The WhaleHawk Diaries

Newness from co-pilot C. Vince. Tasty!

2012-03-01T09:23:00.000-08:00

<a href="http://cvincentplummer.bandcamp.com/album/true-north">True North by C. Vincent Plummer</a>

Local Rapper Battles Baby Panda, Wins.

2012-02-10T09:26:00.000-08:00

Originally featured on elevendytwelven.blogspot.com

VS.

Ronald Shortblock reporting

RIFLE, CO––MC Chillability showed his self-quoted “Freeziness” to a wowed-out crowd as he crushed a baby panda with rhyme lasers last night.
It was due to be a massive battle, a struggle of wit and cleverosity, but ended in panda-shaped shame. Venom like this came from Chillability:

You'll high five me then I slap your face
You can't pull a peace treaty, Asian panty waste
I'll flood your homeland like the 3 fu%#in' Gorges
Take your mom panda some flowers that are gorgeous
I'll destroy ya'

Such lyrical face-melting like this was usually followed with an obscene gesture, Chillability’s secret intimidation technique, and at one point he spit in the face of the stupid, stupid panda. The small animal’s only reply to such debasement, if one could call it a reply, was:

hrghnhghr... Slurgh.

In all fairness, yes, it rhymes, but is nowhere close to witty or coherent, two things that the judges look for in such verbal bullet-based blitzkriegs. A fact Chillability knows all too well. Please note other licks of the organic box-cutter that is his tongue:

Your a long way from China b*tches
Like my dishes
I'll choke your Yin if you touch my Yang
I'll cover you in curry and feed you to orangutans
I’ve reached 3rd base with like 20 sluts
While you were busy comin’ out ya’ momma's butt

Has a heavier truth ever been told? The crowd last night--some of which were Chillability’s own “The ChillBillies” entourage--thought not, while the panda just sat and had the look in its cowed eyes like it had just been molested in the mouth a little bit.

In The Distance Ahead

2011-12-05T08:29:00.000-08:00

Folks,

It has been a minute. A quick fill-in the blank -

I have been in contract negotiations with several entertainment lawyers who are trying to secure a deal for me to play the part of a doctor on TV, so I can get a job playing a doctor on a commercial, so I can safely and legally say "I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV." I'm also trying to bring in more revenue from this blog so I may or may not be enjoying the mellow taste of Nantucket Nectars' Tuscan Lemonade, reading Danielle Steele's new heartwringer "Underneath The Trestle" replete with stunning character development, and engaging my friends via social media's latest darling "The Deuce" which uses GPS in your smartdevice to inform all your friends when, where and how you used a public restroom.

The following tidbits are in line with the WhaleHawk Diaries aesthetic. Moments brought forth from the cloth of existence, taking the shapes of present moment reminders. I thank you for your audience.

In the past couple of weeks I have forced myself to become aware of new things as I walk around the city of New York. When you walk on the streets of this fine city, with such selfless citizens, you take in A LOT of information. Looking at every person passing you by can cause a low-grade influx of paranoia and or anxiety. You're trying to assess a whole host of potentialities; "Is he dangerous? Is she the 'hottest' girl I've ever seen? I like his shirt. She can't fit into those jeggings. Do these high schoolers even KNOW who Billy Preston is?"

"I'm the 5th Beatle and a real-life Lando Calrissian!"

"Looking at faces is quite mentally demanding. We get useful information from the face when listening to someone, but human faces are very stimulating and all this takes processing. So when we are trying to concentrate and process something else that's mentally demanding, it's unhelpful to look at faces." - So says this British article.

In an effort to have a calm and peaceful walk, instead of looking at the ground, or dealing with the tsunami of human face related emotions, I have decided to train my eyes on things not usually looked upon. The word "cornice" popped into my head so when I walk around Astoria, or in Manhattan I look for the cornice work on buildings, or, exactly 1/4 inch below the part where the edge of the building meets the sky.

