A Beginner's Guide to Funky, Part 2.

You say you want to dance like James Brown? Well then... who better to teach you than the Godfather himself? Get down!



[via Monkeys for Helping.]

A Beginner's Guide to Funky, Part 1.

I've been sitting on this one for a while, so why not post it now? It's a cool little mash-up made from some music instructional videos.

Bollywood Monday: Manoranjan.

This kooky dream sequence from "Manoranjan" features Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosle singing their way through an Arabic/Spanish/African surrealistic wonderland. The song is "Aaya Hoon Main Tujhko," composed by the one and only R.D. Burman.

Jukebox Friday: Big Noise From Yesteryear.

Today, we get to watch some rockin' (but mostly obscure) tunes from way back when...

First off, Bob Haggart and Ray Bauduc make the "Big Noise From Winnetka"


The Tielman Brothers from Indonesia performing "Rollin' Rock" live on Dutch TV:


Rufe Davis and some dancing kids doing "Mama Don't Allow It":


At one point I knew who this was, but no more. I want to say it's Rita Chao, but I could be wrong. At any rate, it's a fine song:


And one last one in color! This is Tiny Yong performing "Un Seul Garcon Sur La Terre" for French television:

Marketing, Japanese Style.

Television advertising is crazy enough, but leave it to Japanese TV to take it to another level.

Here's something you won't see advertised in America: toilets. With big singing mascots:


Frying pans never looked so fun:


The girl group Perfume urges you to recycle:


And finally... Beware! This one will worm its way into your brain and never let go. Thanks to "Bike-Oh," your mind will be destroyed:


[via TV in Japan.]

The Movie That Plays on a Continuous Loop Inside David Lynch's Head.

This clip is, um... Well, you see...

So. Just watch it, okay?



[via PCL LinkDump.]

When Sports and Karaoke Collide.

There's something about being a sports fan that brings out a wealth of passion, pride and (depending on your team) plenty of angst as well. But for that rare few, it also brings out a ridiculous attachment to bad arena rock and the need to make fools of themselves. This post is dedicated to them.

First, some Cowboys fans really love Tony Romo ("Now your balls reach the tight ends..."):


[via Sports Guy's World.]

And then there are Cubs fans. Poor, sad, woeful Cubs fans ("Fans pee in horse troughs, they ain't got no stalls"):