Showing posts with label DIT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIT. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Difficult Ipod Transitions

Minor Threat's Guilty Of Being White to Foreigner's Dirty White Boy.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Difficult iPod Transitions

"Truckin' (live)" - Grateful Dead
"Fight for Your Right" - the Beastie Boys

There's no way to gracefully manage the transition from a mellow, early 70's jam (easing into "Nobody's Fault But Mine") to "Chung chuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnggggg... KICK IT!"

Friday, June 27, 2008

Difficult iPod transitions

"Mrs. Hayes" - Alice Donut
"The Girl is Mine" - Michael Jackson (w/Paul McCartney)

It was difficult to move from an angry and raw tale of drunken murder fantasies driven by domestic alienation to a saccharine MJ and cheesy Sir Mac woo-off. But the lyrical shift from "Christ, you're an idiot!" to "I'm a lover, not a fighter!" was nauseatingly awkward.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Difficult iPod Transitions

I think we all love our iPods in shuffle mode for the times two songs we never would have put together get played next to back-to-back. These surprising combinations often bring a new dimension to songs we've been listening to for years, revealing layers of meaning that we may not have noticed before (or may be inventing for the first time).

Sometimes, however, iPod gets it wrong and plays two songs back-to-back that just don't belong together and I find myself reaching for the skip button. I call these "Difficult iPod Transitions."

In what I hope will become a regular, if random, feature of the OG (I hope all of my colleagues will participate), I present my DIT from yesterday:

Pitbull's Bojangles

to

Frank Sinatra's Strangers in the Night

Of course, I did realize that both artists were essentially singing songs to ladies they were dancing with, emphasizing their desire to continue the interlude in a more martial setting. Pitbull stating quite clearly his preference for being pleasured orally and his perfect willingness to reciprocate, while Frank left the details to my imagination. Not surprisingly, I imagined Frank in a more missionary context.

h/t: Wobs for the proper punctuation