Both of these vids are really cool conceptual projects.
Showing posts with label Arlington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arlington. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
George Michael vs. Careless Security Whisperer
Just in case you haven't seen this already.
You can see the cheese melting off George Michael's glorious locks. Here's the pop icon on a hilarious BBC Playback/Whistle Test like show. It's so obvious the sax is the best part of the man's entire career, likely including his earlier band, Wham.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Landmark Lowrider's
Who knew that Little River Turnpike ran into Crenshaw Ave. ??
Here I was, after a morning at the Barnside Diner/perusing the Salvation Army aisles for work ties (4 for $12!) headed toward Braddock Road to avoid i95 traffic and what do I see.
A candy painted and juiced up Cadillac Fleetwood. Turns out this, and other slow and low cruisers, and the Exxon which they are based at belong to this awesome guy Mintu and his brother. He said it took years to get the cars he wanted, and that hes a certified CCE hydraulics and Snap On tools salesman.
Here I was, after a morning at the Barnside Diner/perusing the Salvation Army aisles for work ties (4 for $12!) headed toward Braddock Road to avoid i95 traffic and what do I see.
A candy painted and juiced up Cadillac Fleetwood. Turns out this, and other slow and low cruisers, and the Exxon which they are based at belong to this awesome guy Mintu and his brother. He said it took years to get the cars he wanted, and that hes a certified CCE hydraulics and Snap On tools salesman.Brasiliance
Nonsense have ever sounded or looked cooler. This is an amazing video capturing the spirit of a Brazil we don't ever see.
Check out the Buraka Sound System or BURAKA SOM SISTEMA.
Check out the Buraka Sound System or BURAKA SOM SISTEMA.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wavefield Blows Up
Everyone's favorite South Arlington high school channeled there inner Road Trip and bomb threat'ed a few AP tests.
All was not lost! As the football bleachers were filled to capacity for the first time since....they were built. A wave that would could make Fukushima power plant tremble was the result. (too soon, too tsunami?)
Unleash the fury after the grapes
All was not lost! As the football bleachers were filled to capacity for the first time since....they were built. A wave that would could make Fukushima power plant tremble was the result. (too soon, too tsunami?)
Unleash the fury after the grapes
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Leroy Jenkees vs. Known Beatmasters
This Elton John Rainman lookalike is a keyboard beatmaster and a new viral sensation. Thing is this dude has two released CDs of some pretty clutch tunes. Check the vid:
Question is, can this dude hang with the beatmasters of our day or the myriad of other old schoolers and inbetweeners who rock MPCs and keyboards?
boostus maximus
Question is, can this dude hang with the beatmasters of our day or the myriad of other old schoolers and inbetweeners who rock MPCs and keyboards?
boostus maximus
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Vibrations? Well Ain't That Special
So I have posted previously about some technology that will eventually become a reality all over the world. I chanced upon these two videos and I'm astounded.
This is the UK club, SMACK. Definitely one of the freshest rooms I have ever seen. Hopefully, I can make the trek out to the lonely island and see what's grapes. The room doesn't seem that big, but it's only a matter of time before humongous rooms get this triptastic covering.
Sidenote: The LED lights are extremely ecofriendly and are also not prone to overheating.
This video is the shit. There's already two locations in Rotterdam and Amsterdam that have the piezoelectric dance floor. Check out this ecodance philosophy, it's a pretty cool idea.
This is the UK club, SMACK. Definitely one of the freshest rooms I have ever seen. Hopefully, I can make the trek out to the lonely island and see what's grapes. The room doesn't seem that big, but it's only a matter of time before humongous rooms get this triptastic covering.
Sidenote: The LED lights are extremely ecofriendly and are also not prone to overheating.
This video is the shit. There's already two locations in Rotterdam and Amsterdam that have the piezoelectric dance floor. Check out this ecodance philosophy, it's a pretty cool idea.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Murry Chrussmuss
Merry Christmas to all the Christians or non-religious opportunists like myself out there. I like to think of Christmas as a holiday that transcends religion and should be a time for family or to go see Little Fockers if you're Jewish. Stiller, Hoffman, and Streisand in one movie? OY VEY!
I found a video, however, that for me really sums up the holiday season. In the end it's not about religion, it's about having fun.
P.S. WILL NEW YEARS FUCKING GET HERE!
I found a video, however, that for me really sums up the holiday season. In the end it's not about religion, it's about having fun.
P.S. WILL NEW YEARS FUCKING GET HERE!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Appropriate Name? Nah - Winter Rehab Review
Hhhh'OK. Ya man Kilometers went to Winter Rehab on Saturday the 18th to check out the local wobbles. MISTAKE. The show was pretty much a catastrophe from a personal stand point.
Firstly, the flier promised 15+ DJ's, which was totally incorrect. I was there for three hours and all I saw was one fat mexican House DJ and some random ass DnB bitch in the other room.
Secondly, the show was not planned well. There was a walkway/catwalk where people were showing off rave worthy clothes, instead of having dancing in front the DJ like a normal show. All I could think was "what the fuck?" An unfortunate part of the show was the date as well. Most VCU students had already left and with the location being in Midlo, there weren't enough people for a real rave environment. I was talking to more drug dealers than bitties, not cool.
So in conclusion, I'm looking for the next Wonderland and haven't found it. It was a waste of $12 and a roll, wholetime. Hopefully, Naughty and Nice 2 will be bumpin.
There was some cool merch though...
Firstly, the flier promised 15+ DJ's, which was totally incorrect. I was there for three hours and all I saw was one fat mexican House DJ and some random ass DnB bitch in the other room.
Secondly, the show was not planned well. There was a walkway/catwalk where people were showing off rave worthy clothes, instead of having dancing in front the DJ like a normal show. All I could think was "what the fuck?" An unfortunate part of the show was the date as well. Most VCU students had already left and with the location being in Midlo, there weren't enough people for a real rave environment. I was talking to more drug dealers than bitties, not cool.
So in conclusion, I'm looking for the next Wonderland and haven't found it. It was a waste of $12 and a roll, wholetime. Hopefully, Naughty and Nice 2 will be bumpin.
There was some cool merch though...
Friday, December 17, 2010
Look Inside Yourself, IDM Swaps
Morning Barafunk!
I'm not sure how serious this guy is, but the beat is eggwhite (not yolking).
The Irish appear to be kings of the cross-brand engine-swap. I guess drinking and driving is easier with a heart transplant?
The Wholeteam back in gnArlington for the Month or so, so if you see us let us know whats grapes! Caught the Wakefield game yesterday, had to leave right quick; for Jean-Louis b-day party. Big thanks to Jay-Lou and the whole RDC for the hospitaltiy. It was cool to see all those kids again.
Why do they call them Yorktown girls? Cause you show them George Washington and they surrender.
I'm not sure how serious this guy is, but the beat is eggwhite (not yolking).
The Irish appear to be kings of the cross-brand engine-swap. I guess drinking and driving is easier with a heart transplant?
The Wholeteam back in gnArlington for the Month or so, so if you see us let us know whats grapes! Caught the Wakefield game yesterday, had to leave right quick; for Jean-Louis b-day party. Big thanks to Jay-Lou and the whole RDC for the hospitaltiy. It was cool to see all those kids again.
Why do they call them Yorktown girls? Cause you show them George Washington and they surrender.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I'm Not Keeping Tabs On Cars
Tommy is to body hair as is Miles is to sleep. It's six in the morning again and so now it's time for a nice cuddle by the computer screen story, courtesy of Kilometers. Whats grapes to Cap'n Snapback, the B.E.T. Baywatch Star.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
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