Also noted on my walks are the choices of architectural ornaments I see on buildings. What catches me off guard is that a designer dedicated themselves to designing things that would almost NEVER be noticed (besides a WhaleBlogger and architecture students). But it looks beautiful and I share a moment of delayed gratification with these stone embellishments, a party for one with these inanimate objects. As I walk and promote a stillness within, I remark on these unremarkable things and put them into my fanny pack of wonderment. This morning on my walk to work, I was remembering a portion of a book I read on the Alexander Technique. This certain part dealt with walking and keeping your head and neck in 'proper' alignment. The author suggested to look 100 yards into the distance while you walk. I started to do this and began to feel something open up inside my grey matter. I was not constantly scrutinizing the faces of passing people, I was not observing the architecture, I was staring....into the future.

I'm telling you people I experienced a moment of pure presence. I felt like a cylinder opened up from the point of my retina and stretched all the way into the distance. I was reacting to traffic that was happening at least 10 blocks ahead of me. I could clearly make out cars, coats, and the mannerisms of that area off in the distance. I trusted the direction I was going and confidently stayed free of any pedestrian accidents. It was almost like looking through a pinhole camera. So I opened up the internet and she showed me the goods.

Turns out "distance looking" is a HUGE deal! My friends Chad and Z (huge video game fans) also referenced this as an essential to their gaming regimen. Our eyes are muscles and they need to be worked. Problem is, the human eye was not designed by creation for extended use in close-work (reading, computers, factory work, sewing etc). We have become so focused on what's directly next, what's on the email, FaceBook, Twitter, what's the next project, what's this person think of this IM, what's the next opportunity; that we fail to both physically and spiritually "take in the big picture."

I came across a site which gives exercises for the eyes to individuals not willing to get prescription glasses. While I am all about holistic approaches, if you can't see, you should really go see an eye doc and not rely on Jah to help your myopic-ass when you get behind the wheel of a school bus.

One of the exercises is "distance seeing" -

"Practice distance-gazing while walking. Look out the window into the distance to distinguish objects at or slightly beyond the far-limits of what you can see now. This practice helps to push back your "vision limit" to see further. Remember to always focus on objects you can see and strive to bring them into clearer focus. Relax your gaze. Never strain. Read distant signs, distinguish license plate numbers of passing cars. Watch birds in flight. Watch aircraft disappear into the horizon. Count stars at night."

Another site had a link to an article written about this same practice of challenging your visual sense. It tells of a woman who was busily running an errand -

"At first she noticed she was just focused on the errand and not really seeing what was around her. She reminded herself to be more present. In order to be more present she had to slow down her pace, which she did, noticing that she could now breathe more fully. She found that in order to 'see'...she had to walk even more slowly, and then as she did so the world became brighter, clearer and had even more depth. Her previous experience of being present was incomplete; it had not included her visual system." - From this paper.

The reason for all of this is to help snatch these moments back from our ego identified world, and maintain some dignity in snuggling the present. I suggest you try this. The goal is to not become a tracker in the jungles of Belize, or to become a "seer" into other dimensions. The point is to use your body, to center your body. Are there any tips you have on remaining present during the day?

Until next time -

"We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"The dark shadow we seem to see in the distance is not really a mountain ahead, but the shadow of the mountain behind - a shadow from the past thrown forward into our future. It is a dark sludge of historical sectarianism. We can leave it behind us if we wish." - David Trimble

Wherever you go, there you were.

2011-08-09T10:59:00.000-07:00

People.

I have been decidedly silent as of late because I sunk a lot of money into a movie about a traveling family of coats, who meet up with a vest and...it did not go good. The premise was spot on (who hasn't had a coat?) and the story was gold (vest teaches them about letting go, everyone learns something). It just didn't gain the traction we had hoped with the focus groups. Why, you aren't asking me because I can't hear you? I'll tell you why.

Nostalgia.

There was nothing for people to associate with so the backers didn't want to go full tilt with the Sanders! Money is only interested in making money. Look at this oddly chosen quote from producer Tom DeSanto of Transformers and XMen -

“The studios are so dependent on pre-existing brands, they’re not allowing anything new into the pipeline,” he said. “They want to know what was the video game or what was the comic book. It’s shortsighted. But what’s being missed is the next generation of new stuff. Because nostalgia is creative death.”

Never mind the fact that this guy just shit in his own sandbox, he has a great point. Are you noticing a lot of nostalgia based entertainment hitting your cultural windshield?

Just this morning they announced they are going to re-do Dirty Dancing. Again. The reason was blatantly put "it made $214 million." So money gets to make money. But remember when they already tried to do this?

ugh.

