The newest inductee. Last night a playlist of epic proportions graced the ears of everyone at DiscoTech. Balanced, relentless, climactic - all words I would use to describe the song list. What is especially remarkable is that the songs alone would not have sufficed. The songs were strong, but the assembly was stronger. Several moments of truth late in the run, when people start to wonder (or actually scream aloud), "What could possibly top that?" were answered emphatically. Rap was softened with classics, classics sped up with techno, and techno made more interactive with lyric heavy songs. Here is the most unthinkable aspect of it all - John didn't choose the order of the songs per sae, but rather his Ipod shuffle went to work. This is to take nothing away from the accomplishment and to instead signify that great things in life require both hard work and a little luck. Congratulations John.My newest dance sequence. I wouldn't consider myself an envious person, but I certainly wish I could do this. Whether you like him or dislike him, if you've ever danced at a club you almost have to respect that. Can you imagine if you could do that whole sequence when a circle formed? It would be incredible. I love how Billy Packer keeps trying to stop him with no success. Someone on Youtube dubbed a better video too. Notice Billy Donovan with a helpless smile on his face. Still not sold? How about a perspective that shows you how enormous this man is compared to regular people. That's kind of freaky.
Sorry to any Arkansas fans out there. Here, to prove I'm fair and balanced. That's play #4 by the way. #4.
The following is very very lame...
Where is my eff'ing remote? I did the short preliminary check, then turned on the TV and left it on SportsCenter anyway. Then Outside The Lines came on and I did the full rub down expecting surely to find the remote. Still no dice!! Is this a joke? Where the myunk is it? Somebody stole it - I'm furious.
What is this guy thinking? Seriously. I don't even think that's cool.
back to sweet...
I've been shaking. Sticking and moving. Trying to get to you and that booty. Trying to get to you and that booty. Great commercial and an especially good song. T-pain, who you might recall is in love with a stripper, does the hook and even asks later in the first chorus what she plans on doing, "with this baller." Gonna dooooooo with this baller.The countdown. I've been waiting to see the clock on the bottom line of ESPN counting down to opening night for so long. Almost as long as I've been trying to get to you and booty. Sorry, I'll get over it. (I will not go back and delete that sentence... this gives you a little insight into what I write sometimes but usually end up editing) Well, where were we, ah yes, 8:38:11 and counting. Bang.
Project Pat respects his listeners. I've mentioned Project Pat's Tell, Tell, Tell (Stop Snitchin') before - well it turns out if you listened to it, you're not a snitch. Or I guess, while you are listening to it, you're not a snitch. I'll just show you the lyric:
Logic of a snitch, you don't know but I'ma let you in - Why would I do ten when I can go on and turn in my friend?
Note that he is speaking facetiously as the snitch there. Why do I believe that if Pat could have worked the word facetiously in there, he would have... What is of greater importance however is that Project assumes we don't know the "logic of a snitch." And why would we, we're not snitches. Thanks for the cred Patrick Houston, preciate it.
Welcome to Atlanta. Adam and I will be in the Georgia Dome Monday for the finals...barring any major disasters that is... knock on wood.
I'm not ready to talk about:
8 c.i.a.r. My anterior crucial ligaments. "On your mark."
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