It haunted me during the most memorable scene of the latest Mr. Robot (which is getting too high on itself, or eating its own tail or something).
Now I totally want to play this whole album while preparing Christmas dinner for some reason.
Meanwhile, it seems Billie Joe and crew are still making music?
Top notch performance by classically trained pianist and DJ extraordinaire, Enferno. He has a launchpad to launch his launchpad on the launchpad, if you know what I mean. At my peak, which was very short (and approximately 600 years ago), the best I could do was two Discmans, a dual tape deck, and two PS1s. This guy is so fucking awesome.
If you liked his song and have a love for Hova like I do, you also need to see this one:
Defining song of my youth, dammit.
YouTube hath provided ultimate percussion manna from the ether. I now present Kitchen Banger vs. Pipe Guy:
I’m snapping photos in between announcing for ICHS 2015 international conference at my faculty.
Video to follow.
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Which hack is Mad Maxier?
A. This tortoise shell guitar found at an obscure
ya-dong bar in Roi Et:
B. My old dirt-thrasher Tena (
the ) urusai-est Honda Tena in the world
This review of Wilson Silver Color Mist (apparently used as the chrome inhalant in the movie) made me bust a gut.
I can’t figure which tribute I like more (although I have a soft spot for Animal):