Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 8th Place

Okay, we’re starting off with a pretty standard face-off video. But this kid does a good job with “Kids.”

Also, the video description made me root for the guy:

“it’s my last day with this keyboard (rented) and i really wanted to upload a cover of this song”

Rented keyboard?!?!?!? This makes me want to organize a fundraiser to buy this kid a $50,000,000 keyboard with ten thousand keys and twenty thousand buttons and pre-set sounds and drum beats (although I can’t imagine topping the unstoppable beat he lays down at the start of this video).

Also, I went to his myspace page and learned that when he was younger, he had motherfucking CANCER OF THE EYE, so now he can only see out of one eye. But you know what? He can fuckin’ see that rippin’-ass solo he drops at 3:00, so LOL to cancer, you got served. Jesus Christ, cancer of the eye. What does the eye even have inside of it to get cancer of? Seriously. What will they think of next?

One more thing: Some of the commenters for this video obviously have small crushes on this guy, and one of them writes, “this video should have 32423523452345 view in my opinion…”

LOL, small number of views! When I run that figure through my “big-number-auto-comma-inserter,” I get 32,423,523,452,345 views. I think that many views would be a youtube record. Because it’s more than 32 trillion views.

Anyway, not sure if the video warrants 32 trillion views, but it’s solid and it’s a great way to kick off this week’s FRIDAY FACE-OFFS!!!

(Bonus “Double Nickels on the Dime” funtoid: Each side of the double album starts with the sound of a revving car engine. SIDE 1: Mike Watt’s Lamborghini Countach; SIDE 2: D. Boon’s Aston Martin Lagonda; SIDE 3: George Hurley’s Ferrari 310 GTO; SIDE 4: Ethan James (producer)’s Alpine-Renault A310.)

FRIDAY FACE-OFFS!!!

What a crazy, juicy week! We’re living the dream, guys!

Hope about we cap it off with a fresh-squeezed FRIDAY FACE-OFF SMOOTHIE?

FRIDAY FACE-OFFS!

Welcome to the 17th installment of an internet legend!

I was poking around on the internet last night and stumbled upon the video for a song my friend had been pushing on me a few months ago. I remember, we were on a micro-road-trip and he kept bumping this song until I admitted it was more refreshing than a donkle-berry lemon smoothie with pineapple-whisker infusion ($14.75).

This week’s Friday Face-Off is “Kids,” by MGMT. Watch the original here:

I’m a big fan of melancholy dance songs, and this fits the bill. Not sure why it’s melancholy … is it the harmonies? The bass synth? The crummy drum beat? (LOL, Meg White, is that you?) Anyway, yeah, this is a jam and I’m about to show you some cover versions that will blow your mind right out of your eye-holes, so get ready.

FRIDAY FACE-OFFS!!! It’s like a vacation in your cubicle!!!

My Readers Speak: Jamba = Fart In Swahili

Thanks to everyone who wrote in to confirm that yes, “Jamba” means “Fart” in Swahili.

From reader MM:

I am not a native of any East African country where residents speak Swahili. However, I can say that “Nani a me jamba?” were some of the first Swahili words I learned during my 3 month stint in Tanzania in 2003. The translation being: “Who farted?”

From reader IC (among many others):

This seems to be a credible source.


It means “to break wind loudly”, “fart,” “intestinal wind.”


Also, the Swahili word for non-poisonous juice is “utomvu”. Poisonous juice of the mutpa plant is “utupa”.


So perhaps … “Jamba Utomvu” would be Loud Fart Juice.

From reader MS:

Just googling “Swahili fart” brings up a lot of hits with jamba.

Why is this one of the funniest sentences I’ve ever read?

Black Gold Hunters

My friend sent me this amazing video about how exciting it is to drill for oil. 

“We were born to be black gold hunters!”

Another great lyric: “Heavy metal Christmas tree.” I bet that’s about how trees turn into oil or something.

