Elvis From Hell

Apparently before Frank Black there was Jeffrey Lee Pierce. A front-man of L.A. post punk band, who rips your soul out and makes your body move like a spider monkey. Mix of blues, punk, and a little nice early 80s flavor that makes your ears bounce like Snoop Dogg's hydraulic, vintage Pontiac. I myself almost broke mine knee caps by bouncing on the floor to fifth track For the Love of Ivy. Basically if you wanna just stop feeling pain listen to this sex beat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXiAMfjybx4&feature=related

Also 80s might be good for music, but that decade has nothing to do with oldies. Actually 80s sucked in overall, except for like Rap music and some ridicules post-punk, other then that shit went down the gutter with shoulder pads. So all the oldies stations, which think that 80s should be included into the playlists, think again or stop swallowing melatonin like it is Skittles and let the 80s stations walk in the dark woods.

DJ Moonsake

On a similar note

Similarly to our long-legged Amazon Lady, I've found some comic greatness (watch top to bottom):

DJ Dead Bunny

Midterms Week - Time for a Novelty Band

HEY SHITFOOTS,

Happy midterms week!

Here's my new favorite novelty band, Cheese On Bread.

I think their name says it all.

Watch them! Turn that frown (noose) upside down (into a lovely game of cat's cradle)!!



:) :) :)

Love, DJ AMAZON

http://www.cheeseonbread.com/

A little Respect

I'm thinking we all need a little love in our lives (I know I certainly do) so in honor of this thought I'll provide you all with a little flashback:

xoxo,
DJ Dead Bunny

AMERICA'S Blog

Greetings Ear Fartsies,

There's something you all should know.

23-year-old Meghan McCain (John McCain's daughter, duh) now has her own music blog, McCainBlogette.com.

It's no Ear Footsie, but it's certainly cooler than the Republican platform as a whole.

Here's her latest (sorta) masterpiece, "Blogette Playlist Volume 7: Back on the Road":

Boy Like a Timebomb - Noonday Underground - Surface Noise
O Valencia! - The Decemberists - The Crane Wife - The Crane Wife
EMI - The Sex Pistols - Nevermind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols
Club Foot - Kasabian - Club Foot Single
Connection - Elastica - Elastica
Ramalama (Bang Bang) - Roisin Murphy - Ruby Blue
Against I - Bad Brains - I Against I
Ruby, My Dear - Thelonious Monk & Coleman Hawkins - The Best of Thelonious Monk
Bam Bam - Sister Nancy - Stalag 2000
Modern Girl - Sleater-Kinney - The Woods
Cruise Your New Baby Fly Self - Girls Against Boys - Cruise Yourself
All My Days - Alexi Murdoch - Time Without Consequence
Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Pts. 1-5 - Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
Hong Kong Garden - Siouxsie and the Banshees - Once Upon a Time: The Singles
Moss - GusGus - Afterhours 3 (Deluxe Edition)
Dudley - Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Show Your Bones
Punk Rock Girl - The Dead Milkmen - Beelzebubba
Run Run Run - Phoenix - Alphabetical
Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley - Under the Blacklight
The Funeral - Band of Horses - Everything All the Time.
Glory Box - Portishead - Dummy
Please Be Patient With Me - Wilco - Sky Blue Sky

Really, the girl's not half bad. Maybe one day she'll consider writing for Footsie. Until that day, I shall remain the blog's porn-faced poster child.

I am just as sexy as those McCains.

Love, DJ AMAZON

http://mccainblogette.com/

Just wanted to share

Here's a little ditty from both the Klaxons and Rhianna. So great, love that they collaborated. For a little background, this is them playing @ the Brit Awards.

I feel a little bad that the Klaxons were more a part of the background...

DJ Dead Bunny

Hiya

I want you to be crazy cause you're boring, baby, when you're straight.

So it's Miss DJ Dead Bunny again.

I'm here to tell you about the loverly Canadian guy +band that is Sam Roberts. I was first introduced to them way back when the days used to be warm (with humidity) and sunny, yes, at Lollapalooza '07. Now, let me tell you, they are some cuties. They've got the whole shaggy hair, comfortable rock-ish clothing down. Check 'em out (and click on the actual image for the whole effect):

So, I guess you could also classify them as a 70's inspired rock band, there's this certain comfort they've got going on. They have a tiny psychedelic sound, but also the edge of full on rock 'n roll. Two of my favorite songs of theirs is "Bridge to Nowhere" and "An American Draft Dodger in Thunder Bay." They've so got it down, and I think they deserve more publicity. An added bonus, one could practically become high off the other patrons' weed fumes. So just check out their album (ie procure) and dream about those warm breezes on your face, with some chucks on your feet, denim cut-offs, and a v-neck. They're coming soon enough, but why not have the tunes that go to it now?


