Our dear friend Chase Jackson, a.k.a. Death Knelly, has posted a video for his brand new song “DJ Lover”. Before anyone wants to start genre-branding, I’d like to throw out “kitchen-core”. Only because that name came to me as I was typing that sentence. AND since my brain is so awesome I post exactly what it gives me. ANNNNDDDD because everyone loves kitchens. Anywayz…this is maybe Death Knelly’s catchiest song yet.
The song samples Bumble Bee Unlimited’s “Lady Bug”, a classic disco jam from 1978. For bonus credit, here’s a fan-made video of that tune:
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“What’s really good? / What’s really food? / What’s really good?”
I’d venture to say that most people who keep up with “the blogs” are already familiar with the Wallpaper remix of this Brooklyn duo’s tribute to fast food ego death. After you’ve recovered from — well, whatever that is — you’d be well advised to check out this equally bizarre cut, “Chicken and Meat,” which finds the ethnically ambiguous duo spittin’ about everything from Hannah Montana to black Republicans:
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I apologize to my three readers for being so absent lately. Organizing the Happyland Music Festival Part 2 took up much of my brain-space for awhile (I’ll post some of those pics here soon).
Here’s a video that should blow you away, and perhaps momentarily distract you from thinking I’m a wretched blogger.
Death Knelly is at it again. Children, hide your parents.
When Jezy nominated this video as a “Shit Vids” candidate my first thought was: “Does he hate the mentally challenged?”
I should come clear and admit that the first cassette tape I ever owned was Garth Brooks’ Ropin’ the Wind. To a kid who lived in the country surrounded by pet cows who would regularly bump into our giant satellite dish, rendering it impossible to see “Thundercats” through the static, the album was a godsend. Why I never became a professional bull rider is still a question I wrestle with every morning as I put the first dip of Skoal in my lip.
Anyway, this video is retarded. It’s one of those condescending pop culture moments, like I Am Sam, “Life Goes On“, or Sean Hannity’s career, that attempts to show us that mentally challenged people can do anything. Instead of being a heartwarming inspiration, these things usually just end up being exploitative. And, or, they gravely misuse Beatles songs.
So, in this video we have a bucolic kid with Downs Syndrome who wants to try out for his high school’s regular track and field event rather than the Special Olympics version. Mom like this idea. Dad and coach no like this idea. Think idea bad idea.
His mother is a constant encouraging force, even going so far as to let the boy nearly run over some high school chicks in her car (0:29). And you thought Student Drivers were a terrorizing presence on the road! What the father says at 1:08 is called “foreshadowing”. Inexplicably, at 1:58, Garth decides this is a Metallica video, complete with fire and The Hetfield Evil Eye. Or did the kid literally torch his school by running so damn fast? Make sure you keep watching because at 2:30 comes one of the most dramatic moments in CMT history. It might also be called “child abuse”.
Ryan McMahan is an enigma. He was the former chairman of the Pontotoc County Republican party and a vehement denouncer of George W. Bush’s policies. He is the best trick BMX rider that I know. He looks like he should be on the beach and yet he sounds like he’s from…well, Oklahoma. He taught himself to play the piano, and has branched into writing his own compositions. Oh, he’s also one of my best friends and favorite people on this planet. Here’s what he had to say about his new tune:
If I had to say anything about it… It’s just a revised version of the 3rd song I made. I spent a lot of time on it, and umm.. It’s like Jesus in a way. It dies, and then it comes back to life on the third measure. It really has no name but it goes by “Magnum Opus/Cool”.
This alternate video was directed by Lance Bangs — whose resume boasts videos for Sonic Youth’s “The Diamond Sea,” GBV’s “Game of Pricks,” and a slew of other greats — and, while keeping with Pavement’s affinity for the absurd, captures the dreamy, pensive nostalgia of this Terror Twilight standout: