Doghouse Riley
Wail, by now you should know good n well who the heck I am. Ifn ya don't just ask somebody, will ya? I ain't got time to be studyin each n every knucklehead that wants ta be studyin me. Course I say that with love. Ya ain't got no gin on ya do ya? Dang.
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Doghouse Riley's Hailey Loves Johnny
Of Cold Hailey Rainy Night by The Imagined Village
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Uploaded 04 Jul 2007 17:46:00
Doghouse Riley's Live at Jimmy V's
Of Salala by Angelique Kidjo feat. Peter Gabriel
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Uploaded 03 May 2007 04:28:07
Doghouse Riley's Goodnight, Little Angel
Of Salala by Angelique Kidjo feat. Peter Gabriel
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Doghouse Riley's Turn The Light On, Will Ya?
Of Salala by Angelique Kidjo feat. Peter Gabriel
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Doghouse Riley's Skylarkin'
Of Salala by Angelique Kidjo feat. Peter Gabriel
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Uploaded 18 Mar 2007 17:57:54
Doghouse Riley's Monkeying Around
Of Shock The Monkey by Peter Gabriel
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Y-Y-Y-You-def-ef-ef-ef-ef-intely got yor mind-mi-mi-mi-mind right and yor pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-pri-orities straight Cojak, ol pal. Keep slicin and dicin and don't let nobody tell ya nothin. And now, if I may, let me exit through you.
Well, baba, I don't know exactly where to begin. If this here wadn't a "hot pick" then what the hell should be!?? Lord-Jesus-H-Jimeny-Christmas-on-a-Soda-Cracker!!! I'll tell ya what right now. I'm damn glad that I'm still checkin in over here now and again cause if Sevara and RealWorld don't release this here as a single then she (and they) don't got a hair on their collective hineys. Course, ifn she does have a hair on her hiney she could try that there Nair or Neet stuff although I ain't sure how good it works. Geeze Louise, this is the most rockin, engagin thang I've heard in years. YEARS!!! I ain't lyin junior. I see now that I just happened to catch it the day ya put it up. Still, no hot pick??? Them numbnuts. What the hell are they thankin?? Here's what I say. Just shut the site down right now cause it don't get no better'n this. Honest. Full yard squat. And my undyin admiration. Hot Damn, this rocks. Woof!!!!!!!!!
Ya still got it in spades, ol pal. Along with five golden orbs.
Wail, I've decided I ain't gonna rate anymore a yor dang mixes. I'm just gonna tell ya flat out that you've got a standin 5 golden orbs for each and ever future mix. Hell, even if ya pull off a clunker now and agin (and I ain't sayin ya don't) yor ol magnum opuses are all professional, thoughtful, damn engagin musical entities and seem to be as ubiquitous (that's a new word I just learned, pardon me while I use it) as fleas on me in the summer. I've also put on a tiny hat just sos I could doff it to ya, ya talented bastard. Now go on with yor bad self. I'm still checkin in from time to time so don't go slackin on me and makin me look like a dang igmo for given ya this here lifetime achievment award. Woof!
And yor callin my strings cheezy?? And that wadn't no 10cc, that was the dang Four Freshmen. Anyways, I hope you was duck walkin when you was playin that there hotter'n a firecracker Chuck Berry rhythm guitar part. I know I was when I was listenin to it. Particularly loved the call and answer "let me in --Nooooo" parts. Just absolutely dangtastic there MH. Full yard-squat. Now shut up about my saxophone, will ya?
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Ifn ya want a "real" version of it in full wave format instead a that there puny, pantywaisted MP3, Just let me know through the PM thang and I'll doll one up and send her on.
Will do, Simon ol pal. Thanks for yor kind words an all. Glad ya liked my ol magnum opus. And ifn yor ever in my honest-ta-gawd-real-and-not-imagined village stop by and I'll grill ya a steak and make ya the best dang martini you've likely ever had. Just hope none a yor fans gets too addled or nothin by my foolish gibberish. Woof!
Wail, I like the tone a this one. All murky and mysterious. And, yea, them guitars sound a little strained and loosey goosey but that adds rather than subtracts to the swirlin feel. Go on with yor bad self DK. Keep em comin, ol pal.
I feel like I could regain my rightful throne as the dad blamed emporer of eithiopia or somethin after listenin to this superlicious ol magnum opus. Jah say. Where's that there ganja I had a minute ago. Whoa, is that a flute solo. Wail, then hows about 5 golden orbs? YA MON!!
Wail, ya shoulda let me do them horns fer ya, ol pal. Swangin ol groove. Lite and cool like this here ice cream cone I'm devourin over here where it's hot as hamen. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr, pappa likes. Ahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Wail, I'd say you got a heck of a scald there, ol pal. That there's one whole can of whup ass music. How'd ya make the meg limit on that? Glad ta hear from ya and ta see you can still kick out the jams. Welcome back!
Wail, it is now almost midnight on August the 12th, 2007. I have come back to listen to this insanely good remix once more. And I'll say this without fear of reprisal. Peter Gabriel cain't find his ass with both hands ifn he cain't see that this here shoulda won the contest hands down. Period. End a story. Nuff said. The end. Thanks again, Ghostnation. It is just perfect. Yessir, perfect. And I'll fight any man that says different.
Wail, I'm just glad that somebody with a little perspicacity has finally been able to see what I was after here. . .a chineese work with the voice tracks. Hell, I'da thought that you, LS, coulda seen it from a mile away. But now, a course, I just cain't believe ya when ya say that "you was gonna say that too." It's just too dang convenient. But, yea, ol Chris Columbus has got a shitload to answer for. I'll give ya that.![:-]](smilies/embarrased.gif)
Hey Cesar, ol pal. Sorry ya didn't like my ol magnum opus "midi-piece-karaoke-type-thang" as much as I liked yors. Which is a lot. Tho there ain't many it still impresses me that you continue to find the odd fuddy duddy or mooncalf who on a rare occasion in months that ain't got no "rs" in em might not at that particular moment until the full weight and understandin rolls over em like Sherman comin through Georgia not like one a my pitiful ol dittys. So consider yorself a member of a very exclusive club. And I tell ya you are a caution. I plum loved how you said it was funny (which, a course,it wadn't) but you thought it was more serious (which, a course,it aint). You, sir, have one dry wit. 4 golden orbs anyway for ya, ol pal. Great mix.
Wail, if and when I happen to peruse this ol ghosttown-of-a-site I hear a lot of the same sorta stuff and/or the infrequent interestin ol magnum opus only more often than not the vocals don't fit at all or somethin worse. But here, ladies and gentlemen is a feller that understands both groove and how to make the vocals fit it! Excellent job there, E.M.P. Full squat, five golden orbs.
Wail, welcome to the surreal side a town there LS, ol pal. And hot damn I love that sound. Great playin. You got it just right. Course what ya oughta do is let me take a run at ol Pete's vocal. I bet I'd have him soundin like ol Paul McCartney in no time. I wouldn't make him sound like John, a course. I got to much respect fer him, fer one, and say what ya will, ol Pete ain't even in the same league. Heck, he'd probly say so his ownself. It shore is "gear", tho. And it just might be, as Victor Spinetti once said in a famous documentary, "the clue to the new direction". Full squat (and right on ol York Tillyer's head, too) yieldin five enormous golden orbs.
Wail, hell there, RT, I might have ta switch ta vodka. At least for today! Full yard surf and squat, only this time with one a them big furry hats on. Hey!
How anybody could give this less than a four or somethin I cain't figure, Moonmodule, ol pal. And listen, ya might thank a changin yor handle ta Marsmodule, the moon bein so passe and all. Just a thought there, ol pal. Anyways, yor ol magnum opus is just dandy as far as as I can see. Which ain't too far without my glasses. But I'm wearin em tonight and this here is great. Bring em on, ol pal. And next time don't use any a them dronin, pitiful, celtic lyrics or sangin, would ya.