+Here's a little linky to their music video page:
Sam Roberts' Official Page Music Videos

toodles,

DJ Dead Bunny

Funky Grooves

Midwest Funk: Funk 45s From Tornado Alley (Compilation)

We cannot wait till tomorrow.

Tell Her

What-cha Feel Is What-cha Get.

A Day In The Life with this funky, soulful proclamation that will bring the Mr. Machine back into snow white like grits life. 

Take a ride on an avenue of your dreams, while the speakers of your car are covering you with constant bass.

Buy It

DJ Moonsake

Discover yer Roots with the Young Marble Giants

GREETINGS EAR TOOTSIES,

The day started out FAB for me- I slept through my 8 a.m! I ate a a perfectly ripened banana! I even pumiced my feet!

Then I accidentally dropped my ID into the toilet. (That’s a necessary “accidentally.” I know about all you Intentional Toilet Droppers out there. Sickening.) Major day foul.

Which is why I’m taking this opportunity to lift my spirits (and I suppose my ID) with a mention of some happy retro music. Introducing Young Marble Giants- extremely influential, known by few.

The Welsh post-punk trio formed in 1978.
Then I guess they just experimented with some low-tech drum machines and shitty synthesizers and, oh geez, would I be crossing the line if I said they came out with “gold?” Because they are really marble, see? LoLZ!

YMG released their one major album, Colossal Youth, in 1980 on Rough Trade records. The album is pure and simple experimental sound that, somehow or another, proves prophetic.

Listen. You’ll hear its echo in music from all of indie pop’s sweethearts- Yo La Tengo, Belle & Sebastian, Stereolab. ESPECIALLY Stereolab.

YMB is like Stereolab understated by a factor of 10 million. Incredible.

Here’s a video of them performing “Colossal Youth:”






Ahhhhhh, I no longer feel like I’m swimming in toilet juice.

Love, DJ AMAZON.

Hidden Cameras + Projectors

Out of order post, but i find it appropriate:

I just re-discovered a wonderful music video for the group "The Hidden Cameras" by a fantastic artist who visited one of my classes last spring semester named Daniel Barrow

check it out:



Lieben,

DJPJ

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Ok, DJ Dead Bunny, friday morning...

Today's not technically my day for writing, but I think it's time to pour my heart out onto the bloodied trampled floor.

I've been in a foul mood all this week, not really sure why because everything's gone on just like normal. That might be why, I'm sick of the normalcy... So I'd been thinking about how as of recent I've been listening to only my newest purchases, giving them a try; and then last friday while I was silk screening, a kid in my class turned on some nice blues... nothing obvious, but I couldn't even recall a name. So I got to thinking that I needed to down myself in my comfort music. I don't know, there's something about listening to Al Green and Otis Redding that just put me at ease.

Love and Happiness just gets me every time. I just love it. I mean, I grew up listening to Al Green, so I know them all (at least from my family's Greatest Hits album) and listen to the album in its entirety. I don't know... you know that feeling you get when you experience (or watch/read in my case) a great moment/showing of love... you heart beats harder and you can't help but squeal? That's kind of how I feel when listening to Al Green's Greatest Hits.
As for Otis Redding, I absolutely love Try a Little Tenderness. I guess I just love songs ending in -ness... but yeah. It reminds me of the oh so great scene of the 80's where Duckie serenades Andy.

I don't know... he just had an unconditional love for her. I guess I'm just being super sappy right now... but I'm alone in this world forever and always (except for my friends...) but I do love the song. Classic Rhythm and Blues just gets me there. Gets me through things, lame situations.

Either way, remember. When you get in a funk, like I seem to permanently be this week, just revert to your fail-safe music. The kind you grew up on. Whatever that may be, no judgement.

Stumbling Into Nets

Too much carbon monoxide in the water here.

Unfortunately, out of the finger lakes, Syracuse is the green thumb. Gangrene. Everytime I gush my Brita filter with a healthy dose of Onondaga Reservoir's finest, miniscule bits of charcoal rise to the surface of the straining cup. Who knows whats in there that I'm not seeing.

Thus, I'm finding that the more Syragua that one ingests, the more tense and upset they become.

The cure? Well, most folks around here defensively resign themselves to a heavy cloud of solipsism; locking their hearts away on the internet (case in point: Ear Footsie). In light of this, I have decided to pervade my uneasiness into every positive, inspiring, and mind-opening offering that lays available in the labyrinthine pages of this here internet.

How about this guy, Kyle Fields

Fabulous artist, fabulous musician, with a fabulous band "Little Wings"

Check them out here

Also:

AATOAA

They're a design/production group that collaborate to make film/video/web/music design for groups like The Arcade Fire, Glenn Gould, Rhizome.org, etc.