Why doesn’t ExxonMobil produce videos like this? I would totally dance around on an oil rig while some guy in a burgundy leather jumpsuit sang about petroleum deposits!

“Double Nickels On The Dime” Funtoid

Here’s another funtoid about the classic Minutemen album released 25 years ago this week:

SST Records paid big bucks to put Henry Mancini on retainer for orchestral arrangements. (SST founder Greg Ginn thought Husker Du’s “Land Speed Record” would benefit from Mancini’s cosmopolitan touch, apparently saying “I guarantee if we add some violins, we’ll have a #1 hit record, because the music is so slow and relaxing.”)

Mancini visited Radio Tokyo studio when the Minutemen were tracking “Double Nickels on the Dime” and was blown away at their productivity– they recorded 25 songs in 59 seconds. He offered to write a 30-piece orchestral arrangement for “Two Beads at the End” but was turned down by the band, because “the whole point of the album was about our exotic Italian sports cars, and he (Mancini) didn’t even own a Ferrari,” according to Mike Watt.

The Story Behind “Double Nickels On The Dime”

People often wonder about the meaning of the album title Double Nickels on the Dime. The phrase refers to driving exactly 55 miles per hour.

You see, before he became the drummer for the Minutemen, George Hurley was Sammy Hagar.

And as “Sammy Hagar,” Hurley wrote and recorded a song called “I Can’t Drive 55,” which was about how much he loved to drive over the speed limit in his black Ferrari, which was a gift from SST Records founder Greg Ginn:

(At the 2:30 mark, you can see members of Black Flag start a courtroom riot.)

In fact, before they decided to call themselves the Minutemen and sing songs about Central American politics, D. Boon, Mike Watt, and George Hurley performed as “The Lamborghini Brothers,” and sang songs about their Italian sports cars:

1. “Jesus And Tequila And My Maserati Quattroporte”
2. “Political Song For My Testarossa To Sing”
3. “Working Men Are Pissed (That They Don’t Get To Ride In My Ferrari 365 GT4)”

(For more information, see the book “Our Band Could Be Your Lamborghini,” which is an oral history of the Southern California exotic-car-punk music scene.)

Anyway, when SST Records demanded that the band record a double album, the Lamborghini Brothers changed their name to the Minutemen (in honor of how long it takes to swap out a Maserati Merat’s catalytic converter) and recorded 832 songs in four days.

They initially planned to call the album Friends Don’t Let Friends Drive Rice-Burners, but agreed to change the name when label-mates Saccharine Trust (an easy-listening group that had been discovered on Ed McMahon’s Star Search when Greg Ginn was a celebrity judge) took offense.

The Minutemen’s second choice for an album title was Triple Nickels on the Dime, which referred to the pleasures of driving 555 miles per hour on California’s Highway 10. But this was controversial as well, as SST band Tom Troccoli’s Dog (still one of the best-selling American groups of all time; who doesn’t own a Tom Troccoli’s Dog album?) had just released a record called We Love Driving 555 Miles Per Hour, which had shot to the top of the pop charts. The Minutemen didn’t want to risk a lawsuit.

So the band compromised and named their album Double Nickels on the Dime.

The iconic cover photo of the album features Mike Watt behind the wheel of his Lamborghini Countach. He’s smiling because he hit 55 mph in first gear.

I’ll post more true facts about this amazing record during the week.

Double Nickels On The Dime

Let’s celebrate!!! It’s the 25th anniversary of the release of Double Nickels on the Dime, the greatest album ever made by the best band of all time!!!

Here’s the first song I ever heard from the album … it seems especially appropriate this week (listen to the opening line):

LOL, drum fills not very rocking … guitar sounding not very insane … BEST ALBUM EVER!!!

Revenge Is Mine

I’m spending the day working at my friends’ wine shop, turning people on to the great taste of MERLOT (aka “Juice for grown-ups,” aka “Grape smoothie”).

Once I convince everyone in America to drink wine instead of juice, I will go into retirement and nobody will ever have to suffer my esoteric cultural-legal arguments ever again.