And then there was the explosive ratings for Nickelodeon's re-runs of their 90's line-up, ala Clarissa Explains It All. And then Star Wars Clone Wars, and then the Thundercats reboot, and then the Yogi Bear movie, and then Ghostbusters 3, and Fast and Furious 6, and then Mortal Kombat, and then your friend's shitty 80's themed party, and then The Land Before Time 52, and then the Flight of The Navigator remake, and then SpiderMan the musical, and then Spider Man the reboot, and then a Total Recall remake, and then The Crow remake, and then your friend's shitty 90's themed party, and then the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles reboot, and then the Judge Dredd reboot, and then Quisp, and then, and then, and then.

People. I know my movie about traveling coats didn't pan out, but I bet for sure you ain't ever heard of that idea before!

It takes a certain person to continue the brave and thankless work of producing works of art. It also takes a certain person to monetize and economize a thing like art and view it from only a lucrative stance. Somehow we both got thrown into the same boat, and we need one another to survive. Great shows do horrible in focus groups. Somehow, an 'original' idea gets through and smashes our notions of what we needed. What we wanted to be shown. As artists, it's our job to go out there and make something new.

But you'll say (and you won't because you're looking at a screen) What about derivative works, there is nothing new under the sun, Pygmalion, The world in six songs, there is nothing new except what has been forgotten, we live in a remix culture, together we are larger than the sum of our parts, I'll be more mature if you will, everything we learn we are only remembering, how is all this possible and you can buy a taco for $0.39?

Think of the influences of the past as trampolines not as the scalps and face-skin of dead people to wear to a costume party.

Be inspired by the world and contribute to the fabric of the here and now without the training wheels of yesteryear.

There are plenty of great original ideas out there and the tide of recycled ideas is inevitable. However, it is our duty to fight against and lambast this cultural Kevorkianism and work on our work. The more we do this, the more we put time in between us, and our eventual nostalgic pining for the styles of 2012. Remember when you read that blog about remembering about reading that blog?

The Stuyvesants -

2011-08-05T07:28:00.000-07:00

Nice Beats. Nice Treats.

The Stuyvesants

Check out this submission in Paul Simon Love Is Eternal Sacred Light Remix Opportunity on Indaba Music

2011-04-27T07:44:00.000-07:00

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The Arrival

2011-03-08T13:34:00.000-08:00

I start my mornings much like you. My lad servant Clint awakes me by peppering my blankets with lavender and rose water, while Bagrat my Georgian chambermaid, raises the venetian blinds ¼ an inch every 15 minutes. Bagrat then chooses my clothing for the day. She usually settles on an outfit that makes me look like something in between a full-time blogger and a part-time blogger. However, there is the off chance that she’ll lean towards a professional story-teller outfit, ornamented with a wearable blanket from Taos, an ocarina and an Indian feathered headress. I trust her because she has a strong background in the forced manual labor industry and this has left her a little jumpy. I appreciate this.

Chill out Bagrat.

After I arise, my lad servant Clint dismantles my stack-of-cans-by-the-door and I enter the living room where coffee is served. I then turn on the television.

One morning, I diverted from the normative news-based programming, which without failure informs me of a fire somewhere, to the more friendly choice of watching reruns of “Heathcliff” – a TV show from the early/late 1980’s.

If you have no relation to this show you have not missed much. It’s a cartoon based off of a comic strip featuring a cat. Familiar formula. It was on TV twice, once in 1980, and again in 1984. The animation was hamfisted, the plots were full of holes, and it lived in my memory as a B-List cartoon.

The A-List cartoons were the Warner Bros./Looney Tunes cartoons. Fully realized microcosms filled with great characters, great writing, and awesome animation, these cartoons served as an introduction to many aspects of the human character; love, lust, foolishness, humor and humility. Mel Blanc provided the voices for the galaxy of characters and his delivery, timing, and malleable voice talent gave breath to the drawings and personified "The Cartoon."

So imagine my surprise when I see in the credits of my morning re-run, that Mel Blanc is the voice of Heathcliff.

I had no idea! I had been living a double life inside my own life. In my mind I had drawn a line; I had separated the "good" cartoons, from the "so-so" cartoons, and never knew the heart of one was the heart of the other. Deep.

On one hand this gave me heavy boots. I thought of Mel Blanc in the winter of his life (he died in 1989) working on a schlock show. What happened to you Mel? You had it ALL! You worked on the Jack Benny Show, you had your OWN show on CBS, you were with Warner Bros. and Hanna Barbera and you defined the golden age of cartoons. Bro.

And on the other hand I referenced the gospel of the hustle. Mel Blanc kept on working on new things right up until the end. He wasn't gonna hang his hat on the Looney Tunes, he was continuously seeking new ways to engage his art, he was the hustle and there was no half-stepping.

So....

We categorize. This is good. This is bad. This is real. This is fake. This makes sense and helps us organize our allegiances to bands, brands, faith, and faces. However it blocks out the infinitely larger side of things we choose to ignore or label as not worth our time. There could be some good information in the things we label as unimportant, so it's useful for us to cast a broader net as we ensnare, collect and try to understand the moments in our life.

We as artists feel that there will be, in the future, a time when ‘mastery’ will set in. Where we won't have to take crap gigs. A future where every time we set out to achieve an artistic goal we nail it, and get awards. A future where our minds won’t be plagued with questions concerning the structure, validity, and integrity of our work. We believe that once we “arrive” we will be able to forgo the exhaustive process of struggling to bring our dreams onto the stage of reality.

The significant point in the story of Mel Blanc is that the life of an artist never "arrives." Our golden train of milk and honey and paychecks never fully stops. It might allow us to grab the rail and ride a while, but this is a train only to be ridden in the figurative sense. The real reward from working on a craft is the opportunity to familiarize yourself with the feeling of creation. And to continuously put in front of you new challenges that help you experience that feeling in new and novel ways. All the way until the end.

When asked which of his compositions he loved the most, an elderly Duke Ellington replied, "I haven't written it yet."

There is no "arrival." We keep on being the best we can be and focus on the 'here and now', because that's the only time we ever get to experience.

In My Own World

2011-01-13T08:12:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I found myself in the book store, and I was perusing the self-help/music section. This is the section where you find books like...

"What To Look At While Someone Takes A Solo"
"10 Steps To Writing Songs That Aren't About Your Tired Ass Life"
"The Chordal Koran; Music for your next Jihad"
or
"Music: The Highway to Homelessness"

Other books biographically dismantled musical heroes to show their soft inner shell, others painted the tortured soul engaged in mid-air combat with creative demons. Most books aimed to help musicians ditch self-consciousness and get back to the heart of music making. Which got me thinking; why do something that necessitates books like this? Why do something that makes you doubt yourself? Art is hard on your person. Which in turn made me say; but only as hard as you make it.

Which brings me to True Grit.

True Grit left me feeling electrified. Something was rattling and humming inside of me after I left the theater. It's as if I saw a declamatory statement on screen, not a suggestion of what a movie should be, or an appropriation of the ingredients of a good story reconstituted in the form of a movie. A real piece of work. The Coen Bros. excel at making movies "their" way. This is not to say they're doing something groundbreaking, it's just that they have found a way to do something different with cliche.

What happens when music, film, dance, art leaves you with this "electricity?" These meaningful events are packed with the energy of the people who created them. The more they drop true inspiration into the product (rather than second guessing, bowing to outside influences, trying to sound like something they're not) the more it glows with the fire of creation, the more it affects us.

So I say, live in your own world. Populate your inner world with the monuments of forward motion and determination. Fill the skyline with the architecture of inspiration drawn from sources within, as well as drawn from outside influences. Challenge your own thoughts to ensure you're not building on a swamp. Constantly build and make it the most dynamic and amazing world no one else will ever see!

Long=Short - People are gonna hate. People are gonna love. More than likely, people are gonna not give a shit. So the answer is, Do it!

You wanna write a song about making love to a shark? Do it!

You wanna hang a piece of wire on a nail and call it "Disillusionment 7"? Do it!

You feel the need to make a movie about a family of traveling coats that meet a vest and that just turns their whole world upside down? Do it!

You never get heard if you never make a noise. So be proud and live in your own world, drink your own kool-aid, and believe in yourself - the rest will fall where it will.

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2010-12-19T21:16:00.001-08:00

Merry Merry!

2010-12-19T21:15:00.000-08:00

Folks,

Enjoy the holiday time with the people you're with and let em know how important they are. It never gets old.