It's stumbling on these kinds of things that keeps me above the waterline so to speak, and until we figure out this mp3 posting business, its the best I can offer in my effort to counteract the chemical depression that leads so many people home alone to their beds here in Upstate NY.

More soon,

Love - DeeJay PeeJay

Victorian Ice

My car is dead. I drove to the woods to get some herbs for my dying dog, and I left the lights on. It is late night. The moon is pale and rain drops keep on hitting my face faster and faster. Because I love music so much I always have my ipod on me, however, sometimes I forget to bring my headphones. This time i did it again, i forgot the goddamn headphones. Music-less and without shelter in the wild, dark woods i have no reason to wait for the sun to rise above me. I start walking and I am playing PJ Harvey's White Chalk in my head. My lips are mumbling "what formally had cheered me now seems insignificant" the last lyrics of the opening song. My mind recreates jittery piano that makes my soul tremble in-front of one thousand year old oaks. My eyes picture simply sang complicated narratives. Through branches I see a moving sealing that PJ compares to conveyor belt. I think of my grandmother when I recall Harvey's cold to the bones voice. I am running out of breath. My breath is turning into smoke. I shall lay down and fall asleep by the mountain.

White Chalk is in stores now. You should buy it too, so PJ can buy a new dress.

DJ Moonsake

Old and Crotchety

Evening Babies,

Tonight I’m feeling worn. Tired. Shabby, but certainly not chic.

I feel like an old lady.

Naturally, all I want to do is go to sleep.

In honor of my decrepit state, I would like to introduce you all to One Foot In The Grave, self-anointed “Oldest Punk Band in the World.”

They hail from the retirement community of Sun City, Arizona, and their lead singer, JoDina Errichetti, is a ripe young thing at 67. Her day job consists of selling books (ANARCHIST BOOKS!) and globes (OF FIRE!) to schools.

In the band’s own words (kind of), One Foot is all about fucking shit up with their geriatric-slaying blend of Geritol and p-p-p-punk.


Their repertoire includes such favorites as “Menopause,” “Golf Cart Drivers from Hell,” and “Aches, Pains, Capital Gains.” Of course, they also cover such punk staples as “Sedated,” and “Sheena.”

Really though, I’ll take songs about ceding menstrual cycles any day. Any fucking day.

All I can say is that at 67, I hope I still know how to rock. Because every time I leave my rock arena, whether it’s for the land of academia or an extra-super-duper (+/- one more duper)long masturbation session, I only come out feeling old and tired.

Love, DJ AMAZON

http://www.onefoot.com/

A Special Endtroduction (cliche) + Word To Your Mother

Mr. Bombastic, Super Fantastic, Gonna Get Spastic...

Look forward to posts by this fella here: MC Asswipe.

He's our newfound long distance lover from SUNY Purchase, a fabulous musician, and an all around hip-cat in the realm of aural and rhythmic pleasure...

Each week, Monsieur Asswipe will be blasting out these extensive album reviews, so eat your heart out.

- DJPJ -

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The Lowdown on the Get Down:


THANGS FOR Y'ALL TO CHECK THE HELL OUT...



1) David Bowie – “Quicksand,” Hunky Dory (1971)


What might be Bowie’s greatest existentialist anthem of all still burns 37 years later. Obscure references to the Tibetan Book of the Dead and WWII politics propel the abstract “Quicksand” to an almost-E.E.-Cummings level of weird conceptualism. The lyrical content is full of phrases you have never yourself written and will never need to write, but you’re sure that they pretty accurately describe how sad you were when you were a teenager. There is a demo version that accompanies the remaster, offering a stripped-down, unfinished-sounding take on the same material. Honestly it’s even a little sadder.

Sandwiched between the two worst cuts on the record (“Kooks” and “Fill Your Heart”), this tune is often overshadowed by the prominence of tracks like “Oh You Pretty Things” and “Queen Bitch,” but I think it’s important to recognize it as an underrated classic. Matter of fact, this whole album is underrated. That is, except for “Kooks” and “Fill Your Heart,” which are terrible, terrible songs.

The importance of “Quicksand” is not to be understated; It survives as the ominous precursor to the entirety of the metaphor that is “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust…” Putting the latter next to “Hunky Dory,” it’s pretty evident that this is the iceberg that the drug-addled self-analysis of “Rock n’ Roll Suicide” was the retrospective tip of, 6 months later, without the troubled allegory of the Ziggy character, and without another 40 minutes of recorded material.

FOR FANS OF: Nietzsche, heroin, makeup on dudes, definitely makeup on dudes.