Jimeny Christmas, Babastank, ol pal, you have got yor groove on don't ya!!? I cain't figure why nobody's commented on this Dangtastic magnum opus as it is just about perfect as far as I can tell. I am just about to swoon over that there delay thang yor usin throughout this here groovin mix. I'm yard surfin! I'm scratchin my wormy ass! I'm dancin on my hind laigs!!! And, hey, what's that? Why it's a full yard squat resultin in five golden nuggets. That's what.
Holy Moly there, emser!! I just heard this ol magnum opus on the "radio remixed" thang. Jimeny-Christmas-on-a-sodacracker!! Dangtastic don't do it justice. Supercalifragilistic Expeealadociously Dangtastic is more like it. Are you Beck by any chance? As good as it gets, ol pal. Full yard squat, five golden orbs.
Now lets not go callin ol Radiotimes a "nutter" there Fien:D. Let's just say he's differently abled. Or internally challenged. Or somethin. Maybe, Mooncalf or Jabbernow. But not nutter. He's got his mind right, ya can tell that. And anybody that can wrap this ol chestnut around another ol chestnut like the Sailors Hornpipe gets at least a partial squat and 4 golden orbs in my ledger. Yes sir, he does.
Wail, I tell ya what Babastank, ol pal. Let's just chuck ol Skip out in the yard and just listen to yor dangtastic magnum opus by itself why don't we? Or better yet let's put some new lyrics and sangin on it and have a stone-cold-if-I'm-lyin-I'm-dyin international hit on our hands. Hell, this would replace that pitiful pedophile Gary Glitter's ol football anthem anyday. Rock On!!!!!!!!!!
And, yea, David, them "screams" that AT mentioned. . .ya wouldn't mind sharin yor ol recipe for em with me, would ya? Lord gawd they was just stultifyin!!
Now here's one I could listen to while drivin late at night in the lonely ol city. Nobody else out cept John Law and a few dangerous yard dogs, ol moi included. I like it cause it gits under yor skin and stays there. . .kinda like poison ivy. . .in a good way. Also, lik HM says, it takes it to a new place. And that there's a good thang. Woof! Woof! A raised hind laig and a forceful yellow stream.
Yea, ya know I recently chucked a buncha my outboard stuff (Triton, XV3080, others) which I'd always used for my (I guess you could say) "fake" strings and now I got a bunch a real high dollar Orchestra packages that are as real as ya can get, but I guess I ain't got the hang of em yet as I too was frustrated by that. I'm gonna get em down tho. But ifn ya liked them strings on my "Goodnight Little Angel" they was all "Atmosphere", about as fake as you can get, yet they sound bettern real to me. Go figure. But. . .er. . .that there is a real sax, ol pal.
Oh yea, I almost forgot, that there's George McMoran and Matt Dickson on the background vocals and the real-honest-ta-goodness Gospel Hall of Fame inductee, Mr. Gerald Williams on the bass vocals. Ain't they somethin?!
Wail, Multi, ol pal, I ain't got ta tell ya. . .but I will. . .you, sir, are one talented ol feller. And this here is a dangtastic ol magnum opus. Yor ol choice a chords and melodic movement just about made me have a kaniption fit. And there's more texture in here than my Uncle Bubby's heavy wool Sunday-go-ta-meetin suit. I ain't lyin, Junior. Full squat. Five golden orbs.
Wail, I take exception to that there, Sammlung. Course my bike happens ta be a screamin Honda 599. Mrs. Riley made me get rid a my Ninja a while back but the little 599 is plenty bad enough ta keep me in trouble most a the time. Now, that said, let's git back ta Radiotimes' drivin, speedin, swervin, high-on-somethin-gonna-kill-somebody track, shall we? And while we're at it why don't we just give it the full five golden nugget yieldin squat? Plus a special yard surfin salute. To the ton and well beyond there Radiotimes, ol pal. Keep em comin.
Hey, SS, wadn't this one on the soundtrack a "Easy Rider"? You know when it was just a montage of Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson flyin down highways and over bridges on their motorcyles and stuff. Much better'n the original. GRRRRRRRRRRlicious! I guess I'm feelin so light and frisky cause I just gave ya a full yard squat yeildin five golden nuggets.
Wail, if this here is what a breath of fresh air smells like over here in the Real World. . .and it is. . . then don't tell me there ain't no global warmin. Good job there Lee, ol pal. Although I really prefer yor ol Radio Pakistan magnum opus (But lord gawd don't tell labcoat or nobody else fer that matter), this un here's a gem. Or a germ. I cain't be sure. Anyways, ya get the requisite raised hind laig and a very forceful yellow stream. Enjoy.
Wail, I didn't thank much a yor title there, Labcoat. That is until I heard yor ol magnum opus. And, hey, guess what, it fits perfect. Just the right amount of gut wrench here I thank. A bang up dang up job, ol pal. Woof! Woof! 10 minutes a yard surfin and a trip to the vet for wormin.
Wail, I come back here again ta listen to yor ol magnum opus, Ghost. And it is still the dangdest ol mix ever. Thanks again fer makin it, ol pal. It is still my very favorite.
AAAAAHHHH, Radiotimes, ya still got yor head screwed on straight and yor priorities right! And these are DEMON DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! Jools Holland indeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!! Boogie baby. Ifn that's you ticklin them ivories my little tiny hat is off ta ya sir or madam as the case may be. Maybe one day me and you could get a job at the duelin piano bar down by the Pizza Hut. Oh yeah! Full yard squat. Five golden nuggets.
Wail, ol SimonSays said ta think "filmic" (is that there a word?) and you certainly did that there, Dim, ol pal. So go on with yor bad self. And tho there's been some that's chided ya fer that there middle part I thank yor just bein smart. It sounds all fuzzy and brown. . .just like ol Pete is ownself. Who knows, he might just send ya a bottle of after shave or a dvd thang or somethin. Stranger thangs have happened. Anywhoo, a belly rub, two minutes a flea scratchin, a raised hind laig and a warm yellow stream.
ps: I thought I left this here comment earlier today when I rated yor ol magnum opus. But it didn't take fer some reason. . .that's the second dang time that's happened ta me. Sheeesh!
Wail, I was spaz dancin and flailin so fast n furious to this here magnum opus that the rang in my nose got caught on the safety pin in my cheek and in tryin ta get that sorted out I got my giant purple mohawk caught in the crack of the studio door. But guess what? I didn't even notice too much or give a rats ass. I was too busy gyratin to this here serious punk-o-rama. Whoooooo Lawd!!! Rock on with yor bad self, babastank. Woof! Woof! And 5 minutes of intense yard surfin.
Wail, always the contrarian, let me just say that this one here ain't long enough! It needs ta be about 26 minutes or somethin and then we could market it to the "Workout With The Stars" folks. Heck, I thank I'm gonna just loop it a few times sos me and Mrs. Riley can do our aerobic workout to it. Ifn ya don't mind, that is, Ladies on Mars, ol pal. But why don't ya do me a favor and remix it with the "When I Run" parts more in the groove. Purty please. Elsewise it's just about utterly dagntastic as far as I can tell. LoFi-Shmo-Fi, Go on with yor bad self Ladies. And three more. . .and two more. . .one more. . .come on. . .you can do it!!!!! Full yard squat yielding five golden nuggets.
