The Origins of Hip Hop

Afrika Bambaataa:

Afrika Bambaataa is an American DJ from the South Bronx, who was instrumental in the early development of hip hop throughout the 1980s. Afrika Bambaataa is one of the three main originators of break-beat deejaying, and is respectfully known as the "Grandfather" and "Godfather" and The Amen Ra of Universal Hip Hop Culture as well as The Father of The Electro Funk Sound. Through his co-opting of the street gang the Black Spades into the music and culture-oriented Universal Zulu Nation, he is responsible for spreading rap and hip hop culture throughout the world.[1] Like many of the early pioneers in hip hop, he is of Caribbean descent. On September 27, 2007, he was nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

-from his wikipedia entry

100 gram joint

True Love

Acoustic Manic Monday... Yes Please

I hated Kraft as a child

They've been manipulating children since at least 1981.

Perv-Tastic video of the day

Vagina, Vagina, I wanna have sex with your...

The scariest thing I have ever seen

O-M-G.

It's Not That I Hate Lindsay Lohan...

But a flour bomb on her blue sequined dress is hilarious.

Who is scarier? Sinead O'Connor or The Pope?

Sinead.

Call Me

Big Ups to Falco (and Mozart)

Amadeus! Amadeus!

And they called it monkey love

Just because monkey's need lovin too.

Blossom Theme

David "Gayvid" Sedaris on Letterman

This guy is a living legend.

Great 80's tune

Lyrics for Mickey by Tony Basil
(Lyrics on Demand)

Hey Mickey - you've been around all night
And that's a little long.
You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong.
Why can't we say goodnight? So you can take me home
Mickey.
'cause when you say you will
it always means you won't.
You're givin' me the chills

Baby
please baby
don't
ev'ry night you still
Leave me alone
Mickey.

Oh Mickey
what a pity you don't understand.
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand.
Oh Mickey
you're so pretty
can't you understand.
It's guys like you
Mickey
ooh what you do
Mickey

Do
Mickey
don't break my heart
Mickey.
Hey
Mickey - now when you take me by the who's
Ever gonna know
and ev'ry time you move
You let a little more show.

There's something you can lose - so don't say no
Mickey.
So come on and give it to me anyway you can

Anyway you want to do it
I'll take it like a man.
But please
baby
please don't leave me in this jam
Mickey.
Oh Mickey
what a pity you don't understand. . . .
Oh Mickey
what a pity you don't understand. . . .
Oh Mickey
what a pity you don't understand. .

Get it Get it. Get it Get it. WHOOOOA!

Lyrics for I'm a Slave 4 U

I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So let me go and just listen.

All you people look at me like I'm a little girl.
Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.

Always saying little girl don't step into the club.
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause dancing's what I love.

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA) (Do you like it)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH) (This feels good)

I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy.
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there.

I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it.

Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
(Lets go)

(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)

I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(I just feel I let myself go)

I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(Wanna see you move)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(Uh Uh Uh)

Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.

I'm a slave for you. (Take that) I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave (It just feels right) for you. (It just feels good)
I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it. (Baby)

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)

I'm a slave for you. (Here we go now)
I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. (Here we go) I won't deny it, (Yeah)
I'm not trying to hide it.

(Like that)

Ann Coulter with a bunch of chicken heads

Ann isn't dumb, per se. She's just an arrogant, self-absorbed, devil lady.

Andy Warhol and The Hamburger

Andy 1. Burger Gone.

MMMMMMMMM. bop. gotta love these boys

one of my favorite songs of all time.