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Just put Rick Santorum's name on this and the GOP can start running this IMMEDIATELY!!

This is fantastic! Why haven't they remade this with The Rock, Vin Diesel and Burt Mustin, Jr.?

Can you ever get enough of something this breezy?

This is fabulous. You can't get enough Harold Stassen!

Wow!!!! Mette is truly the Uvulatic Sex Goddess of Planet Zarkon! Hey, is that her mom singing in Dicey and Paprika's video of "Born to Be Wild"?

This video changed my life, practically. It inspired me to upload Dicey chomping on the digit of Paprika (psychically) in their rendition of "Born to Be Wild"!

All of these revolutionary posturings will ultimately be ineffectual until there is a true REVOLT WITHIN THE HEART in America and elsewhere, guided by the shape principle of consciousness liberation. Even the Cloud cannot take you out of your own mind. See Dicey's Rhombus Talk on YouTube for meth...

This track is like a pheromone spritz in the face with a nuclear atomizer! The ONLY two femme goddesses who can compete with Ms. Black are Dicey and Paprika, especially their overzeXXXed video of "Born to Be Wild."

We slosh through gargantuan Venusian puddles of wet reverb in aural galoshes with the Plastic Ono Band in one ear, Panda Bear in the other and Richard Alpert in a third...

Now THIS is the good stuff! The only thing that comes close to being "a very contemporary NOW" kind of sound like Johnny created are the Dicey and Paprika versions of "Born to be Wild" and "Everyday People."

Doesn't matter how much money they have or who Austin's dad is -- these guys SCORCH! Best total brain-fry since Dicey and Paprika's video cover of "Born to be Wild."

Give Rebecca Black credit for taking all that abuse and coming back smiling. Hey is that her mom singing in the Dicey and Paprika video "Born to Be Wild"?

You Me at Six sure know how to shake that THANG with enough sauce to choke Misty Beethoven! Fine, freaky hot lead where it counts. About the only American act that can get down like this is Dicey and Paprka, especially when they rip into "Edge of Seventeen" like a chew toy...

Judee was one of the true mystics of pop music, a woman of great feeling and insight. "Shining finer than this earthly sun " -- that's pure gnosticism. There are suns beyond the suns we see, and I suspect Judee saw them. What a glorious artist she was.

This song is sick in all the right ways! The Strokes are the gods of antiwank. Only Dicey and Paprika's coccyx-cranking video of "Born to Be Wild" comes close.

We in America never got to see his pipe-cleaner legs brandish the fright wig among the well-hung and the damp-dried, rushed pell-mell from the Sphincter to the Vortex and backed again, coughing up camphor and phlox, biting the glad hand and jabbing the swizzle-stick up the nostrils of Normalcy, l...

This song is massively exciting. Kim was sure able to spew stuff like this out back in the day. The video captures the depth of commitment and ethnic authenticity of this song to an astonishing degree. I have no doubt at all that Kim has danced with these turkeys in the rain in a very funky way. ...

Vachel Lindsay was a beautiful soul. Thank you for giving us a glimpse of his home.

"Clinton, Iowa...yeah, I remember...'bout '89...the biscuits were as dry as my third wife and the crumbs fell like mumbles...we spread a horse blanket over the gasoline stain as the 6:25 barreled past the milk locker..Rigby spilled rock salt after an all-night smirk with a billfold full of green ...

Most people don't realize that Duncan Hines was a real person. My dad knew him back in the '40s. By all accounts, he was a real chill, no-chin dude with a permanent suit-crease and a smile that could slap a label on a howler monkey. Hines had an ear for fresh burger and the touch of a born dough-...

Thank you SO MUCH for posting this rare TV footage of Felix De Cola, who I mostly know as a radio host on KABC radio in Los Angeles in the early 1970s. He was truly a dapper character, a suave but humble exponent of the arts. These sorts of minor celebrities get lost in the ebbing tides of pop cu...