Hey, ol pal I was gonna PM ya but I don't thank ya got it turned on. Thanks for the kind words. I sincerely appreeeeeeeciate it. Like I said I don't consider myself a "remixer". Maybe a remangler is more like it. But hell, most a the wonderful guys and gals here in the RealWorld put up with me and git a chuckle or a "well I'll be go ta hell" out of me now and agin. And that there's all I'm after. I certainly don't mean to offend no ones sensibilities but ifn I do I guess that's the breaks. Anywhoo, glad ta see yor easin up on me as you are one talented ol feller. Ya just need to spend more time over here and get involved a little more. Come on in, ol pal, the water's fine.
Wail, don't git me wrong now, Deacon, I ain't goin all soft or nothin. I still thank yor a puddin headed ol stick but Geeze Louise this here is a DANGTASTIC accomplishment. And you deserve much more listens and much better ratins than ya got. Such are the vicissitudes of life, ol pal. Most folks probably ain't got a clue how hard this here was to do. They'se not much in the creative department but in the recordin and assemblin department you, sir, have no peer. I kinda like what Essesq said: It's a rebuild. Masterful, Deacon. My hat'd be off to ya ceptin I don't wear one. But this one gets a full yard squat with five golden nuggets.
Heck there, dubrobots, you ain't got ta call me "Mr." Jes plain Doghouse is fine by me. And yea, how can ya not have more respect for anyone else on planet earth than ol moi? That would be mooncalfish at best and just plain dumb at worst. Hell, it might even get ya arrested in several states over here in the bad (formerly good)ol USofA. As to where I hail from it's here in the foothills where the Ozark mountains meet the great Ouachita forest ifn that helps ya at all. I ain't got the foggiest notion where Milton Keynes or Swansea is. Now Swannee or 56 or Greasy Corner even Bald Knob, them I got a good bead on and could take ya to ifn ya wanted for some inane reason ta go. Plus it's great ta know that ol Deaconesque's got a pal. Everbody needs a pal. But I bet that even tho ya'll are takin the "high road", I'll still get to Kilarney before ye.
Wail, yor ol mix is a dang site better than yor critiques, I'll say that for ya, Deaconesque. Good groove and interestin usage of the samples. As ol Borat might say, very nice. A raised hind leg, a full head shake (with slober sling), two minutes a flea scratchin and trip to the vet for wormin. Keep em comin, ol pal.
Wail, I'da been here sooner but I got caught in a flock a seagulls. Then I was blinded by science durin a lecture from the Thompson Twins about Human Nature and how hungry a wolf can be when its at level 42. But now that I am here let me just say that this is one dangtastic bit of retro groovyness there, DJ. One headshake (with a slober sling), a two minute flea scratchin, a nip at the UPS mans leg, and rippin up one slipper.
Gee, ya thank? Ya know, I never thought a that there, Deaconesque. And I guess I still won't. Cause that there is nothin but semantics (that's a new word I just learned, pardon me while I use it). Unfortunately, "rehashed" is all too often more like it. But listen, I ain't got no quarrel with ya. Hell, yor entitled to yor opinion of any of us just like we are a you. And you sound like such a fun ol feller. . .I bet yor the life of the party, ain't ya? So have it any way ya like it, ol pal. Sorry my ol magnum opuses don't tickle yor fancy (or yor apparent missin funnybone) but I know I cain't please everbody.Lord Gawd Almighty who'd want to!?? So go on with yor bad self, Deaconesque. But if I could mention one final irony that has just struck me. You know yor name is indicative a yor personality. Is that why ya picked it?
And you got that there guitar playin out of a dang book? Wail, that's one even I could read, I guess there, Paolo, ol pal. Yor a clever ol stick and this here is wonderful. . .how'd ya slip it by the license police at RW? Go on with yor bad self. Two Woofs, a scratch behind the ear, and a trip to the vet for wormin.
See there D K, and you was worried ifn ya could cut it over here in the Realworld. Looks like yor doin fine to me, ol pal. Congrats on bein number 2!!Keep em comin now, ya heah?
Old fashioned? Heck no there, Deaconesque, just knuckleheaded. First, I ain't never said I was no "remixer". And second, yor 100% right. And third, what in the wide-wide-world-a-sports does that have ta do with any dang thang? Fer yer information (and if you'll listen real close with yor brain instead a yor ass, unless, a course, they are one and the same) you'll see that I stayed as close as I could to the original melody and still make it fit my ol magnum opus. Not that that matters either. Unless and until RW puts up some kinda public, easily understood rules and regs or whatnot then, as ol Pete might say, STAND BACK!! Cause creativity knows no bounds. . .at least where I come from. I ain't got the foggiest idea what it's like over in Prigville. Perhaps you could enlighten us, ol pal. And I say that with love. Honest.
Wail, DK, you got yor groove on that there's fer sure. And it's a dangtastic one ta boot. Ya mighta got ol Pete's vocal in the pocket a little better but, hell, maybe ya got him woozy boozy on purpose. But it's a heck of a mix, ol pal. Keep em comin. Woof! Woof! A two minute flea scratchin and one wild flang of the squeaky squirrel.
Wail there, radiotimes, I see yor up to yor usual antics. And I know how tough it is fer an artist of yor stature not ta be understood in his own time. And I know how hard you musta worked on this here ol magnum opus and all. And I know how disappointed you must be ta git a "two" as yor first ratin. And I know yor probly thankin that because I too take the road less travled at times in search of a differnt perspective an all and how I too enjoy a surreal walk down insanity lane now and agin that I'm gonna help ya out with a "friendly five" or somethin. But, hey, guess what? I ain't gonna do no such thing. I'm actually gonna give ya a two too. Boo Hoo. Pheeeeeeeeehew.
Sounds like ol Pete mighta done this his ownself. Mighty fine, Maxwell, ol pal. Mighty fine indeed.
Thanks so much to all the regulars. Yor a grand bunch a guys and gals and I'm very very proud ya even let me be part a this here community. Sincerely. But, I tell ya what, it's purty funny that the mammas-boy-non-comment-leavin-shitheels still thank that these ratins mean anything at all. So in the interest of fairness and commraderie and with the knowledge that as a "senior" member of this peer group I have a distinct responsibility to mentor and educate those who are just learning the ropes and trying to come to terms with what it means to both be a member of this community and to gain the respect and friendship of those who work everyday to both maintain this site and fill it with creative ideas I say: COME AHEAD ME BROTHER! ZERO ME DOWN TA NOTHIN IFN YA GOT THE BALLS! THIS HERE CONTEST IS OVER YOU NUMBNUTS!! DO YOR WORST YOU SCUM SUCKIN IGNORAMUSES!!! I IMPLORE YA! HONEST!!! A course, I say that with love.
ps: As ol L-D might say: I love this place!
Wail, I tell ya Varelse, ol pal. I ain't never seen no one get a zero as their first dang ratin before. Now that there's goin some. And even tho yor ol magnum opus might, as some might say, need a little polishin, I don't thank a zero is anywhere near the ballpark as far as ratin it goes. Course, you or some other pore soul may a meant ta give a five or somethin and just screwed up. Hell, I done that my ownself once. Honest. Anyways, I'm gonna give ya a "friendly five" to get ya back on yor feet. So, go on with yor bad self.
Hey, Doghouse? Yea, Doghouse? Do ya thank that since Sean has already rated his ownself I need to bother? Ya mean me? Yea, me. Wail I don't know, Doghouse, what would I do? What would I do? Uh huh. Me? Yea, me. Wail I actually liked his ol track an all so I'd probly give him 4 or somethin. I would?? Yea, I would. OK then, if you say so. I do. Well go ahead then. Don't rush me. Who, me? Yea me.
See there, colab, ifn ya don't stick it out ya sometimes miss all the good parts. This boy knows how to end a track, I'll tell ya that much. Hell, I listened twice all the way through. And it started growin on me. So I quit. Two woofs, a two minute flea scratchin and a raised hind laig.
