Don't tell mom the babysitter's dead... Oh wait. I mean don't tell mom that those bodacious blasphemers -AKA Tung & Gruv- are back at it. Take a listen!
Showing posts with label C'est Musique Chic!. Show all posts
Showing posts with label C'est Musique Chic!. Show all posts
7/28/2014
Can You Believe This Song is 20 years old!?!!?
Is anybody curious about the 1990's yet? Or did 90's nostalgia subsume itself to the weight of carrying a grunge all these years? Here is my favorite rap song ever. From the 1994 movie soundtrack of 'Above The Rim' I present you....
Wait what?
Big Limpin? Did we get Rickrolled?
Big Limpin' from Mr. Dr. on Vimeo.
Wait what?
Big Limpin? Did we get Rickrolled?
Big Limpin' from Mr. Dr. on Vimeo.
7/23/2014
Sometimes It Snows In April.
It is April in Minneapolis. The sun is shining without a cloud in the sky. The temperature is 5 degrees fahrenheit. It is freezing. Its like the sun has reversed its natural function and is now sucking the heat from the earth instead of providing it. Its bright out. All the brighter to see your breath as it leaves your mouth and lungs and instantly frosts in the frigid air. Please Lord, you say, get me the heck out of Minnesota in April! I cant even begin to imagine what January is like here!
And now please enjoy our Minneapolis Royalty Hisself's song 'Sometimes It Snows In April'.
7/11/2014
Brand New Life- A live Freakboy #9 track from Whitey Wolfe's last performance in Colorado!
Dig Dig Dig Sean's Bass SOLOOOOOOOOOOO!
7/02/2014
6/26/2014
Happy 626 Day!!!
So I used to be in a band called 'Product 626’. Matt Loftin, David Arnold, Jonny Aderhold and myself. Today being June 26, it's really 626 day. I'll explain more as the day goes on. For now let's start off with some Product 626 music...
6/24/2014
Did You Say Mr. Dr.? Say No More!
Mama Told Me Never With A Blonde- a Mr. Dr. Track: http://t.co/4WLBWo38id via @YouTube
— Chica Chica Go Boom? (@chicachicagoboo) June 24, 2014
6/10/2014
6/06/2014
If you're in DC next week go see Dead Prez 6/14
You will not regret it.
Dead Prez- Hell Yeah (excerpt in orange) from Mark Demian on Vimeo.
DeadPrez.com is their official website.
6/03/2014
Devil v. America- A Mr. Dr. Demo Track.
June finds MISTERDOCTER in a patriotic mindset this year it seems... Enjoy the harmonies and relish the delicate dischord only a demo track can provide...
And yes, Mr. Dr. assured me that an Actual Boomvie for the completed track will be coming.
Soon?
I had to ask...
Sometime this month he said. Before the girl's next birthday.
Soon?
I had to ask...
Sometime this month he said. Before the girl's next birthday.
5/22/2014
I Used 2 Loooooove The Strokes!
No really. From 2001 until about 2007 I loved The Strokes unflinchingly. I Loved their albums. Loved their tones. Loved their hair and I Loved their attitude, or lack thereof. I loved their name. But Now? I'd like to blame their most recent, and perhaps final album, for my sense of unease bordering on Motherfucking Fear whenever I hear their name. Said album, 2013's comically and yet exactly aptly titled '80’s Comedown Machine' is not a great or even very good album, but it's also not the disaster most critics declared it to be. I like track 2 'All the Time' and the whole thing is barely 40 minutes long, which brings to mind the old aphorism oft repeated about Colorado weather and almost all Punk Rock songs. If you don't like the rain or that grating bass line?... just wait a minute. Things will change quickly.
Ouch.
So my closest male elder relative had a bad Monday last week. No make that a terribly bad Monday. He Suffered A... Hold on, He Endured? Or Had? Was attacked? No. He Was Stroked. He Maintained a Stroke? None of it sounds right because I'm still me and he is still mentally he, but this Stroke is our new normal. Our Monolith. But our Monolith didn't suddenly appear way out by Jupiter. It is right beside us, worming its way inside us, an unwanted Big Fucking Deal. Our Stroke Monolith. Ten days in, can I now consider it a Stroke of luck that he survived and wasn't just struck out?
His was/is an atypical stroke, one caused by a hemmorage in the brain rather than a clot. Imagine, one moment is spent sitting in an overstuffed easychair, relaxing in the lobby of a client's building. Another moment, not so distinct or identifiable as the next moment, but a later moment, part of his right leg decides that now is the time to take up Astral Projection. With the brained, unseeable aspect of his right leg having jumped ship, his physical leg may as well belong to the overstuffed easychair in which he sits. Because he cannot get up! And the leg is no longer responsive to the millions of increasingly frantic signals his brain is firing off.