This Goldfrapp tune is pure borg-beat witchery, as sleek as Donna Summer refracted through throbbing Soft Cellophane. It reminds me of the video of Dicey and Paprika's synaptic subversion of "Edge of Seventeen."

Jacumba is one of the magic spots of America. The hot springs are like the River Lethe, steaming waters that sweep the seeker over the brink of the mundane into a land beyond flesh, fear and all worry. It is the perfect place to throw off most of your clothes, bake your skin into a state of septu...

Pinch off the Balloon Man at his neck and his head will go shooting around the room crazily with a wet-raspberry sound and then when he's a soggy flat bag of empty rubber at your feet you'll find he's not a balloon at all but your best friend. That's what this song is trying to tell you.

Yeow! Pure audio champagne fizz shaken hard and exploding into your face -- a rainbow ride of sweet sunshine joy, the promised second coming of Yellow Balloon with Spanky's gang hanging in the basket high above the Endless Luv-Inn with day-glo stickers plastered across your cerebellum forever...

"What if they freaked out in Minnesota?" -- well, they did and elected Bachmann. The really weird thing is, two of the people who moaned on this track are still at it. Check out the video of Dicey and Paprika's savage deconstruction of "Edge of Seventeen"...

Excellent version of this tune, better than the one on Tongues of Vertigo.

Ever noticed how crrrrazzy the song gets by the third line? Akon is a Throb on two legs. Intense and super-juicy! Almost as erotically unhinged as Dicey and Paprika's treatment of "Edge of Seventeen."

Groovy! Can you post some tunes by the Pharmacy Phive?

Acoustic or electrified, Pixie is an amazing artist. Hey, is that her mum singing in the Dicey and Paprika video "Born to Be Wild"?

Blue shadows linger under the sink of the last room on the left at the Owl Motel where Herb the Cowboy saw Sharleen's pressed pansy and then lit out for Tuscarora pronto...

Pixie is pure pop-soda joy with bubbles that go right to your head! Hey is that her mom in the Dicey and Paprika video of "Edge of Seventeen"?

Robbie's metholated angst blends sooo smoothly with this deranged flurry of nocturnal zaniess. Really, only Dicey and Paprika's unhinged video treatment of "Edge of Seventeen" equals this for sheer effervescent oddness.

Classic robo-kick with hotwire groove drive; Oh Land is a sparkling erotic-icebox beat sister with a mean tongue-tease and a metronomic finger snap that makes your arm hairs quiver like VU meters. Only Dicey and Paprika's big-beat reconstruction of "Edge of Seventeen" can make this for sheer chil...

There's Brian Wilson in this, and also Van Dyke Parks -- whimsy and sweetness kindness and transcendence -- bravo!

Htown blows the hinges off your head; yesterday's neighbors pour through the anterooms of the medulla with arms full of stone age booze and bad crackers...Maple Leaf lotharios stroke the parking meters with loony-lust as the itch to ditch the day tugs at the ragged cuffs and the shoe steps in a s...

Boiled felt and thick smears of bent notes coat the throat as you ascend the swaybacked stairs above the grub-shop on an Htown sidestreet, cold fingers do the scissors snip above the blotto scalps of yesterday's punk heroes, burnt-toast debutantes and reamed, pleated gadabouts with two flat tires...

There are notes scribbled on little pages of old notebooks with bent spiral spines that come loose and blow across the ragged parks of forgotten American towns where the dreams collect on attic shelves and the photos fade in frames bought at dime stores long since absorbed into corporations owned...

Corry is an old dream in the head of a retired railroad worker living on the top floor of a hotel on the main drag who remembers when the cornfields of his youth stood in talk orderly rows like soldiers marching off to the last good war and the whistle of dim factories echo across the tracks as y...

There is a a half-full styrofoam cup of coffee sitting by the war memorial in Chamberlain...night fell softly as Bernice told Harold K. that it just wouldn't work and anyway there was a job waiting in Spearfish...I found a ticket stub to a movie in a theater nobody can find anymore and suddenly i...

Cream of mule shoe!! On bareknuckle toast!!