Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

BIGSHOE MIX: THANK, GIVE


My Jesus-Year Jukebox continues. . .

Choke down your cran-turkey-slurry with 33 tracks, thankfully arranged with the gift of aural tryptophan close in mind (or something like the opposite).  Aural football maybe?:

The Killer -- From a Shaman's Notebook
I'm an Indian, Too -- Don Armando
Thanks, Bitch -- Avenue D
Give Me A Beat -- Girl Talk
Give Thanks -- The Romanian Orphan Choir
Be Thankful -- Natalie Cole
Give U More -- Dizzee Rascal
Thanks-A-Lot -- Dengue Fever
(For God's Sake) Give More Power To The People -- The Chi-Lites
Thanks A Lot -- Neko Case & Her Boyfriends
I Don't Give A Fuck -- Peaches
Thank You -- Bombadil
Just Give It To Me Raw -- Busta Rhymes
Thank You For Your Love -- Antony and the Johnsons
God Knows (You Gotta Give To Get) -- El Perro Del Mar
I Am a Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow -- Old Regular Baptists
Please and Thank You -- Wildcat! Wildcat!
Our Givest -- Danielson
Shoo Turkey -- From "Been in the Storm So Long"
Give And Go -- Girl Talk
The Pilgrim - Thanksgiving Song -- Randy Brothers
Give Him Cornbread -- Beau Jocque & The Zydeco Hi-Rollers
Give Your Hands To Struggle -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
I wanna give it to you in the butt
You Give Me A Boner -- Anton Glamb
Quapaw Peyote Song at 45 RPM -- Louis W. Ballard
Givers -- Lucky Dragon
Turkey Song -- Mike, Peggy, Barbara & Penny Seeger
Give Me the Night -- George Benson
Give Up -- Okay
Give You What I Got -- Wendy Rene
Thanksgiving Dinner -- Mike Phirman
Thank You -- Bruce Haack

Download HERE


Saturday, October 5, 2013

THE PERFECT CRIME


"It is as though things had swallowed their own mirrors and had become transparent to themselves, entirely present to themselves in a ruthless transcription, full in the light and in real time.  Instead of being absent from themselves in illusion, they are forced to register on a thousand screens, off whose horizons not only the real has disappeared, but the image too.  The reality has been driven out of reality."

--Jean Baudrillard, "The Perfect Crime"








Friday, April 19, 2013

ART ON THE PORN SET


  

Found on set in Hotlanta: jackoff starlet page one . . . and on the flipside: "Keepin it Mutha Fuckin Real Real Mutha Real Keepin it Mutha Real Keepin Mutha Fuckin Keepin it Real"





Sunday, February 3, 2013

RAVEN'S LOCKER ROOM BREAK IN


I couldn't let the home team go all the way to the Super Bowl without a little encouragement.  We may not have as many gay men as San Francisco but we still know what to do with a butt: Kick it!

Go Ravens!

Another interesting Super Bowl connection for the geeks among you who won't be watching the game (I count myself in this lot despite my home town allegiance): Nearly all of the famous iron work in New Orleans originally came from Baltimore.  In fact, Baltimore looked much like New Orleans before a city-wide fire melted most of it down.

If common architectural history doesn't help us win the game I don't know what will!


New Orleans 


Peabody music conservatory library in Baltimore

 

HUT HUT HUT!


Gotta love me some Yoko on game day.  Selections from Yoko Ono's recent collection for Opening Ceremony:













Wednesday, December 5, 2012

COLBY CRUSH: BUTTFUMBLE


There are a lot of reasons to dislike New York Jets' quarterback Mark Sanchez.  Fellow teammates call him lazy and have frequently berated him in public for consistently avoiding practice.  Thankfully, I know nothing about (nor care nothing for) football.  I have it on good word that the Jets are one of the worst teams playing.  That said, how can you not love a prettyboy jock who models shirtless for GQ and answers to the less-than-affectionate nickname "Buttfumble".  Jets fans have even taken to wearing homemade jerseys emblazoned with the cutesy taunt, which Sanchez won during a recent game by slamming into the ass of a fellow teammate, inadvertently tossing the ball to the opposing team.

Add this cute fact to the flame: The Jets are also owned by one Mr. Woody Johnson.  As a primary campaign bundler for failed presidential candidate Mit Romney, Johnson can add a third "dick" to his personal euphemism collection. . . a fact that endears me all the more to the failed Jets and their adorable quarterback, Buttfumble.

Watch the fumble here:












Friday, July 13, 2012

DON'T BE A HATER


When it comes to Sports porn, no one may do it better than photographer Rick Day.  From his mammoth soft-core portfolio: Players and Players 2.