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Depending on how long it's been since you last spent time in study hall daydreaming about getting your driver's license, your opinion on Girl Talk is going to vary widely. Some people call his mashups the absolute nadir of not only music, but everything that has ever happened in the history of pop culture ever. Some people, that is. Some people apparently do not include the fat cat pols down in Washington, or wherever Pittsburgh is, because today they passed a law requiring everyone to wear neon tank tops to work. Or something. Find out why after the thing.
From The Pitt News:
From The Pitt News:
The infectious party attitude Gregg Gillis — better known as the mashup master Girl Talk — brought to Pittsburgh during his two-stop tour this weekend has spread all the way to the City Council Chambers.
Today, City Councilman Bill Peduto will sponsor a resolution declaring today — the 69th anniversary of the attacks on Pearl Harbor — “Gregg Gillis Day” for the city of Pittsburgh...
Because they didn't have much else to do all day, I'm guessing. How many problems can a city like Pittsburgh really have, right? Place runs itself at this point.
“Gregg has become an international sensation selling out performances around the world. I am honored to recognize all of the accomplishments of one of our native sons," Peduto later said, sweating onto a lap top with his shirt off at City Hall. "Plus, dude, I'm just saying, Dirty spitting over Radiohead, or whatever? And that one Toadies song from the day? That's just fucking sick. No to mention, like, Portishead versus Big Boi? My man is just going off, and I needed to get him some shine any way I could."
Via: Girl Talk's Twitter, come's this proof of the end of days
Read my review of the new Girl Talk below if you want, but actually don't.
GIRL TALK
All Day
(Illegal Art)
Pastiche artist Gregg Gillis' deliriously schizophrenic and omnivorously referential mash-up records have long been lauded as paradigm-shifting encapsulations of the post-millennial pop music fan's dwindling attention span, but his only real epiphany was in a matter of scope. Sampling has always been the modus operandi of hip hop, but instead of lifting, say, a horn sample or a snare drum hit, Gillis took that process to its logical end point by using everything at hand all at once. The only original product is the varied bits of sampled rock and hip hop in conversation with one another. A record like this, his fifth, is the ideal metaphor for how we listen to music now, skipping through not just songs and artists, but genres and rhythms and wildly varying musical moods on a whim. The result is Lady Gaga in concert with The Stooges, Rage Against the Machine versus M.I.A., Lil Jon shouting over Simon and Garfunkle's “Cecilia”, and Big Boi rapping over a slinky beat from Portishead. If that sentence sounds confusing, it only goes some small way toward approximating the rush of the hundreds of references here. Perhaps none among them is so stylistically incongruous as Ol' Dirty Bastard dirtying up Radiohead's “Creep.” “I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, Oh baby I like it raw.” Depending on your susceptibility to this cut and paste style (and probably your age) that's either the best, or the worst, thing you've ever heard. (Available for free download now at www.illegal-art.net)
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It's just been pointed out to me that 09/17/2008 was declared Dane Cook day in Boston. So...uh, I guess my city is even worse. Thanks for nothing.
Ooof, Dane Cook Day.
I want my money back. Wahhhh Wahhh
-some teaparty douche
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