I see you Gertrude, shaking dat azz!! *Points at old lady in a chair gumming her boiled carrots.* These right here are "Jams Fo Yo Grams," or lullabies for teenagers. They have a little bit of oomph for old people music, they might get your false hip a swaying. Make your blue permed hair stand on edge. Just don't try and spin this mix for the 8th graders, they like stuff like the Real McCoy, songs sung by Germans about Tawk Tawking and running away to "Another Night." At least that's how it was in my day, minus the liking German's part, we sort of had issues with them in my day, but that's a story for another day.
Seriously? This was popular? The 90's were gross.
The Real McCoy
That was like showing you the 3 so you consider sleeping with the 5 at the bar. I apologize for that, as a child of that exact type of catastrophe, I can say that it doesn't end well for anyone. But hey, now anything you listen to will sound that much better, it's only through the bitter that we can appreciate the sweet. This track from the mix is a 10 no matter what though so that whole exercise was pretty pointless. I just wanted to take you back to that awkward cafeteria of segregated genders awkwardly gyrating in a stand off, the smell of fake smoke and puberty wafting through the air.
Songs and the mix after the jump.
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Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wuddup Though?
DJ Greybush in the hooooooouse!!!*kicks over lamp* Why hello there, allow me to RE-introduce myself! My name is HO...well it's, DJ Greybush, the silver curly q's on your ones and twos. You know me guuurl.*cat swipes in your general direction*
Some of you may know me as that guy in the creepy van...A lucky few of you may know me as that guy in the creepy van who tried to grab them at the park. Since most of you have managed to evade my grasp, I have brought the battle to you: A care package of creepy, tied up with ribbons of titillation, that will transform into remorse and sawdust when unwrapped.
Although an overweight geriatric custom van owner was chasing you, if you had just taken the time to stop screaming, you would have realized that I was just trying to get you to hear my latest mix. What did you think the van was for? It's all about the sound system m'lady. *weird regal flourish of the arms* That and the ability to store vast amounts of candy and toys...for my grandchildren.
Since trolling the local parks in my van while trying to chase people down with headphones has not really been the best way to get my mixes heard, I have joined the team here at Stereophonic Fattenings. They must have heard me spinning at one of my gigs at The Final Frontier Senior Center (it gets cray cray every third lunar eclipse or the 7th Saturday of the month, which ever comes first) Or they have a deal with the federal prison system and this is part of my work release program. Either way, here I am, in all my glory for your listening pleasure. I just wanted to introduce myself in a non-creepy jumping out of a van sort of way. *puts hand on your thigh* Just sit back and relax to the soothing sounds of DJ Greybush.
DJ Greybush presents: Matlock Murda Muzik
This is all chilled out jazzy smokey room type of joints. Lots of horns, pianos, sultry singers. Chilling with a bourbon style songs. Features include: Louis Armstrong, Ella, Nat, Louis Prima, Dinah Shore, Billie, stuff like that. Enjoy.
Some of you may know me as that guy in the creepy van...A lucky few of you may know me as that guy in the creepy van who tried to grab them at the park. Since most of you have managed to evade my grasp, I have brought the battle to you: A care package of creepy, tied up with ribbons of titillation, that will transform into remorse and sawdust when unwrapped.
Although an overweight geriatric custom van owner was chasing you, if you had just taken the time to stop screaming, you would have realized that I was just trying to get you to hear my latest mix. What did you think the van was for? It's all about the sound system m'lady. *weird regal flourish of the arms* That and the ability to store vast amounts of candy and toys...for my grandchildren.
Since trolling the local parks in my van while trying to chase people down with headphones has not really been the best way to get my mixes heard, I have joined the team here at Stereophonic Fattenings. They must have heard me spinning at one of my gigs at The Final Frontier Senior Center (it gets cray cray every third lunar eclipse or the 7th Saturday of the month, which ever comes first) Or they have a deal with the federal prison system and this is part of my work release program. Either way, here I am, in all my glory for your listening pleasure. I just wanted to introduce myself in a non-creepy jumping out of a van sort of way. *puts hand on your thigh* Just sit back and relax to the soothing sounds of DJ Greybush.
DJ Greybush presents: Matlock Murda Muzik
This is all chilled out jazzy smokey room type of joints. Lots of horns, pianos, sultry singers. Chilling with a bourbon style songs. Features include: Louis Armstrong, Ella, Nat, Louis Prima, Dinah Shore, Billie, stuff like that. Enjoy.
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