And so this Stroke is a '70’s Comedown Machine'. And it too is comically exactly, aptly titled. For this is his 70th year on earth, and I would not attempt a more perfect definition for a stroke than 'Comedown Machine'. The last ten days have been sneaky subtle. They have been slow to differentiate themselves in our new normal. I can't discern any change in his condition from a week ago. The Doctors will not operate and I will not pray.
Ouch.
But this morning? My father, who is nothing like Darth Vader, this morning my father used the Force. And he used Apple iMessage. But mainly he used the Force.
Yep. Six inches of movement became monumental. Six inches was more magnificent than the breadth of the mighty Mississippi.
The kicker.
When I received this video iMessage I was lollygagging in bed, listening to music, pretending to be getting ready for the train ride to visit him at the hospital. It wasn't until after I watched the video twice that I realized what I had just seen. The immutable was muted. The leg had returned, even if just for a six inch visit. It took me another twenty seconds to bestir myself and realize what the ipod was playing on shuffle. It was the title track to The Strokes 2013 album '80's Comedown Machine'. Fuck it. I gotta keep loving The Strokes.
Ouch.
So my closest male elder relative had a bad Monday last week. No make that a terribly bad Monday. He Suffered A... Hold on, He Endured? Or Had? Was attacked? No. He Was Stroked. He Maintained a Stroke? None of it sounds right because I'm still me and he is still mentally he, but this Stroke is our new normal. Our Monolith. But our Monolith didn't suddenly appear way out by Jupiter. It is right beside us, worming its way inside us, an unwanted Big Fucking Deal. Our Stroke Monolith. Ten days in, can I now consider it a Stroke of luck that he survived and wasn't just struck out?
His was/is an atypical stroke, one caused by a hemmorage in the brain rather than a clot. Imagine, one moment is spent sitting in an overstuffed easychair, relaxing in the lobby of a client's building. Another moment, not so distinct or identifiable as the next moment, but a later moment, part of his right leg decides that now is the time to take up Astral Projection. With the brained, unseeable aspect of his right leg having jumped ship, his physical leg may as well belong to the overstuffed easychair in which he sits. Because he cannot get up! And the leg is no longer responsive to the millions of increasingly frantic signals his brain is firing off.
And so this Stroke is a '70’s Comedown Machine'. And it too is comically exactly, aptly titled. For this is his 70th year on earth, and I would not attempt a more perfect definition for a stroke than 'Comedown Machine'. The last ten days have been sneaky subtle. They have been slow to differentiate themselves in our new normal. I can't discern any change in his condition from a week ago. The Doctors will not operate and I will not pray.
Ouch.
But this morning? My father, who is nothing like Darth Vader, this morning my father used the Force. And he used Apple iMessage. But mainly he used the Force.
Yep. Six inches of movement became monumental. Six inches was more magnificent than the breadth of the mighty Mississippi.
The kicker.
When I received this video iMessage I was lollygagging in bed, listening to music, pretending to be getting ready for the train ride to visit him at the hospital. It wasn't until after I watched the video twice that I realized what I had just seen. The immutable was muted. The leg had returned, even if just for a six inch visit. It took me another twenty seconds to bestir myself and realize what the ipod was playing on shuffle. It was the title track to The Strokes 2013 album '80's Comedown Machine'. Fuck it. I gotta keep loving The Strokes.
5/10/2014
5/09/2014
4/29/2014
Aww Hell! A Mr. Dr. Video
Aw Hell!
If you were on fire I would not come
I would not walk jump skip or run
to you.
I would just let you burn and warm yourself inside. With us on the
outs still fine.
Selfie!
If you were drowning I would
go back in time and kill the
man who invented rope so there'd
be none for you.
That's what I'd do.
So please please do not
contact me.
Consider me beyond the grave and there's no psychics.
Actually consider me never to
have existed at all.
Not in your memories not
even in a blade of grass
that's been stepped on.
If you were on fire I would not come
I would not walk jump skip or run
to you.
I would just let you burn and warm yourself inside. With us on the
outs still fine.
Selfie!
If you were drowning I would
go back in time and kill the
man who invented rope so there'd
be none for you.
That's what I'd do.
So please please do not
contact me.
Consider me beyond the grave and there's no psychics.
Actually consider me never to
have existed at all.
Not in your memories not
even in a blade of grass
that's been stepped on.
4/07/2014
3/27/2014
3/25/2014
This Little Birdy. A MISTERDOCTER concoction
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