Love,
WhaleHawk

People, who need people....

2010-11-15T11:28:00.000-08:00

Friends,

As I sit here reflecting on what can only be described as my "salad days" I'm struck with a huge meaty blow to my knowledge of self. I would not be anywhere near life's silly salad bar if I wasn't poked, prodded, encouraged, shaked, kissed, slapped and manhandled by my contemporaries, friends, and colleagues. What I'm saying folks, is if you think you can be that one-person-entertainment-machine and not look like a dumb-ass or miss really important things along the way you're fooling yourself.

"Not based in reality"

With all of the opportunities the net offers to create your own environment and be the sovereign leader of your input/output, the world can seem totally manageable. I can upload this, click on that, get this file in the hands of this guy and I'm not wearing pants (I'm wearing pants).

But in reality the computer and the social networks and the Tweets and yes, even this blog, are just tools. They don't the replace human links. And not "I know this guy cos I get his RSS" links, or "Isn't that the midget from Zelda" - no.

I'm talking friendships.

I recorded an album, had it mixed and mastered, press shots taken, graphic design and artwork completed, horns recorded, guitars and bass plucked, background vocals sang, remixes mixed, press kits sent to various music blogs for review, and 4 videos shot and edited and uploaded. ALL of this was through connections and basically ALL of this was done on the understanding that everyone would get credit and when these people needed me, I would be there for them. That's it.

I did offer sexual favors but no one accepted.

"Step into my office."

SoapBox Moment:

I seem to find myself surrounded by inspiring people. All the time. I think what interests me in hanging out with people who are down to build things is that it forces me to not be full of shit, and if I am full of shit, at least it helps me find a novel way to present that to the outside world. When you stay in contact with people who are creative, smart, and hungry you can't help but snack on the buffet of motivation. And when the time comes for you to make something, you have a list of people you know you can trust to get that product into its tangible form.

That brings another issue to the surface and that is trusting other people to get things done. These might not happen the way you had envisioned which is the beautiful part of people helping people. They put a stamp on it, you put a stamp on it. It's instantly bigger than the both of you and therefore it's desirable to a larger number of people. An example of this is the inside joke. It's funny to those people who were there, but for people who were not, this is a huge waste of time. Notice how no one who is truly entertaining concludes their story with "You had to have been there."

Which dovetails nicely into....

The last part of people helping people is that working with others on projects gets you out of living a life of singular experience. We all are wrapped up in our own amazingly intricate, personalized episode of "The Young and the Restless" (or One Tree Hill, or Soul Food) - the story lines are unique to us and many of us choose to employ a shadowy figure with an eye-patch even if this person has no place in the narrative - regardless, we are wrapped up in a cocoon of self engagement. When you work with others you are extending your mental capacity to include other story lines, creating a tapestry of experience that enriches the quality of all involved. After I got married to my wife I realized what an invaluable resource it is to have someone who reflects your image back at you and how this sensitizes you to social interactions for the rest of your life. This is a great example of people helping people.

In conclusion - hit up your friends to help you with your ideas and projects, offer your services to friends working in your specific field, collaborate with someone outside of your field and fertilize each other's imagination crops....together it will be bigger than it's parts and you'll all have something to write home about.

NEXT EPISODE - CueBro; how we made the above happen....

Amazing!

2010-10-22T07:54:00.000-07:00

Tavis Smiley's name is Tavis. Cornel West is the black Lauren Hutton. Nuff said. They speak with Brother Garry Shandling and the shit is hilarious!

OK GO - Remix!

2010-10-13T06:27:00.000-07:00

Friends,
I'm happy to make bangin remixes. I hope you enjoy this one and vote for your friend, WhaleHawk. When you say yes to this remix, you're saying yes to more than just funky beats, you're saying yes please to funky beats.
Warm Handshakes,
Jake

Run Tell That....

2010-10-01T12:27:00.001-07:00

In the Internets, things pop up out of nowhere. And certain things should stay there. The "Bed Intruder Song" is already a distant, trashy memory covered in advertisements, but I still feel like saying something.

Comedy is a slippery place. Certain things are funny that shouldn't be (The Plague, Civil War Surgery, Snooki) - And certain things aren't funny, but can be made to be funny (see previous examples). Comedy has the power to nearly overcome the grim realities of life, making things bearable. This is gallows humor in action; the alternative to this would be you, huddled into a corner weeping your bleary eyes out.

