Welcome to season two of Coyle & Sharpe: The Imposters! In the early 1960s, James P. Coyle and Mal Sharpe roamed the streets of San Francisco, microphone in hand, roping strangers into bizarre schemes and surreal stunts. These original recordings are from the Sharpe family archive, which is tended by Mal's daughter, Jennifer Sharpe. You can learn more about Coyle & Sharpe on their website or on MySpace. Their recent box set is These 2 Men Are Imposters.
On this episode: Coyle and Sharpe try to convince a student to let them burn his books.
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Two great ways to clean your home.
Kitchen Gun, from The Peter Serafinowicz Show
Bathroom Monkey, from Saturday Night Live
I bought a pair of insoles from the dollar store. I often wear insoles, as my feet aren't very tall.
Here is what they have written on them:
* with excellent sweat-
* soft,cosy,and reducing
the friction between foot
If I can achieve any two of those things in my life, I will die a success.
A month or two ago, an artist from Brazil named Daniel Ferreira emailed me to ask me permission to use a Sound of Young America podcast to make a derivative work. I was more than happy to say yes, and the product was a wonderful bit of sound art called "Ahn. Hm."
Here's what Ferreira says about the piece:
"The idea behind this was to remove all audio except for the portions referring to the secondary functions of language, like the emotive (non-verbal sounds) and the phatic (referring to the message itself or to the communication channel)."
I think it's kind of beautiful and completely fascinating. One thing I really like about it is that he focuses on how these sounds do have meaning -- they're not just noises we make if we're too dumb to make words. Sometimes I get an email from an irate radio listener upset because there are too many "likes" and "uhms" in the show. From now on, I'll share this piece with them.
The interview used is our show from last year, with cartoonist Ariel Schrag.
I can promise you that this won't become an All Quik All The Time blog, but I was fascinated by a piece in Urb which found the source sample for a track off of DJ Quik and Kurupt's upcoming record.
Here's the song, "Hey Playa":
You'll notice it's built around two key samples -- a little horn riff, and a Moroccan singer, who provides most of the song's melody.
So where did Quik find that Moroccan song? Was it in a dusty record shop in Exotic Istanbul? Nope, it was from the Travel Channel, and a show called "Bizarre Foods."
Of course, the last time Quik made headlines sampling from the TV, it was for Truth Hurts' 2002 hit "Addictive."
For that track, Quik sampled this Hindi track, Thoda Resham Lagta Hai by Lata Mangeshkar:
Quik said he didn't clear the sample because he didn't know the origin of the song -- he'd recorded it off of his TV while watching a Bollywood movie on the Indian channel. Of course, that didn't fly for the copyright holders, who waited for "Addicted" to become a huge hit, then sued Quik, Truth Hurts and their record company, Aftermath, for a quajillion dollars.
So, did Quik do his legal homework this time? Will a random Moroccan guy in a restaurant somehow find out about this and sue his pants off?
Can anyone identify the song the Moroccan guy is playing?
Rob Baedeker of Kasper Hauser is also a columnist for SFGate.com, the website of the San Francisco Chronicle. In his column, Money Tales, he writes about how people's lives and people's money interact. When we held our pledge drive, he asked if he could write a bit about how I've pieced together a living from what amounts to my college radio show.
Of course, in the space of half a dozen or so paragraphs, I manage to claim to be "vicious like the wolverine" and to reject the bedrock principles of capitalism by saying "I look at the marketplace and say, 'Ugh, people want that?"
In other words: I have to learn to be less quotable.
That said, it's a really lovely article, and can be read here.
When I was in Chicago last year, Nathan Rabin from the AV Club gave me the business for not being up on Brother Ali. He was right, Ali can really rap.