Wail golly Suzy. Yor makin me woozy. Cause this here mix is a doozy. Ya know some folks say I'm too choosy. They thank all I like is raccous and bluesy. But it takes much more than that there to amuse me. Or yor liable to lose me. But this here mix grooves me. And behooves me. To rate ya highly. Which, they say, is SO like me. Well, usually.
Wail, Jimeny-Christmas-on-a-soda-dang-cracker there, emser. I thank you've broken trough to the new dimension!! What a dangtastic track. Great Drums. Great guitar (especially that there Captain Beefheart meets Marc Ribot part there in the middle). Lord Gawd Almighty!! Whoo Hoo or somethin. Thanks, ol pal. Full squat, 5 nuggets.
Wail, ya gotta love that chord movement and I agree 100% with ol Spinmeister bout that Tele playin. Absolutely dangtastic there, Maxwell. Go on with yor bad self. Woof! Woof!
See, this here is why yor a dang remixer and I'm just a dang jabbernow. This is also a reason why they need to have more than a 4.5 dang meg limit on the mixes. I know what you was fixin to kick inta ifn ya'd had more time. This here kicks my rusty butt (as we say where I come from) all over the parkin lot. Thanks fer the lesson. Now cut it out, will ya? Full yard squat, ya bastard.
Thanks, ol pals. I really mean it. Ya'll are great. But listen now, it has come to ol Doghouse's attention that one a them full yard squats I been gettin came from none other than Doll. . .er. . .Mrs. Riley. So ifn ya need to deduct thatn go right ahead. I told her not to, but hell, she's got a mind of her own. (And, yea, they call her Dollhouse around here. . .what the heck do ya want me to do about it?)
You got yor groove on alright there, OXXO. Yum Yum. And, ironically, it reminds me of when my momma was tryin ta paper train me. "In this place", she'd say over and over. "In this here place right here. . .not over there you lame brain". Or words to that effect. And who are you anyways, Mark KAAAAAAH-nofler? Great guitar work, ol pal.
No, no. Don't change a thang. Please. I like this here just as is. Good gawd almighty on a soda cracker, DJ. Sometimes mistakes is the mother of sheer brilliance. One extended trip to the vet for a wormin. Full squat.
I'm beggin fer more a this one. What product are ya advertisin? Cause I'll buy some. Honest. Full yard squat, 5 nuggets. You are one laconic remixer, STEF61.
Absolutely Dangtastic!! A full yard Squat, a 3 minute flea scratchin, a raised hind leg with a warm yellow stream, 5 minutes a chasin my own tail AND a dang trip to the vet!!! You, Hernine, are one really talented ol feller. And, listen here now, ifn ya ever make it over to the bad (formerly good) ol USofA you just drop on in and ol Doghouse'll treat ya to a whale of a time. Honest. And if and when ya can. . .get back here and just keep em comin, ol pal. Peace be with ya.
This here's a dangtastic idea!! Not that it ain't got some slight missteps but Geeze Louise, how can ya not like this feel and those background hey-e-ays?? Hell, I wished I'da been workin on it with ya, emser, ol pal. I thank I coulda smoothed and polished it out a bit fer ya. But you, sir, obviously got yor mind right!! A full yard squat with 5 golden nuggets AND inclusion in the Doghouse Riley Circle of Champions.
Wail, hell, just about damn near perfect. Yessir, this here's goin inta the circle of champions. A full yard squat and five golden nuggets and a mighty big thank ya for makin this terrible song inta somethin wonderful.
Wail, I can sing "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" to it so that there's purty good. Yea, the more I listen, the more I like. You should go listen to some fellers called Birdy Nam Nam. I thank you'd like em. Woof! Woof! And a wormin from the vet!
L-D, you have got ta take that mirror ball and strobe light outta yor livin room. I believe it has addled ya. But, yea, my tails a waggin to the beat as I write. So, two minutes a yard surfin followed by a dry grass wallowin, one behind the ear flea scratchin, a raised hind leg and a warm yellow stream. Groove on, pard.
Wail, if the possible exception a that there hi-hat over on one side, I liked it purty good, if that's any consolation to ya. Woof! Woof! And a two minute flea scratchin.
Oh me brother. Looks like it's time for a bit of the old in and out.
Wail, ifn ya cain't like this what can ya like? Quite wonderful. And I don't even like this dang song!! As usual, musicjunkie, you've done a dangtastic job. But don't thank I've forgot that you still owe me a glass a champagne from last fall. What kinda joint you runnin here, anyways. Full yard squat. . .5 golden nuggets.
OK, ol pal, I won't rate ya. Although I'm purty shore it'd be a full yard squat plus. But I'm gonna swing wild and take a guess or two. Stylus RMX. Lounge Lizard EP3. Trilogy. First Call or JABB horns ( I like them horns. . .why don't ya give me the receipe). And a whole bunch a musicianship. We might just have ta have a "funk down" lights-out-chainlink-cage-mix-match there, Mccello. You are one talented ol feller.
Wail, I had strep-throat once so bad they had ta knock me out with pain killers. Honest. And while I was out I had a panicky, weird dream. I'd wake up sweatin from fever, toss and turn a minute, and go right back to sleep and the same damn dream. Over and over. All night long. This lasted for two days. Just like this here mix. Now you may thank I'm complainin, but I ain't. I gotta agree with ol caml. This is one interestin and effective tone poem. It's gotten under my skin. Hey, Essesq!! How do I get it out? Anyways, two Woofs, a raised hind leg, a forceful yellow stream and a two minute flea scratchin.
Oh yeah, I'm groovin on this one. Uh uh. Uh uh. I'm groovin. I'm one smooth, cool little mongrel. Uh uh. Uh uh. And now. . .we reggae my little turtle dove. Don't worry, I got ya. Oh, hey, hi there Sammlung, ol pal. I guess I was daydreamin or somethin. Man I was spaced out there for a minute. What happened anyway? I thank I gave ya a full yard squat. Did I?
I know, abeck, yor askin me ta look into my heart. What heart? Still I'll give ya one in the laig, two in the chest and, a course, one in the brain. Now let me get my hat.
Hey there, MITSWD, Listen now, I don't know nothin in french but after usin a few translator thangs what I thank yor sayin. . .and correct me ifn I'm wrong, cause I probably am. . .is "since when it is a crime ta have yor friends vote for ya" or somethin like that. Am I right? Cause ifn I am I got ta give myself a purty heavy back pattin seein's how I don't know any frainch at all except, you know, "oui oui" (which over here means I got to go to the bathroom or somethin) and "mon ami" which I thank means my friend. But ifn I got ya right there mon ami, it AIN'T no crime to have your friends vote for ya. At all. Go ahead. Feel free. Have a dang good time. Enjoy yor self. If ya read my post (and I know it's probly harder for you than it has been for me) you'd see that I thank that's just dandy. My only concern was that folks might be ratin ol Andrix high and everbody else low which, a course, would only go to show both their childishness and their general musical ignorance. . .probly as a goodly number a the other mixes here actually show some musical cohesion and a little craft, unlike this one, which while well meanin, I'm sure, is sophmoric at best. Not that that's a bad thang. Hell I my ownself, was a sophmore at one time. Course then they kicked me out a the dang college before my Junior year. Honest. I know, it's hard fer even me to believe. And yet they done it. So I guess that goes to show that anythang can happen ta anyone at any time in this crazy old world. LIke me tryin to decipher yor frainch and you tryin to decipher me. Hope this helps.
Nope, they still gotta be earned, one at a time. Wish she could tho. She's a heck of a seamstress.