What bothers me about "The Bed Intruder Song" is this; The Gregory Brothers are talented and smart enough to make their own original music. Auto-Tune the News is totally unique and a great use of over-used technology. Their stance of pointing out the inherent silliness in broadcast news is spot on, and the fact that reporters are vultures also offers itself freely for satire. However, when a group of well-off, middle-class youngsters take an enraged TV interview from a man living with his family in the projects who's sister was almost raped, and then turn it into a musically whimsical, funny/riotous viral video occasion.....I gotta call bullsh*t!

This seems more like a tourist attraction rather than a creative endeavor. It's like they're giving people a glimpse of how "wacky" it is to be living below the poverty line. To people like the Gregory Brothers this scene is something so alien to them (living in gentrified Brooklyn does not count as "street smarts") that it strikes them as hilarious. Isn't it "funny" how he's talking about his sister's brush with sexual assault? I'm laughing at his hair and his teeth! He seems really angry...comedic gold. Granted, Mr. Dodson lends the camera some true character acting, but the content and the environmental context should have steered the Gregory Clan clear of this one.

But, the joke's on me....

Soon after the video became a sensation Antoine Dodson told reporters that it was funny he had a number one hit on ITunes and yet he still lived in the projects. Since then, Antoine has made enough money off of this song to get his family out of the Huntsville projects and into a new home. Now the question that's on my mind is - if I cared so much about the perceived injustice I saw in this whole scenario, and the people involved got rich; who's the asshole? Would I have liked for this person to remain suffering, silent and poor; or is it better for him to be exploited and then magically rescued by graduate students with GarageBand?

What constitutes a joke will forever be a mystery as well as how it is viral videos attain such cult status. Another man's trash is treasure. Ethics and comedy are not friends and never have been, and if fair and equitable comedy existed it would surely suck. This serves as a clear sign that with today's entertainment engine, people's stories serve as fuel and everyone with a broadband connection has their mouths around the muffler. In the end I suppose I'm upset because a few people are cashing in, while the rest of us are cashing out.

Making your dreams come true through MS Paint

2010-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:00

Folks,

I gotta lay it down, right here, right now. It is my belief that TOO many people involved in the art world (artists, musicians, actors, midget strippers) are taking themselves way too serious. Do I have to decode your hairdo to understand your deep running river? Do I have to look beyond your quirky choice of pant to see that there's a man with a plan? Does every artist have to BRAND themselves now? Like Chris Brown used to be the guy for DoubleMint Gum before he doubled his freshness and probation time by turning his fists into Umbrellas. Or like Ke$ha's brand is the "I don't care whose retainer it is and if I party too hard and poop my leggings that's too bad because it's obvious I went hardcore and there's glitter in my mouth" - that's her thing.

It's no doubt that I live in NYC and that a lot of fashionable people make it work out here on these pee and trash covered streets....

Work it!

But seriously people. Take a note from me, Jake Sanders; entrepreneur, self-made hero, musician, quick to pass judgment on people I've never met and all around tall guy...utilize clothes to cover your naked body and be comfortable, not as a chance to show everyone how witty or post-ironic you can be, and to forgo actual conversation. But more importantly, use MS paint to brand yourself! Set the bar low and then watch people's level of respect rise.

Check it!

What this says is "Hey, before we get off on the wrong foot let me introduce myself as someone who doesn't care for polish (that's polish like sheen, not polish like sausage) and I'm gonna hit the studio, do what it do, and then craft a banger. If we like said banger, great, and if not...at least I got a chance to create winning posters on Microsoft Paint."

That's it. Now a quick note - kids, be free. Do whatever you want to do and be whoever you want to be. Don't let my hasty generalizations stop you from buying all the expensive cheap looking clothes you can get your hands on. I can be thrown into these same categories as I always wear my lucky speedo underwear when I play a show, and I have at least 7 shirts with random sayings on them. Like "My other shirt is a broomstick" and "Honk if you like shinguards" or
"Kerry/Edwards 2004 - totally not gonna have sex with that camera girl"

Long story short, October 1 - get those hands on this album. The long and winding plug.

Good luck.