I love it. But I can’t find a goof place to get it. Anyone have any suggestions where I could get good authentic Mexican food in DC? B Palmer, the Editor-in-Cheef of the Georgetown Indy is willing to pay for your dinner and cabfare if you can name the best Mexican restaurant in DC. She’s a terrible date, but I guess she’s easy on the eyes 
It’s Monday, so if you’re one of the six people that read this blog, you know what that means. Mashup TIME!
This one’s Vampire Weekend vs. Miike Snow. I ejoy this one. So should you.
I think Nicolas Cage is one of the greatest actors of our generation. He gets mad props for Face/Off, Con Air, Leaving Las Vegas and Adaptation. He gets some props for The Weather Man, National Treasure and Lord of War. And, he has baffled us with the atrocities that are Snake Eyes, Ghost Rider and The Wicker Man. That being said, I think it’s about time The Daily Monthly celebrates Cage’s lesser known acting career: Japanese commercials.
Nic Cage, selling something (?) to Japanese people (?)…
Nic Cage selling three(?) more things to more Japanese people (?).
Cage sings about Pachinko, sells Sankyo.
Sometimes, well most of the time, two songs from the opposite end of the cultural spectrum make the best mashup. First offf we have “Cult Logic Forever”, a mashup of Miike Snow and Drake that surely could unite U Street hipsters and Rhino’s Rhine-hoes.
Now for a classic, Toto’s “Africa,” which you may recognize from the Georgetown Phantom’s a capella repertoire, gets the royal treatment of Jay-Z and Beyonce’s “Me and My Girlfriend.”
Ron Artest is my favorite basketball player of all time. From his jersey number 91 (wtf?) to his ridiculous hairdo to his penchant for knocking out fans mid-game, I think there’s little not to love about Mr. Artest. Now, being a hoya, there’s even more: The first single from his newly blossoming rap career is entitled “GeorgTown Girl.”Artest cranks the fuck out of his auto-tune (which is probably for the best), and he spits lines like “touch, touch touch her” and “Artest likes to pop bottles/You don’t even got to be the next top model.” Bear in mind that Artest went to St. John’s, not Georgetown, he’s from Queens, and he’s never even played for a team in the D.C. area.
Bravo, Ronnie boy.
Sometimes I forget how tightly the Internet has become woven into all of our lives. You’ve heard it a thousand times before: Social networking, the death of journalism, online TV content and google’s expanding big-brotherishness are just factual parts of our cultural landscape by now. But, there was a time when the Internet was this ambiguous entity no one quite understood or quite knew what to do with (READ: Pets.com).
It was a time when a twelve year old Julia Stiles could explore the world of hacking where “curiosity and imagination equals power,” where you were judged by what you “say and think, not by what you look like.” Hope you like the vid…
Notorious BIG is no doubt rolling in his grave with this mashup with Miley Cyrus “Party (And Bullshit) in the USA.” But gangster rap and adolescent pop just sound so good together while your dancing on the table at a Village B party.
In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Without the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria, we would never be able to enjoy the wonders of McDonald’s, baseball, cheese grits, The Hills, “Back to the Future” part I and II or even this very blog. So, here’s The Daily Monthly’s celebration of Chrissy Columbus. Forever we’ll be in your debt, C-bone.
Just because you wear thick rimmed classes, flannel, converses, doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate some good rhyme spitting every now and then. Indie darlings Grizzly Bears join forces with Dead Prez in this mashup.
Also, Old Dirty Bastard and Rhymefest reach back into their childhood in this mashup with “Build Me Up Buttercup.”
Despite my taste in music that is typically pretty far on the snobbish end of the spectrum, I’ve been defending Lady Gaga’s songwriting prowess since I first sunk my teeth into “Just Dance.” There’s no doubt she knows how to produce a good track, and there’s no doubt that she always makes for a good interview. But, I’m never quite sure if Gaga is a base, fame-obsessed musician who just happens to know how to produce a solid dance track, or if she is a genuine artist who has created a persona that truly taps into the ethos of our self-obsessed myspace-ing/facebook-ing/twitter-ing generation.
This video is just fodder for my difficulties in pinning down what Lady Gaga is really about. Her rapport with Paris Hilton seems completely genuine, but it’s hard to believe that the chick who has been churning out hit after hit could actually think that Hilton’s debut album was even listenable. I’m not sure if this video horrifically shows us who we Americans really choose to adore, or if this is a rare artifact of one of our most insightful celebrities playing off of one of our decidedly dumbest ones.
Either way, here’s the vid so you can decide for yourself.