Wail, ifn all ya did was have a passel a yor friends over to the RealWorld ta vote up yor ol magnum opus and they, in turn, ain't votin down other mixes then I say; Go on with yor bad self, Andrix. Hell, my mamma's "knitters & knatters" club did it fer me and I ain't ashamed one bit that they did. Heck, the ratin's don't matter anyways as to who might or might not win this here contest, so let em vote till they're blue in the face and their little fingers is all painin from clickin their litte mice thangs. But surely ifn yor as old as yor bratty kid makes ya out ta be you can realize how all this looks to the average jill or joe, right? Not good. And speakin a not good, that there's what yor ol magnum opus is. But listen, that ain't no crime. Hell, it just means you got plenty a room fer improvement. Who wouldn't want that? But you need ta tell yor friends that it certainly does suck and that you yor ownself know it sucks so's they won't continue ta look like dim-bulbs with all their slavish carryin on over it. I'm sure they's all a bunch a very nice folks. Honest. But if they really thank yor ol magnum opus is professional/good/cohesive/a cut above/insert yor superlative here, they are a mighty unschooled and unsophisticated bunch. And, really, it's up ta you ta keep em from bein held up to the ridicule yor now subjectin em to. I know I can trust ya to do the right thang.
Wail, even this is better than the original. So ya got that goin fer ya.
See Caml, this here's why you will never, ever see ol Doghouse in no jungle. Not that I'm prejudiced or nothin but I hate them damn monkees. Once outside the bank they was one a them leashed up little fellows and his organ grinder in the funny costume. And as I passed by I, bein the great humanitarian I am dropped a nickle in his dang cup. Wail, I guess I might as well a spit in is eye or somethin cause the grinder wenta cussin me in some language I couldn't understand and that damn monkey got on me like white on rice, ifn ya know what I mean. . .he was scratchin and flailin and makin them crazy monkey sounds and it took three people (includin the Security guard there at the bank) to get the little bugger off me. They made me take rabies shots just to be sure I wadn't infected with some horrible jungle disease or somethin. Honest. Turns out is wadn't a nickle I dropped, it was a Chucky Cheese token from my nephews birthday a few years back. So I can see how they was riled an all. Still, it's put me off monkeys fer good. Anyways, ya get a full yard squat with five golden nuggets but I cain't listen to it ever again. . .hope ya understand, ol pal.
Wail, I thank this one here's gotta purty good chance a stealin the whole show. Although youyou's mix is gonna be hard ta beat. You fellers have done an amazinly cohesive mix. Organic and of a piece. In other words, screw you for pullin off what I ain't got the talent to. But I won't hate ya cause yor beautiful or nothin. A full yard squat. You bastards.
Wail, I thought I left a dang comment earlier today but I guess it's in the ethos now. Anyways, this here mix is like ice cream. Hell, it's a whole banana split with cherries on top. In fact, make mine pistachio, joe. Crimeny LS, would you just plain suck at one time or another so's the rest of us know's yor an actuall human bein? Geeze Louise. Oh well, a full yard squat with 5 golden nuggets and. . .keep em comin, ol pal.
Wail, in my case that'd be a PETicure, don't ya thank?
Wail, with the exception of that there chorus part with ol Pete at about 2:40 or so, I thank this here is my favorite take on ol Angelique's song so far. Yessir, this here's almost perfect. Plus I can sing "The Devil's (Sailor's??) Hornpipe" to it so how can ya beat that?? Well, ya coulda put a musical quote in there from it, I guess. But all in all I give it three Woofs, a two minute flea scratchin, a raised hind leg, a warm yellow stream AND a full yard squat. Knock yourself out there, youyou!
Very calmin there, pasha. Nice, really. But I kept thankin I was gonna hear somebody say "alright, slowly exhale and move into the squatting dog position. . .and. . .breathe in. . .and out", as if I don't already know how to do that.
Way mo betta than the dang original. Very interestin. In other words, let's yard surf, what'dya say?
Fresh, tasty, crunchy like a just opened bag a dog kibbles. . .ooooooooooo yummmmmmyyyy!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRlicious! Scratch my tummy, will ya?
Love what ya did there,ACM. It's dark. I like dark.
Nah, LS it was jes because the rather large vessel that holds my general enui and my angst at the prevailin zeitgeist wadn't empty yet ifn ya know what I mean and I thank you do. And, just fer yor information, I quit wearin ballet slippers years ago. It's open-toed wedgies now.
Wail, I kept waitn for ol Bono to start sangin. But he never did. Which is OK with me. At least The Edge kept a goin fer ya. Now ifn we could just get that dang sanger to shut up so's I could hear more a yor great track. Woof! Woof!
But did ya hafta strech that endin out so long? Hell, let's give ya a full yard squat with five golden nuggets anyways.
Susy, I cain't tell ya how much I enjoyed listenin to yor ol magnum opus! It's dangtastic! I don't thank it's no secret what I think a this here JOI tune (nothin against him personal or anythang) which is not much. But yor take on it was cool, interestin, shifty, fun and just plain listenable. Woof! Woof! And a five nugget yard squat.
Thanks ta all for yor kind comments. But now don't ya go makin ol Doghouse get all teary eyed or nothin. At least not in public. And, yea, Joe there's three reasons the strings last so long on the end there. 1] I actually had somethin else in mind when I played em. 2] But after I was finished and kept listenin I thought, no, that there's just right and 3] I knew somebody would point it out. . .I just thought it'd probly be ol LS.
Wail, this here groove won't quit. And why should it? It's killer. It's diller. And if this don't keep their heads bobbin and their rumps shakin out under the mirror ball I don't know what would. At the risk of havin ta join the mutual admiration society I gotta say, you sir, are one talented ol feller. Woof! Woof! And a raised hind leg. See ya down the pub.
Wail, radiotimes, it's obvious to me (even ifn it ain't to some a these other jabbernows) that you have got yor head on straight and yor priorities lined up right. And while I'd just as soon ya didn't blame me for this ol magnum opus I'll just have ta stand up an take what's comin to me. That sounds like my boy Cholly on the end there. Is it?
The Elks Lodge it is, ol pal. And ya might not believe this but I won that there cell phone thang in the fishin tournament over on Greers Ferry a couple months ago. . .Largest catch a the day (8.6 lb bass) It's purty fancy, it even takes a dang picture ifn ya want. I've used it exactly three times. Once ta call ol Pete in England. Once to order a large "meat lover" at the Pizza Hut. And once ta take a picture a Mrs. Riley when she wadn't lookin ifn ya know what I mean and I thank you do. Ain't got the bill yet. How much you reckon it costs ta call England. . .any more than the Pizza Hut?
Thankee kindly to all, and yea Thukol, ol pal, that's me a wailin high and lonesome fer ya. Ya ought ta hear me do that old blugrass song about "The Dreadful Snake". . .I've actually seen grown men cry when I wax up a sheen on that one. Course, not necessarily for the reason I was hopin for.
Wail, as long as you liked it, I guess.
Wail, yor ol magnum opus is like a book a short stories. The gear shifts work purty good even ifn ya do have a few funny passin tones. But then what'da I know. Arf! Arf! But just for future reference, Lyle Mays needs a dang haircut.
Wail, I guess it ain't no big secret or nothin that I cain't get behind this here JOI tune too much. But I shore as heck like all your different takes ya got stuffed inside yor ol magnum opus here. Yessir, I do. Go on with yer bad self TZ. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRlicious!!!!!!!!
Wail, ifn this here's your first effort I'd be scared to see how good yor second might be. Woof! Woof! And a scratch behind the ear!
Ahhoooooooo!! I'm howlin at the moon. And diggin yor quiet groove. Course Id'a stuck some drums so loud it'a knocked folks outta their chairs at about 2 minutes. . .and a wailin guitar or somethin. But thank gawd you don't think like me. I ain't got no sense at all. But I guess you know'd that. Woof! Woof! And a full yard squat.
Wail, it's up ifn ya care to read about it an listen to it. Thanks for helpin, ol pal.
