Workin it, working it . . . A little more Al Phlipp & The Woo Team for your Monday morning.
The Cover From The Old Horrendous 80s Al Phlipp Album, Fankus!
I did a new tune recently, inspired by the passing of Michael Jackson, the King of Pop. I call it “The Last American God”:
And another tune, pleasant enough, though inspired by Barack Obama. I call it “The Enlightened Despot”.
More weird, Apple GarageBand Crafted Instrumentals are Available here:
Al Phlipp’s The Experimental Album II.
It’s surprising that
Al Sharpton sees racism in the death of Michael Jackson? Not to me.
Rev Al Accuses Media of Being Racist Against Michael Jackson, Even Though Michael Jackson is Clearly A White Woman.
Ah, Reverend Al. You’re always good for a barrage of racist invective.
Strange Russian Milk Ad. What Are They Trying To Say, I Wonder?
In the news:
Daily Ejaculation is Good for You. Frankly, if you’re married or in a long term relationship, you know that if it was proven conclusively that a daily BJ cured cancer and would help you live forever and you were about to die, your wife or long-term significant other would tell you, sweetly: “That’s too bad. I’m really going to miss you. The life insurance is paid up, right?”
Let’s be honest here.
In other news,
the Billy Mays autopsy report concludes he died from heart disease, while still no word on exactly what killed Michael Jackson. Soon enough, I suppose.
Ok! Magazine Cover of Dead Micheal Jackson
In a decision of questionable taste,
OK! Magazine put the “last” picture of Michael Jackson, almost certainly already dead, on their Michael Jackson memorial cover. And paid $500,000 for the blurry, morbid thing. Hmmm.
I enjoy music. Now, there’s something called
Tonematrix that makes it easy. That’s pretty cool.
Al Franken is crazy, but maybe not any more crazy than the folks already in D.C. Anyway, he’s been declared the winner, Norm Coleman is sent packing, and another crazy Marxist is sent to Washington. Yay.
Al Franken: Another Crazy Marxist in the Senate. Awesome!
Did Al Franken steal the election? No, he’s a
Kind of a Big Deal Around Here. He had other people steal it for him.
In other news, if you’ve been living under a rock and accidentally found your way to this blog, you might be surprised to learn that
Billy Mays is dead. Like Michael Jackson (whose fans may kill themselves, so Jesse Jackson is urging them not to kill themselves yet), he was only 50. Some force of fate apparently has it in for 50 years olds right now. I’m glad I’m not 50 yet.
Billy Mays Had the Stuff To Clean My Carpet. For Only $19.99!
Sad. Billy Mays rocked.
Michael Jackson did Thriller. A Great, Great Album.
Thriller was one of the greatest pop albums of all time. Defined a frickin’ generation. R.I.P., Michael. You were a little weird, but you were a talented guy.
Was he crazy? Yeah, I guess so. But he rocked. And, unlike almost-as-insane-if-not-as-insane Al Franken, we never elected Michael to public office. Shamon!