When you hear a rumour about two of your hip-hop icons making their way to these parts next year, you can't help but get all warm and fuzzy and think back to those childhood moments, when you first discovered them, when life was simpler...ahhh...oooo...ommmm...
Doodeedoodeedoodeee...Uhhh, what was that? Where am I?
Oh well, look at this. It's a meadow. And look, there's Uncle Boogoo! He's the one who said to me back when I was a little urchin, "Boy, there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of...". And then he walked off, got himself a beer, and transformed into a pork chop.
Since then, I have never stopped in my quest to discover the conclusion of that statement. I have fought with lions, grappled with tigers and slept with bears in search of the answer to that hanging sentence. I have eaten in Italy, prayed in India and loved in Bali, and have even mastered the art of doing yoga while looking sexier than Julia Roberts.
So anyways, here I am! And I finally get a chance to ask my uncle what he really meant! Here I go...
Me: Hi Uncle Boogoo.
Uncle Boogoo: Hi, Macho Man!
Me: I've always had this question that I wanted to ask you for the longest time. It's been bugging me forever. And so since you are here, I thought I wanted to ask you now.
Uncle Boogoo: Well, ask away boy!
Me: Well Uncle Boogoo, the question is, you know when you said there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of", you just stopped. You never finished your sentence.
Uncle Boogoo: Oh I didn't?
Me: No you didn't. So I was wondering, what was the end of that sentence? By the way, you look like an awesome pork chop.
Uncle Boogoo: Thanks boy. Well, I wanted to say that there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of... hey, are you chewing on my ankle?
Me: Oh umm... mgdfffdfrfd...
Uncle Boogoo: What? My ankle tastes of pork?
Me: Grfosfffwfffssmm...
Uncle Boogoo: Why yes, I did season it with parsley, oregano and weed.
Me: Frugddfffwedddeeeeddfjekf.
Uncle Boogoo: Oh sure, you can start on my knees next. So did you still want to know the answer to your question?
Me: Frgguttettebatbttit.
Uncle Boogoo: Ok. Make sure you try my thighs, they totally rock.
New Found Glory -
Tennessee (Arrested Development cover) (from
Punk Goes Crunk)
Ah the prospect of this show excites me. I mean like seriously excites me. Unnaturally excites me. Any show dubbed 'playful sex' in Japanese is a show I want to go to. Never mind what it is about. Elephant on stilts? Sexy. Music? Yeah, it's absolute music to my eyes. Yep eyes, not ears. Why listen to playful sex when you can watch it? Why indeed. 
When you hear a rumour about two of your hip-hop icons making their way to these parts next year, you can't help but get all warm and fuzzy and think back to those childhood moments, when you first discovered them, when life was simpler...ahhh...oooo...ommmm...
Craziest rumor we've heard this week is that ballsy bluesy duo The Black Keys are due for a show over in these parts. It's crazy because it's either completely true, or that we are being lied to, and as usual, we are just believing it because it's so awesome. Not that it's fresh seeing as we believe all sorts of insane crap all the time. Like the other day, someone told me that you could buy a Tiger and Peacock hybrid animal in the pet store and we believed it and rushed there only to find thay don't have 'Tigercocks' available but instead they have 'crocockdiles' available.
Copeland
I just love the idea of side projects. Besides being able to seem something in a different light, it allows us the space to do something different from what I would usually do day-to-day.
Word on the street at the Sectoid haunt behind my house is that Birmingham duo Broadcast will be 'broadcasting' into these parts really soon. You know, kind of like how Megan will be Foxing into town after them. And how Paris will be Hiltoning when she is on town after Megan. Me, I'm just a pig that's going to be pigging on some pig soon.
You used to feel like a smoker