No, what ya gotta do, colab, is just get rid a ol Pete and Agelique altogether and let that killer groove stand on its own. That or have Shirley Bassey sing "Standin on Shakey Ground" on top of it. Arf! Howwwwwwwwwwwwl!! And a ear flappin head shake.
So this here's what pure grain alcohol, ecstacy, animal tranquilizer, fish sticks and a hemmoroid suppository feels like standin under a strobe light and a mirror ball. Well, I could get used to it. I thank. I'm at least willin to try. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRlicious!
Wail, as a fellow Sonar user I can tell ya unequivically, you need to not forget ta take yor medication there, HysteriKen. But don't worry I understand, I been there. But then I sobered up and went home. Woof! Woof! And two minutes a yard surfin.
Wail, bring yor silver hammer down there, Maxwell. I like this here track a bunch. . .no, a heck of a bunch! Musical, engagin, interestin too. Woof! Woof! And a raised hind leg.
Love that ol background sax. It's icy. It's chilled. It's clean. Hey, is it a martini? Cause if it is, I'll have one. Woof! Woof!
Hey, Esquizzle, I don't know ifn yor still around but I got another mix I'm fixin to put up that's gonna be dedicated to you. Unless I get drunk or somethin. And I shore hope its OK with ya fer me ta tell everbody how you double-dawg-dared me ta do it.
Wail, I dunno how they figure thangs but why you didn't end up in the Top Twenty is beyond my computational skills I guess. I mean you only got an AVERAGE RATIN OF 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cain't none a these knuckleheads add and subtract? Not even countin that yor mix is friggin ROCKIN!! If you ain't in by next week drastic action is required. And I'm just the kinda dim-wit who'll take it.
Lemmee see can I put it another way:
Your remix was great!!
There ya go. Where I come from we'd a probly said it was "nine foot up a bulls behind" But I know ya wouldn't get that one.
Wail, who needs ol Pete or Angelique? I'll take this ol track by itself any ol day. Can I git thisun for my car or somethin? Woof! Woof! And a raised hind leg.
Hey there, Pnapper, mon, whatever. Next time yor in Kingston town look me up. Or down actually. Yea, that's me over there in gutter. I danced too much last night to this here track and smoked a little to much ganja. GRRRRRRlicious!!
Hey there, SS. I may have ta get you ta mix all my ol magnum opuses from now on. You, sir or madam, have great ears. . .and, a course, composition skills. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Woof!!
Wail, this here reminds me of many a Sunday mornin after a hard Saturday night. I thank ya got the whole thang bout exactly right there, Tethia. Course, don't take my word for it. . .whatda I know? Woof! Woof! and five minutes a yard surfin!
Purty dang good, ifn ya ask me. Which, a course, ya didn't, but I'm tellin ya anyway. But, shoot, ya already know that, or should, if ya don't, but I thank you do. Glad I could clear thangs up fer ya. Woof! Woof!! And a two minute flea scratchin!
As always, talent, style and a cut above. But next time let ol Doghouse play guitar fer ya. Or we could do one a them duelin piano bar thangs like down at the Pizza-Hut. Brilliant, ol pal.
Wail ya might not believe it there AT, but I thank I know that there girl that's groanin in the background. Cinncinatti. 1986. Her ratty ol apartment. She had a cat. And she hadn't changed the kitty litter in quite a while, ifn ya know what I mean and I thank you do. But hell, I didn't care. Bet you know why. Groove on. Purrrrrr, er, I mean Woooooooooooooooof!!
Wail gawl dang, LS, I like this one too! Gets under my skin. . .and not like a rash or nothin. . .but all prickly like. . .like you ate one too many pieces a chicken or somethin. Course, I been drankin again so don't take my word for it.
Yep, I like this here mix purty dang well! It hangs quite nice. You should be right proud there DJ. Woof! Woof! And a cocked left ear.
Richard Roundtree goes ta Atlanta to run down the drug dealer that killed his little sister. I remember it well. "Shaft: Southern Exposure (payback's a bitch baby)" He kicked some major butt and guess what, so do you RustyJam. Peace, Love and Keep the Faith!! WoooF! WOOOOOOOOOOF!!!
Wail, I can sing "Bang a Gong" to it so who can complain about that? Percolatin. Fun. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRlicious! Go on with yor bad self, LS.
From the looks of it you've already had a few rounds as it is. Tho I'd be glad ta spot ya ta one ifn I was ever in blighty. Fer a minute there I thought I'd had one hell of a immediate responce to this here meanderin. And if ya count you. . . I did. That's ifn I count ya, mind. And I ain't decided yet.
Caml, you are one talented ol feller. Do you know how to make a crummy mix? I guess not. Woof! Woof! And a full yard squat ending in five golden nuggets.
This here is commercial!!?? In what country? Moldrovia or somethin? I mean yea it's good an all an interestin. I guess. It does have a certain somethin. I just ain't sure what that somethin is. Anyways, keep up the good work or whatever.
Wail, while ya a did a purty bang up job with what ya had, I thank you'll find that a "salad" bowl woulda worked better and the "Williamsburg" dinin suite from Ethan Allen is the pro's choice to accompany guitars and stuff. The Ektorp is purty "old school". At least that what Loveshadow told me.
Hey, what happened to the walls in here?? They're all screwy. That one over there is taller than that other one. Where am I? Everythin looks like a dang checkerboard. And how come I'm dressed up like the King a Hearts? Where's that little blonde girl. . .I thank she had somethin to do with all this. And fer gawd's sake would somebody shoo that dang rabbit outta here!!
See there L-D, I told ya you'd find somebody who actually understood ya. Ol Synthetic's got yor number. Or somethin. And, hey Synthetic, I shore do like that very first part. No foolin. But I hope ol L-D ain't beatin up on you like he did me. Hell, I can take it. But I ain't to shore about no one else. Woof! Woof! and a raised hind leg.
Wail, I feel partly responsible for such falderal as this here. And ya know what? It makes me mighty proud! Mccello, ol pal, I owe you a big stiff martini. You sir, have earned a place in the Official Doghouse Riley Circle of Champions. Hell, that's better than the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame OR the Westminister Kennel Club Show. You got style AND talent AND a dang sense a humor. Two Woofs, a three minute flea scratchin, a raised hind leg, a warm yellow stream AND a partial yard squat!!!
Er. . .What Loveshadow said!!! I thank me and the missus might put this'n to good use.ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF!
This is the exact dream I had the other night after finishin up the tweakin on my remix a this here song. I woke up in a could sweat. But that ain't a bad thang. Woof! Woof! And a raised hind leg!
Wail, I can shore here that pitch shifter workin overtime. And it shore is purty. Honest. And real sweet. But so is a glucose and maple syrup smoothie. Hey, I just thought a somethin! Are you in a band called Air Supply? Listen, on another subject, I seen on yor ol website thang who all ya like. And I like a lot of em too. Stephen Bishop. . .why I cain't say. . .I'm almost ashamed to admit it. But I thank ifn you ain't heard of him, you should go listen to ol Kenny Rankin. I thank he's right up yor alley. But then, after yor done, would ya get back to makin them killer grooves you do so dang well. Cause ones like this here makes me queasy.
Wail, I come over here and listened to yor ol magnum opus like ya asked. . .although ya didn't have ta. . .I'da probly done so anyways. And ifn ya got a surprise endin or somethin I'm sorry but I didn't make it that far. As others have said (and as I, my ownself have said), you are one talented ol feller. But this here reminds ol Doghouse of a song by one a his fav-o-rite bands, They Might Be Giants and a song they got called "Man It's So Loud In Here!" Still, I'll give ya one Woof and a flea scratchin.
