We’re going to try something that’s never been done before. This is like climbing the Mt. Everest of blogging. We’re risking extreme carpal tunnel syndrome, debilitating LOLspeak and possibly even breaking the internet.
I’m calling it a micromusiclivebloggasm and you are the first ones in history to witness it. Does that perk up your nipples or what?
I’m starting a new movement called the Campaign to End Flouncing. To celebrate this new political network that is sure to sweep the internet, I’m gonna hit you with some lyrical dopeness. Enjoy.
Whether you’re gettin’ your drink on in that saucy little skirt tonight, cleaning the kitchen because you finally have some free time, or nerding out and watching sci-fi on Netflix, I’ve got some jamz for you. ‘Cuz I love you guys. But really because I want you to be super impressed by my impeccable taste in tunes.
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Sex playlists can be a tricky thing. Obviously, the drunker you are, the less it matters. With four Lagavulins in me, I could get my groove on to Threnody For The Victims Of Hiroshima.
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I haven’t done a music post in a while so let’s get down tonight. Here’s a selection of tasty dance music. Get your glow sticks ready, strap on your Pikachu backpack and start melting the Vick’s Vapo-Rub because it’s gonna be a workout.
Here are 10 dance choons I’m digging right now. I wish I could say these are all the newest tracks of the moment, but most of them are six months to a year old (that’s fucking ancient in the dance music world).
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Well let’s go back a ways for today’s FBF, shall we? Back to the greatest decade in American history, the 1970s. The 60s were serious business and by the 70s American music fans were looking for a break from songs about politics and social problems. This created a huge market for the peddalers of bubble gum pop. The results were not always the most profound music, but there was a sense of fun that was missing in the 1960s. Here are a couple of samples.
Welcome one and all. I finally decided to show a little initiative and come up with an actual post for the site, as opposed to the usual random snarky comments & YouTube videos that I am (not) famous for. And to think, my high school guidance counselor said I wouldn’t amount to anything in life. WHO’S LAUGHING NOW, MRS. DWYER? I AM, BECAUSE THIS EPISODE OF ‘SANFORD & SON’ THAT I’M WATCHING IS HI-LARIOUS. As you can see from the title above, today’s article will be about music. Specifically, metal. Now I realize a lot of you may not exactly be the biggest fans of the genre, but I hope that you will give the following songs at least one listen. If you really like what you hear, I also have a music blog where I post albums daily, from all sorts of genres. You can find the link for the site in my profile.
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Dorky songs on your workout playlist! C’mon, we all have them.
What’s on your workout list?
If you’ve read my article about me boxing, you know I get INTO that shit. I like songs that pump up and kick ass.
Tops on my list:
I’m sorry, was that last one out loud?
Who can forget the first time they saw five attractive but slightly different looking men reaching out from the radio or TV screen and begging you to be their girl? Truth be told, boy bands have been around for a very long time. The Jackson 5 was technically a boy bad and one that actually played their own instruments (or get beat by Crazy Old Man Jackson). The brilliance is undeniable (oh and look who shows up at the end of the video).
My favorite boy band of all time (yes, I know all the choreography of this video by heart) is New Edition. Not only did they have so many great hits starting with “Candy Girl,” but they broke up to give us the wonderment of Bobby Brown – BOBBAAAAYYYY!!!!, Bell Biv Devoe, a sensitive Ralph Tresvant and later Johnny Gill, my my my.
Then these guys came along acting like they invented the boy bad. To be fair, the reaction to them was like they invented the boy band. Seeing them in concert – I had a good reason – what just that because I could not hear a single thing over the constant shrieking of prepubescent girls…and their moms.
