Claps your hands say yeah attention beat disorder

Another Monday night another concert.  Finally got to see John Legend with the Roots perform at the Best Buy Theater.  Despite the fact that majority of the crowd was there just to be there, it was a great performance.  Unfortunately for me I couldn't help but keep my attention on the three back up singers doing their thing.  I couldn't help but also wonder how comfortable Legend's piano chair must be.  The dude really gets into it.  Slight resemblance of me sitting at work on a 2 hour hardstyle techno binge after my 6th cup of Earl Grey.  Hells yeah I drink tea.  Intz Intz Intz all over the place.

Highlight of the night:  John Legend covering Baby Huey's 'Hard Times'



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Baby Huey really lived it up in the 70's.  Bro really unleashes his fury of soul on this one.  Gets into eating Spam, crushing Oreos and guzzling Thunderbird.  Killing it All Day All Night.  Just checked his Facebook status:  Peeping Don Cornelius on Soul Train all the while getting my donut money up son.

Low Point:  Double Fisting on an empty stomach

Honorable Mention:  Polka Dot Puffy Pirate Shirt Girl calling me a dick for cleverly maneuvering all of 6'10 Brodonnell in front of her so she wouldn't spill her overflowing cup of wine on me. I'm really not trying to hate on her, because I genuinely felt bad, but I think she had her hair pulled back a bit too tight. Here, Let me paint a picture for you:

Martin Solveig Feat. Dragonette - Hello (Original Mix)

 There is a time in our lives when we find ourselves stuck on repeat.  For some it could be the new Justin Bieber sing along marathon.  For others it could be all about Glee Glee Glee Glee or crying yourself to sleep while Boy George cradles you in his arms, casually creeped out just writing that. For me, well I suffer from a disorder I like to call 'clap your hands say yeah attention beat disorder'.  The cure? You already knew it was gunshots.  

How much do you want to bet every high school field hockey team warms up to this? Straight up Ice grilling the other team beating each others sticks while the goalie pounds on her chest like King Kong.  Those girls are some of the most hardcore athletes out there, with the exception of figure skaters (Remember Oxana Baiul, sheeesh).  All that back bending, staring at the ground and making sure their boyfriends aren't in the stands talking to the girls soccer team, can't even fathom the mental capacity.  Maybe not, but if you told me that this was on their warm up, it would make perfect sense, because I can't help but black out when I hear this.  Thanks Pat.   

El Guincho - Bombay 

Who said that trying to stuff your blog down people's throats doesn't reap any benefits.  From time to time, which is everyday, I'll shamelessly plug my blog Url on someone's status if I catch the faintest hint of music chatter.  In this case, my friend Amaha was the victim.  Luckily for us he was courteous enough to share this little diddy with us.  I'm really not doing this song any justice by not posting the video but it's not work environment friendly.  Let's just say there is some dudes playing instruments, people jumping into pools, couple of gun cameos, soap suds annnnnd boobies.  

Bon Iver - Skinny Love (Live in Some French Attic)

Great song, great performance, greatest way to spot a stalker video.  Please direct your attention to the bottom left section of the video and notice the smokeshow with the scarf wrapped around her neck.  All the other chicks are like "ehh seems like a nice guy".    Did you notice her?  Ok, glad I can share that with you.  Back to the stalker.  Either this dude is high on PCP, has a really bad case of tourrette's or is Bon's long lost step brother.  Either way he's showing zero composure.  There is a swarm of ladies around him, who I guarantee you know 3 words of English and he's hugging himself trying to out do the singer.  This is were you pull the classic double arm around the shoulders.  Personally, I would be sliding my way over to the brunette sitting in front of him.

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I'm on my Baby Huey kick.  Swizz Beatz ripped 'Hard Times' in 'Hard Knocks'.  Nothing like a good old fashion rap video shot in an old dirty Chinese restaurant with bullet proof glass, some white people throwing up deuces, and some rando riding his bike around. 

So last week I talked about how Duck Sauce goes well with Moo Shoo Pork and everything else Asian.  Well this video is exactly why music videos are made.  Raw, uncut and a butt load of cameos from the likes of Santogold, Dj Premier, Buckschot, Pharell, that Kanye guy, and Questlove, except they don't perform, just hanging out talking about Barbara.  This video also reminds me the night I left terminal 5 with no shirt, no belt, no I.D, no credit card and some librarians telephone number.  I know that we can all relate to walking home in late November shirtless unable to catch a cab for 3 miles.  

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This week's Bronus goes out to Parmon a.k.a Dj Terra a.k.a yo dj spin that shit a.k.a got that virtual dj battle on deck.  Seriously, give a listen to his podcast