Wail, I hope them boys got one or two less sssses in there dang names so it won't sound like steam escapin ever time the teacher calls on em. And I hope you made em a nice big cake with lotsa icin and stuff. Hell, ifn I'da known I'da had momma get one a her "kniters & knaters" members to bake ya one. Honest. But to this here mix it's. . .well. . .dang good! You should be right proud. Anyways tell Heckle and Jeckle or whatever ol Doghouse says Happy Birthday but don't expect no present or nothin.
Foo Foo, Honey, listen now will ya, I told ya not to call me over here. You know good n well I cain't be seen with you in public. You know who may be snoopin you know where on the you know what. Come on now, baby, you just trot on back to Jimmy's and if ol Doghouse get's a minute or two he'll drop on by. And listen, yor so called "anonymous" friend can kiss my rusty butt. I kin recognize Earl Dean Krepwich any ol day a the week. I told you to stay away from that moron. He aint' got the sense god gave a goose, which, by the way ya can tell by you and his, so called, remix. I'm in enough hot water as it is for ruinin ol L-D's track. I ain't got time to be studyin you. Go on home now, I'll call ya later. Honest.
SCHRAS, ol pal, that there is one interestin mix. I find it quite pleasin to my ol doggie ears. Woof. Woof. and two wags a the tail.
How's it hangin, Multi, ol pal? Good ta see ya back in the saddle. And what a great mix (as usual, a course). Hope all's well with ya. Even tho I don't see it in yor tech notes, are ya usin that there Duende thangamajig on this one? Hope so. Woof! Woof! and a raised hind leg!
Hey,tuna, I've missed talkin to ya. Thanks fer a great job and I'll be drankin Plymouth gin so have at least two or three gallons ready. It ain't cheap!!
Yessir, George Martin to a dang tee. Simple, beautiful, not unlike my ownself. No bullshit, no backin loops, real honest-ta-god musicianship. Go on with yer bad self, mccello. I feel like somebodys been rubbin my ol tummy and scratchin my ol dog ear. Woof.
Does that mean I gotta tell my momma's "kniters & knaters" club to forget about the "Votes for Doghouse" cake sale?
Thankya there, Thukol, ol pal. Yea, as L-D his ownself told me I wouldn't know real "Dance" music if I tripped over it. If I'm in a club. . .I'm at the bar. And them mirror ball thangs give me a headache. As ta the volume, I dunno, she was purty hot when I uploaded her. But who knows
I been stayin away from listenin and ratin for a good while now. I'll probly do a bunch all at one whack or somethin, I don't know. But ever so often a title or somethin catches my little pea brain and I'll give it a listen. That there's what happened here. I liked yor ol title "Just Kiddin" cause that's all I ever do. Then I listened to this here mix. And Jimmeny Christmas is it ever good! It's one thang to come up with some new settin to place the song in, but a whole nother thang to get it right and make it sound authentic. . .specially when yor workin with a danged computer and not six or seven guys named Xavier, or Jesus or somethin. You sir, are one talented ol feller. Three Woofs and a two minute flea scratchin!!
Over here in the bad (formerly good) ol USofA we got us a group a sangers called Take 6 or somethin. Ya ever heard of em? Cause that's what this here sounds like. And, hey, guess what? I thanks that is absolutely dangtastic!! I'm a sucker for them harmonies. Go on with yor bad self, mccello! You got yer groove on! Woof!
Wail, MacroMarco, you may be the dang clue to the new direction or somethin. Ain't no gettin around yor obvious talent. My hat would be off to ya, ceptin I don't wear one. Careful, ol son, they may start callin you the eyetalian Loveshadow around these here parts. You sir, are one talented ol feller! Woof! Woof! and a good flea scratchin!
Wail, I ain't heard screamin an carryin on like this since the orphanage over on Chatterbox Lane burned down! And that there is goin some. To be honest, I never woulda thunk somebody could make sense a this here tune and make it relevant to the average guy or gal on the street. . .and then ol Synthetic does just that! A raised hind leg and a steady, forceful yellow stream!! Woof!
Wail, HysteriKen, ol pal, yor's is a dang site better than the original. So thank ya for that. This here's one tough nut to crack and I gotta admire yor intestinal fortitude. Woof.
Hey, Milann. Would I like to listen to yor ol magnum opus cd or whatever? Sure. I thank that'd be swell. But listen, you need to turn on yor private message thang. You can talk to ol Doghouse. . .but ol Doghouse cain't talk to you. What kind a system is that? But since a dang CD is too big to email or somethin, how do ya propose ta git it to me? Just wonderin.
Hey, LS. Ida sent ya this here message by the PM thang ifn I knowd how to use the dang thing. Maybe you could educate me. Anyhow, Although I told the knuckleheads at RW I wadn't callin Pete a welcher or shitheel or nothin, I was kinda surprised that I ain't got my dang DVD thingamajig yet.and the parade my hometown's throwin me is a week from this Saturday. Honest. I get to ride in the lead convertible with the Vo-Tech School prom queen and the DVD itself gets to ride in the 2nd convertible with the mayor.they's even built a little rotatin stand for it to set on with a little white-gloved arm that'll wave as it passes by. Anywhoo. have you got yor ol DVD thang yet? Just wonderin, since you probably live only a couple blocks from ol Pete and all.
You keep just enougha that there angst in there to punch the sad ol lyrics. Way to go Analog! One dang good mix. Woof! Woof! Ol Doghouse was groovin and thankin. And he likes to groove, and thank.
Absolutely, Utterly, Astoundinly, Dangtastic production. Woof! Woof! and a raised hind leg. Ol Doghouse honestly hopes that you sir are gainfully employed in this here music bidness and are makin a dang good livin at it. Cause ifn ya ain't. . .you're one misguided ol chucklehead to be hangin around hear and masturbatin in public so dang often. Hell, ol Doghouse ain't even close to bein gay but he was considerin the proposition while listenin to this dang track. Gotta agree with ol Spinmeister tho. . .totally wrong, totally inappropriate, totally soul killing. Dreadful really, but gaaaaaawwwl dang what craftwork! Yor one scary individual LS. Keep em comin.
Hey, SC. Is says in that slipshod article in the so-called "Bidness Week" thang that you're a dang music production house. Is that right? Hell, so is ol Doghouse. Really. I got my pm thang turned on now so ifn you'd like to check out my ol place shoot me a message. And again, congrats. Hey, you got yor dang DVD yet? Me neither.
Well, even tho he ain't got his moustache in that there video, that's got to be Ondar. He's the champ Tuvan Throat singer and you may not believe it but I got two a his dang records. One is "authentic" like on that there video and the other is all gussied up with modern arrangements behind his singin. . . and some of it's pretty good. First, time I got a listen to ol Ondar, I knowed he was a standup guy, course his throat must pain him somethin terrible. Oh yea, I almost forgot, my dang wife is pesterin the beejesus outta me to see if you really was one that there MJ band and if so which one. She (and me) have watched that dang thing a bunch a times. The greatest thing for ol Doghouse was that when he was a kid and listened to that thing he had no idea what "a ton or a ton and twenty five" meant. But in the last 15 years or so he's gotten back into fast motorcycles and likes to read that there "Bike" magazine from Briton. Now he knows exactly what it means. . . and does it on frequent occasions.
Well, yor dang nickname is my reply.
Hey ol pard, thanks again for all. I got to re-readin a post I was in where I was havin to set a few folks straight about this insane dang place and I saw how somethin I said mighta been misinterpreted. What I meant when I said I didn't give a rats ass about no ones opinion was that I cain't control no one else's opinion nor they mine. But I still value some folks thought processes so even if I take a hiatus from this here looney bin, I'll check back with yor ol fiesty self now and again to make sure things is proceedin apace. Keep in touch, Dutch.
