Hello, again. Welcome back.
So, last week I posted a video of Korn covering Radiohead. I feel I should make it up to you by giving you this.
Song: Karma Police (Radiohead, OK Computer, 1997)
Covering Band: Finch
Does Finch make up for Korn? I think so. I hope you agree.
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I don't like this expression. It ranks up there with 'Meteoric Rise'.
Well how about that? You came back for more. As a token of my appreciation, I present to you, this.
Song: Creep (Radiohead, Pablo Honey, 1993)
Covering Band: Korn
I know. Some of you may be thinking, Really Norte...Korn? But I used to like 'em a little in high school (mostly because of my step-brother), and I think they do a pretty decent job on this song.
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I've found the Avenging Narwhal playset.
Along with this...
...and this...
and THIS...
That's right. That's a Bacon Scented Bacon Print Tuxedo.
Mcphee.com is a magical novelty store featuring Breakfast Floss, Stress Freud, and Corn Dog Air Freshener.
Go there now and get me my Avenging Narwhal!!!
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Dear Santa/Anybody reading this,
Please get me this. Not necessarily for Christmas. Shoot, let's make up a holiday just so you have an excuse to get me one, k?
To whoever tracks this down and delivers it to me: I will give you a pan of brownies or other baked good of your choice.
That is all.
Last week, I put myself up to a fairly high standard of awesome. And while I can't necessarily guarantee that standard will be upheld, I'll certainly try.
So this week,I'm doing a long-time, personal favorite.
Song: Korobeiniki (Tetris Theme)
Covering Band: Ozma
Now, the interesting thing about this one is that the Tetris song itself is a cover. Originally, it was an old Russian folk song about a farmer going to market.
Want to keep learning? Go here.
The More You Know...
That is all.
This is only a test.
Had this been an actual blog, you'd have already been smirking at my wit.
We now return to your regularly scheduled interwebs.
That is all.
To start off Monday Mix-Up, I give you a quadruple dose of awesome. Ready, GO!
Song: Where Is My Mind (Pixies, Surfer Rosa, 1988)
Covering Band: Placebo (w/Frank Black)
That is all.
(EDIT: This is my 100th post! WOO!)
Since meeting him about 4.5 years ago, it's become apparent that thePatrick and I operate on a very similar wavelength.
We like most of the same bands.
We complain about the same crap.
And his 'jugga's sound sweet with my 'meedley's. (I promise that's not as dirty as it sounds)
Want one more? Check out his vs. my Veteran's Day blog...
Anyway, the point of this isn't to get all sappy and junk. It's to say that he has started a weekly post cleverly titled Music Video Friday, and that I was planning to as well...right before I saw that he did. Except that I hadn't had my day of the week picked yet. So he wins this round.
But am I going to not do what I had planned? Fark that. I'm still gonna do it. But with a bit of a twist. See, I'm rather giddy and otherwise schoolgirl-esque when it comes to covers. So to counter, I'm announcing the arrival of Monday Mix-up.
So there it is. I've got a good'un for Monday. (Actually, I was so excited for it I already put it up on Facebook...whoops.)
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Dear Swine Flu,
You've had your fun. Now it's time to go. You tried your best to thin our population. You really did. Unfortunately, you were hyped more than was necessary and although you ARE finished, people are still worried about you. Shame on you. Hang up your cape and cowl. Let the residual fear die.
I write this because I just got sent home from work. Because I'm sick.
Let me clarify. Because I have a sore throat and congested headache. And my boss (not so much his fault - company policy) had me call someone in on their day off. (sorry Brandon).
I'll repeat: I have a sore throat and a headache due to sinus congestion. I've gone to work (and worked my entire shift) while a stone's throw from death. And I'm not talking about talking about a stone thrown by an Olympic shot-put champion. I'm talking about one tossed carelessly by Yours Truly.
So please, Swine flu, just go away. Let us get ready for the next faux-pocalypse.
That is all.
Norte
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Dear People Who Rant/Complain About MTV,
Shut up.
Yes, I don't like it either. But it's time to accept it.
You've denied it.
You've been angry about it. (and then complained about it)
You've thought you could change it, somehow. (by complaining about it, apparently)
You've been sad about it. (probably because no one listened to your whining)
But you haven't moved on from there. You seem to have regressed back to anger. And stayed there. For ten years.
Let them do what they want. Don't watch.
But please shut up.
That is all.
Norte
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Dear Members of Tokio Hotel,
What in Zeus' balls are you?
That is all.
Norte
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Dear Smart/Clever/Not-Completely-Stupid People.
Keep on keepin' on.
That is all.
Norte
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Dear Guy-Who-Likes-Twilight
I hereby confiscate your junk. Report to your nearest butcher for the procedure. Go read some Michael Crichton or something...
Or if you really need a good vampire fix, Anne Rice will leave you smiling and satisfied.
Ladies, you may continue to enjoy these books if you ABSOLUTELY MUST. But if you search your souls, you may find that you're already ready to move on.
That is all.
Norte
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Ok. I'm done for now. If I've offended anyone, bite me.
That is all.
