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andrew_jorgensenTuesday's mystery numbers are 6:07.
Today's playlist:
"Oliver's Army," Elvis Costello. Definite icon food here, though while I was first thinking of using it to further spread the "Spike represents British colonialism" meme, I'm now leaning towards either a Watchers' Council or an MI-5 image.
"B.O.B.," OutKast. Perhaps it's tainted by its association with a foreign policy that Big Boi has clearly repudiated, but it rocks, and "Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to manage a large multinational coalition and are prepared for a long period of intensive and sometimes frustrating nation-building" just doesn't scan.
"Come In Out Of The Rain," Parliament.
"Just Like Me," Paul Revere & The Raiders.
"Do You Wanna Get Funky With Me?" Peter Brown. Basement studio one-man-band funk on the cusp of disco.
"Get The Party Started," Pink.
"My Name Is Prince," Prince. For a few months after this was released, it remained true.
"Lipstick," the Buzzcocks. Back during my post-season five Buffy-obsessive period, I had a vision of Dawn bouncing around Spike's crypt to this. Of course, she'd steal the CD.
"You And Your Folks/23rd Psalm," The Blind Boys of Alabama. The old Funkadelic song, intercut with an intonation of the Psalm. It's quite chilling, but would work better had not Funkadelic spent the early '70s interrupting their jams with mock-sermonettes about "Our Father, which art on Wall Street" and "The Good God Big Buck" (in context, a reference to capitalism -- I hadn't considered, until typing this, that there might be another interpretation).
"We Are Neighbors," the Chi-Lites.
"Senorita," Justin Timberlake. Pharrell gets the best lines.
"Grits Ain't Groceries," Little Milton. "If I don't love you, baby, grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man." Symbolic Logic c3451x must have made a deep impression, for I keep feeling the compulsion to deny the consequent. I rather doubt I could get grits in my local Stop 'n' Shop; calling eggs "poultry" would contradict my stance on stem-cell research; and there's at least one sub-Clive Cussler novel on the best seller list that claims that the Mona Lisa is a self-portrait. (That said, I do love you, baby!)
"Mama Said Knock You Out," LL Cool J. This journal's subtitle, at least for the next few days.
Today's playlist:
"Oliver's Army," Elvis Costello. Definite icon food here, though while I was first thinking of using it to further spread the "Spike represents British colonialism" meme, I'm now leaning towards either a Watchers' Council or an MI-5 image.
"B.O.B.," OutKast. Perhaps it's tainted by its association with a foreign policy that Big Boi has clearly repudiated, but it rocks, and "Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to manage a large multinational coalition and are prepared for a long period of intensive and sometimes frustrating nation-building" just doesn't scan.
"Come In Out Of The Rain," Parliament.
"Just Like Me," Paul Revere & The Raiders.
"Do You Wanna Get Funky With Me?" Peter Brown. Basement studio one-man-band funk on the cusp of disco.
"Get The Party Started," Pink.
"My Name Is Prince," Prince. For a few months after this was released, it remained true.
"Lipstick," the Buzzcocks. Back during my post-season five Buffy-obsessive period, I had a vision of Dawn bouncing around Spike's crypt to this. Of course, she'd steal the CD.
"You And Your Folks/23rd Psalm," The Blind Boys of Alabama. The old Funkadelic song, intercut with an intonation of the Psalm. It's quite chilling, but would work better had not Funkadelic spent the early '70s interrupting their jams with mock-sermonettes about "Our Father, which art on Wall Street" and "The Good God Big Buck" (in context, a reference to capitalism -- I hadn't considered, until typing this, that there might be another interpretation).
"We Are Neighbors," the Chi-Lites.
"Senorita," Justin Timberlake. Pharrell gets the best lines.
"Grits Ain't Groceries," Little Milton. "If I don't love you, baby, grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man." Symbolic Logic c3451x must have made a deep impression, for I keep feeling the compulsion to deny the consequent. I rather doubt I could get grits in my local Stop 'n' Shop; calling eggs "poultry" would contradict my stance on stem-cell research; and there's at least one sub-Clive Cussler novel on the best seller list that claims that the Mona Lisa is a self-portrait. (That said, I do love you, baby!)
"Mama Said Knock You Out," LL Cool J. This journal's subtitle, at least for the next few days.
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Date: 2004-01-13 09:18 pm (UTC)Dude. You kill me. Kill me dead.
Hee!
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Date: 2004-01-13 09:23 pm (UTC)Nice icon! I'm jealous!
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Date: 2004-01-13 09:32 pm (UTC)superiorfaintly pretentious iconsha HA!
lol
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Date: 2004-01-13 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-14 09:51 am (UTC)Pharell gets pretty much the best lines in nearly everything he's in. I particularly like his part in Snoop Dogg's "Beautiful". Have you heard much of what The Neptunes has put out? Their album is ok. I like their work on other albums better.
Be still, my heart
Date: 2004-01-15 06:13 pm (UTC)Talk about taking me back to a former lifetime! I had such a huge crush on Mark Lindsay!