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? https://twitter.com/BJAofficial/status/759967717243834368
So I was talking about fake Absolut from Laos with the crew today, and it occurred to me that the last bottle of Heineken I had tasted a lot like piss, which is a trademark of the lowest levels of Thai brew (I’m looking at you, Red Horse). I wondered if people bother to adulterate/fake/fuck with tax stamps and lot markings on beer as well, and fired up the old Web Wombat (it’s an Aussie thang):
That video prompted this official response from Heineken: Tampering with Heineken® labels
Which led me to this vid:
The two stories aren’t about the same incident, andnowI’mgettingsleepysonowittyconclusionforthispost, sorry.
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: F*ckwithmeyouknowigotit
A Tribe Called Quest – People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm
One of the best lyricist combos, musical styles, and album names/covers of the 90’s… It was a time for exploration, and these guys were the pioneers!
This guy spends more time in the air than on the snow. Also, jumping over spinning helicopter blades? SRSLY?