Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Friday, January 16, 2009

Girl Talk, "Feed the Animals"

1. "Play Your Part (Pt. 1)"

2. "Shut The Club Down"

3. "Still Here"

4. "What It's All About"

5. "Set It Off"

6. "No Pause"

7. "Like This"

8. "Give Me A Beat"

9. "Hands In The Air"

10. "In Step"

11. "Let Me See You"

12. "Here's The Thing"

13. "Don't Stop"

14. "Play Your Part (Pt. 2)"


I remember when all of my friends first got their G2s. We come from a small town, where there’s not much to do but complain about the lack of things to do. Instead of being apathetic and contemptuous toward this monotonous and seemingly inevitable boredom, we made our own fun. The weekend would come, and we would pile into friends’ cars, sometimes squeezing four to five along backseat benches. Night would fall, and we would drive.


It was a time of lead-footed drives out of town on backstreets to reach what could only be described as Hope, defined by a freckle-faced pigtailed red head and Frostys; driving reckless donuts in deserted parking and idling to talk and eat and laugh while high-beam-flashing, battery-sucking MCs matched lights along to the rhythm of finger tap satisfying beats – the more complex and unconventional the beat, the better. We played everything from Gorillaz and Radiohead to Pig Destroyer and The Grouch.


We did it often, and we wanted variety. Naturally, an exponential expansion of Windows Media Player and iTunes libraries ensued.


We hated the radio: any commercial break was too long. This marked an age of mix disks, and no one reserved piety for DJ Passenger Seat. An excess production of mix disks occurred often, as everyone wanted to listen to their tunes with the aid of superior car sound systems and share their musical tastes with everyone else.


It was quite possibly one of the single most culture- and counter-culture-filled times of my life.


Eventually we’d greet and strive to understand 6 in the morning joggers running in the opposite direction with disgust and anguish, but we had a good time.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Separation of Phil and Snit

For those that remember the days when - long before Nuclear Donkey - YTV played "Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers," the memory of an unpredictable purple bubblegum TV that went by the name of Snit may still be preserved. Referencing that memory is to recall a time when PJ Fresh Phil talked with Snit between scheduled programming. But lo, another time came when Phil was joined by another YTV host, Paul McGuire.



When Paul ended his stint in the Zone, a young Daryl Jones (MTV Live) moved in.

With two mobile hosts on the set, an old Western sentiment crept its way into the Zone, and it appeared that this place wasn't big enough for three. Presumably, Daryl and PJ Phil sent Snit into space, where the television entity could reside without the strain of producers breathing down its...bubblegum. It's not easy being purple.

Nostalgic euphoria aside, let's talk about now. PJ Phil (known in the real world as Phil Guerrero) has since moved on from providing kids with entertaining bumper programming.



The once PJ now carries on shredding guitar and supplying backing vocals for the Goth/Industrial band, Razed in Black, which has enjoyed sharing a stage with notable acts like Tool, Filter, and Deathride 69 (Elegy Magazine, 1999). Among the five albums they've released are Shrieks, Laments and Anguished Cries (1996), Oh My Goth! (2001), and Damaged (2003).

Razed in Black's success is substantial, youth entertainment has changed, and it is very much unlikely that Phil and Snit should ever be reunited for five-minute increments between "Rugrats" and "ReBoot."