave it be. It’s apart of the furniture and gives the place character.
The keys were now handed back over, as the owner asked, ‘did you enjoy the room?’ We both nodded and shifted towards to the door trying not to look in his eyes and laugh. We walked past the room’s window and hear the door creaking once more, making us cringe, and thinking how we couldn’t subject our ears to it, ever again.
I feel this is just the base of a more underling issue; reporting an incident; helping people and not keeping yourself to, well, yourself. If you see a problem, act on it. Whether it’s a creaking door, a pothole, gang activity or even a naked man dancing in east London (see below, what a prick). Get involved and make this world a better place.
I’m going to email the hotel and let them know about the door. Just to make me feel better and act on one of my resolutions for 2010, practice what I preach.
Right, I better get ready for Jury Service. 2 weeks down, 2 more to go, yawn fuckity yawn, grumpiness 6/10.