Narrowly, The Daily Monthly avoided destruction last night. The enigmatic forces called “iPower” notified us yesterday that our domain would be de-activated by midnight if we did not renew our subscription. Fortunately, our august Editor-In-Chief, Bee Paulmer, was able to fend off the blighting potency of iPower before she went out and got rejected from The Tombs. As editor of The Daily Monthly, I’d like to personally send out thanks to Bhee for her inscrutable tact.
THANKS BE!
Video Re-Enactment: Polmur vs. iPower
Men’s 4: 1st, 2nd; Alumni 4 took 7th
Men’s Club 8: 5th, 6th
Men’s Open 8: 2nd
Masters’ 8: 3
Open Single: 4th
Open Pair: 1st, 2nd
Women’s Open 8: 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th
Women’s Club 8: 2nd
Women’s 4: 1st, 2nd
I know this is only our second edition of Mashup Monday, but I can’t help but post this song. It’s Devendra Banhart’s take on one of my favorite songs that have come out in the past year or so. Here’s Banhart’s remix of Phoenix’s “Rome.” Shout out to Pitchfork.com for upping this one.
Those familiar with screenwriter Diablo Cody’s popular film “Juno,” will no doubt recognize many of the elemnts that made that film so endearing in her newest, “Jennifer’s Body.” Sure there is the rustic suburban setting, the collection of quirky high school characters, and of course her trademark slang-laden, overwhelmingly witty dialogue — though no one actually talked like her characters when they were teenagers, they certainly tried to. However, from there, “Jennifer’s Body” is a drastic departure from “Juno.” Those expecting a tender cuddle among two high school misfits found in the climax of “Juno” will instead see a sexy, supernatural showdown by two other high school stereotypes: the nerd (Amanda Seyfried) and the princess (Megan Fox). And there is no precious street stoop duet for the closing credits.
But that’s not a bad thing. The movie will no doubt the challenge expectations of the horror film junkies, Megan Fox groupies and “Juno” lovers alike. However, those departures do not disappoint. Rather, they surprise and satisfy, especially when played with the unconventional premise: a teen queen who eats boys.
The story is told from the perspective of Needy, a walked over, nice girl. She is played by a drabbed down Amanda Seyfriend, almost irrecognizeable from her role in “Mean Girls” as the pretty, dumb blonde. She is utterly devoted to her beautiful, bratty, best friend Jennifer, played by Megan Fox, who was named “Sexiest Woman Alive” by FHM magazine. Jennifer gets the best lines, which range from eye rollingly oblivious to caustically clever, and will likely be oftquoted by preteens and pop culture bloggers. My favorite: “He listens to maggot rock. He wears nail polish. My dick is bigger than his.”
When Jennifer starts to exhibit some strange behavior, namely roaming the street covered in blood and vomiting a tar-like substance, Needy is concerned. But, unlike Jessica Biel in “Texas Chain Saw Massare” or Sarah Michelle Gellar in “I Know What You Did Last Summer,” the hot girl is not the pathetic victim typical of the horror film genre. She is the the monster. Not suprisingly, her cannibalistic attacks are much more sexualized than those of say, Freddy Kruger of “Nightmare on Elm Street” fame. But hey, at least she’s doing the chasing and not the running.
Sure the film offers some cliches, so those seeking a horror film, a Daiblo screenplay, or “The Sexiest Woman Alive” won’t walk away dissatisfied. But as soon as the gore, campy reportiore and girl-on-girl make-outs get annoying, the film, with a quick joke or bite to the gut, laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, and so can the viewer.
Through these twists and turns, it is difficult to discern exactly what the movie is trying to achieve. Is it a satire on horror movies? A sharp examination of the structure of high school society? A role-reversed commentary on a culture in which the dumb jocks sexually prey on vulnerable girls? One hundred and two minutes of a gorgeous man-eater, both figuratively and literally? Maybe it’s all of these things or none of them. Either way it is entertaining, amusing, and it has a killer soundtrack. Just don’t expect to have much of an appetite after.
Alright, so the Internets suck this week. All that’s out there is Kanye hating (whom I will defend 4ever) and the same political garbage that was boring three months ago. Ergo, I’m just going to post two of the arguably best videos that have ever been plummeted onto the series of tubes we call the World Wide Web.
Techno Viking: On behalf of the entire Georgetown community, I’d like to extend you an invitation to the homecoming tailgate this Saturday.
Korean Drummer: I will gladly give up my seat playing drums for Georgetown Cabaret this year if you want to take the reigns (and officially matriculate). BTW, stick with this one through the end.