2) Chris Potter’s Underground – “Train,” Follow The Red Line: Live At The Vanguard (2007)


I really and truly believe that the only people qualified to write about jazz are Jack Kerouac (dead) and Amiri Baraka (unavailable to help me with this review). So fuck it. Chris Potter has, as of late, become my favorite saxophonist, as well as everyone else’s. He combines the genuine melodic “outness” of Dolphy or late Coltrane and the motivic development of Sonny Rollins with a kind of angular rhythmic precision that is reminiscent of a young Mike Brecker, whose illest-mother-on-earth-throne he by all accounts ascended when the late innovator passed in January of ‘07. On top of it all there are subtle allusions to soul masters like Grover Washington and Maceo Parker…but neither of them ever came close to being as hip rhythmically or harmonically as Potter. Backing him up are Scofield disciple Adam Rogers, a veteran of gigs ranging from John Zorn to Elvis Costello, as well as Gotham mainstays Craig Taborn on rhodes and Nate Smith on drums, who between the two of them have played with everyone from bass legend Dave Holland to pop sensation and consummate kid-toucher Michael Jackson.

“Train” starts as a slow, soft 6/8 that eventually morphs into a dirty off-kilter funk groove, reminiscent of a wasted but well-educated George Clinton falling down the stairs. The interplay between Taborn and Nate Smith during Potter’s solo reminds me of the first time I heard Elvin and Herbie on “Witch Hunt.” Adam Rogers is nothing if not a love maker, but the ferocity of his playing reminds me a lot more of fucking than love making. He is at once raw and polished. A profound Hendrix influence shines through even in his use of traditional and modern jazz vocabulary.

This track is a great representation of a movement that critics- and even players- have had trouble accurately giving a name since it began sprouting in the downtown NYC scene a few years ago. It is characterized by free takes on post-bop harmony, hip-hop-influenced drumming, and Mahavishnu-rooted mixed meter (songs on “Follow The Red Line” range in meter from 5/4 to 11/8). But despite its complexity, a lot of it is legitimately down-home and bluesy, and truly digable on a visceral level, moreso than almost any other contemporary jazz record that I’ve heard in the past few years. It achieves what Herbie achieved with “Headhunters,” and what Miles was going for with “Star People,” but it is twice as raw and half as self-aware. I can’t in good faith try to explain it any further- just go out and buy this record.

FOR FANS OF: Barack Obama, Stella Artois, blowjobs.



3) Kanye West – “Good Morning (Intro),” Graduation (2007)


Kanye! What are you doing these days buddy? More importantly, what were you doing when you were supposed to be writing rhymes for this album? Anyone who is into hip-hop will agree- the beats are unreal. Yes they are. I copped the instrumentals, and they catch heavier rotation on my ipod than the mp3’s of the actual album. I just can’t get past chuckling at some of your silly ass lines. Granted, it must be hard to rap with Jay-z’s dick in your mouth, but come on. Some of these verses couldn’t make it onto a Lupe Fiasco album.

I was with you when you told me about Jesus walking. I was with you when you were talking about diamonds and bulimia, or something. I was all set to be with you on this album too…but Yeezy… “I’m like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary”? How am I supposed to put that on when other people are around?

The standout track on this record is the lead single, “Stronger,” which pulls the beat back and puts a slight Jay Dilla (R.I.P.) twist on a Daft Punk sample, successfully taking an electronica classic to the next level. I’m all about it- most hip-hop heads I know love this song even though they know Kanye is at the whack end of the stick, but a good deal of the less worldly cats I know hate it outright because of the Daft Punk rip, which I have heard compared to “punching your grandmother in the stomach.” Whatever the case, lyrics like “Let’s get lost tonight / you could be my black Kate Moss tonight,” will keep you drinking red bull and vodka until you pass out in a soup of gawdy jewelry and dance club date rape.

FOR FANS OF: Dr. Seuess, cocaine, overhyped records.

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S'all for now.

Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams,

- MC Asswipe -

Bloody Oneself

Hello Hello, DJ Dead Bunny once again.

So I'm going to write a little bit about what I'm sure we have all read about and maybe have listened to, the newly released, self titled, Vampire Weekend album.
I had heard a few of their songs around, well, I don't fully remember when I received a mix (more on this subject later) with some of their songs, but I fell fast in love. I believe, had they released this album sometime in the summer, I would have received it a little better, but it does help me look forward to warm breezy days drinking juice and walking around in flip flops. Oh do I want summer to come! But seriously, it's funny/great to think that these Columbia Grads got so big pretty damn quick too.

But as for mixes, I think there needs to be a resurgence. I mean, with all the technology we've got kids should be making more mixes and sending them off to friends, that's what'll help everyone hear some better music. Plus, its fun (and completely terrifying) to think about a person and what their tastes might be and how you can accommodate. It's always thrilling to receive too and get a taste of some new stuff. Or, at least you'd get to hear some tunes in a combination you'd never have chosen.
Maybe I'll have inspired some and find some cds on my doorstep?

Until next time,
DJ Dead Bunny