Don't know LS. That new one is so dang depressin and sad I don't see how I could pull off a "Someone's Pinched Me Winkles" version. But I'll rattle it around in my little pea-brain. And, as you alluded (yup, knowed that word since I's a baby) it was good to see that most picked by ol Pete in the tops and the HMs were the quirky, creative ol magnum opuses. Onward and upward! See ya at the party, and I promise, no more dutch rubby bubbys.hell I swear I didn't know you was allergic. Honest.
Thanks Tuna, ol Doghouse preeeeeciates it.
OK so you got an honorable mention from ol Pete cause yor dang mix was so surrealy good. OK so ol Doghouse got up there too. OK so this here contest is finally over. OK so NOW can I get a dang refill on my dang champagne!!?? What kinda joint you runnin here Don Jose'?
Hey there, Ghostnation. Listen, ol pard, it may be cold comfort now but ol Doghouse means it when he says yor 11 Monkeys was his favorite dang mix. It plain kicked my rusty butt. Like I said above they's been many a great artist who ain't been properly appreciated in his own time. And you, pal, ain't been appreciated near enough as far as ol Doghouse is concerned. Just keep em comin, would ya? Woof! Woof! and a raised hind leg!
Congratulations SC!!! Ol Doghouse thinks Pete couldn't done better than get ya in there at number two. I bet, like he says, it was agony decidin between you and Multiman. In ol Doghouse's book yor both numero uno!!! Don't forget the party tonite. I've got a big ol stiff martini (or three) waitin on ya. Ya did it!!
Fillipo, ol pal, when ol Doghouse first got inta this dang contest the first mix he heard that made him sit up and beg was yors. I love it dang near to death. From my top ten (and apparently everybody elses too!) to number three!!! Congratulations! And their ain't nobody I'd rather share that great honor with. Thanks for makin us all happy with yor wonderful rendition!!
Multiman.You DA Man!!! A hugemundo congratulations from ol Doghouse! ol Pete couldn't picked a more well deservin remix. And remember you ain't payin for nothin tonite at the dang party! The drinks is on the house. I bow before you.I mean I Bow Wow before you. King of the RealWorld!
Congratulations, LS. Kinda figured you'd make it into the tops. That Enos is mighty good (hell are yor dang mixes are!)tho ol Doghouse still prefers that there "valium" and that there "cinderlla" ones. Woof Woof, Bowser Wowser!! Keep em comin!
I believe that's merde, isn't it?
You need a mighty big spoon to be able to stir a pot as big as this, L-D. See yer takin em on right and left. Listen, now, which mug is yors in that there clip? Hafta admit, I loved that dang song. Was that 68? 69? Hell I cain't remember.
Don't know if this'll reach ya ol pard but as one mangy mutt to another, it's been a dang pleasure and thanks for the links, especially that there Fleetwood Mac. And to think that's exactly what I used to look like.
No thanks required LS. That there's one dang good mix! Ol doghouse might not see eye to eye with ya (hell, that'd be tough with me bein down here on four legs) and I am as we say where I come from "rough as a cob", but like I said before music is music and you got a dang lock on that. All good luck to ya but watch out now ya never know when ol Doghouse might be nippin at yor heels.
ps: Oh yea, I almost forgot. It's actually a "screen door in a submarine". I could actually see how windshield wipers might come in handy to get rid a all that dang seaweed.
Kickin Butt and Takin names. And compressin the dog doo out of em while yor at it! Greeeeaaaaaat Groove. Woof! Woof! And two rollovers! Ol Doghouse don't need no viagra when he can listen to this instead!
Well Godfrey Daniels on a Soda Cracker if you ain't woke ol Doghouse from the stupor he's been in tryin to rate all these dang last minute mixes. You are one talented ol feller. I'd be clappin along too ceptin I only got paws. Woof! Woof! This here's a goodern!!!
Now this here's one heckuva mix! No, it's two hecksuva mix! Loved the usage a them other dang songs and what a great groove! Woof! Woof! two rollovers and a wag o the tail! Ol Doghouse gives this un 5 stars!
Don't pay ol Loveshadow no mind. He cain't help his lamebrained idea about "specialty mixes" whatever in the wide-wide-world a sports that is. Music is music. Specialty mixes my rusty butt. You hang in there Fafoui. You done turned in one groovy mix! Woof!
It's the end of a perfect day. Distant lights from across the bay. And, hey, no need to turn THIS jungle music down! Thanks, pard. Three Woofs. Two Arfs. One horribly dissonant Howl. And not only a raised hind leg, but a warm stream as well. Ain't nobody got that yet.
Did ya ever thank a givin that synthy-electric-piano-whatever sound a break? I bet his dang fingers is gettin tired.
But, heck, all this an $3.50 will get ya a cup a Starbucks coffee. Now, who the heck is Lalo Mcdonald? Inquisitive minds wanna know.
Well I left an answer to yor dang question over at my remix if you care to read it.
Well, if ya promise to keep it a secret, just between you and ol Doghouse, I'll tell ya I do a little macrome' and am currently working on a sculpture representing the oppression of the middle class made entirely of Brie and dog kibbles (the mini bite size). Also you may or may not have heard of my large installation saluting the work (mostly in destroying my favorite group) of Yoko Ono in which I've hung a 500 mile long tampon across the Straight of Gibraltor. Plus ol Doghouse notices you have not put me in your favorites which probably means I'm not in yor ol top ten either so who gives a rats ass what you wanna know in the first place, mojo phonic?! Nah, just kiddin. I'll be doin my usual gig at Wembly Stadium for the next beg-a-thon for children or puppies or people who ain't got any better sense than to think they're better'n someone else.
Got ol Pete sliced, diced and pitched all over the dang place. Hell, he probably don't know what happened to him. Now let's blindfold him and give him a dutch rubby bubby! Woof! Woof!
I'm sweatin from yor groove, beathoven. And ol Doghouse likes to sweat. And groove!
Well, ol pard, I tried to give ya the benefit of the doubt. Honest. But this here stuff ain't even "funny" bad. Gotta give ya two stars tho for, oops no I caint, I just heard that new synth that comes in at about 2:40 somethin. Whew! And just a friendly hint, I wouldn't be criticizin nobody elses "midi sounds" if I was you. These here sound like they came outta a twenty dollar Casio. Sorry, but like you I gotta call em as I see em. Which, apparently is like most everbody else on planet earth does if yor ratins are accurate.
Xcuse me, where does that ol conga line form? I'm a little off balance but I think if I grab onta somebodies backside I'll be alright. Ole!
Happy Happy Joy Joy! Ouzo for everybody in this dang place! On ol Doghouse. Whaddya mean my dang credit ain't no good? Just run the dang thing thru again. Hell, I'm good for it. Alright! Let's party!
Woof! Woof! Mighty good.
Yor right, LS. And that dang place is the winnin top ten! Go on with yer bad self, musicjunkie! And git me another glass a champagne, will ya?
Who in the wide, wide world a sports is Lalo Mcdonald??
OK so you've done one heckuva surreal mix. OK so you're one talented ol feller. OK so ol Doghouse is knocked out by it. OK so why'd ya hafta break ol Doghouse's glass a champagne there at the end? I was askin for a refill! Not to have it jerked outta my dang hand by that gal in the red dress and flung halfway cross the room! What kinda joint you runnin here Jose?!
Holy crimeny, this is one wacked out place! LS is makin' references to me and yor wonderful talents are bein' ignored. Sorry I called you a gal (unless you thought that was some sort a compliment) Keep hope alive and don't let this idiotic scorin' upset ya. You are one talented individual, there that's better. And I still say, are you Sir George Martin?
Godfrey Daniels on a Soda Cracker!! What's wrong with you people?! Cain't you understand genius when ya hear it? This here's as good as it gets! Good Lord Almighty! Give this man some votes! GRRRRRRRRRRR!!
Hey guys, ol Doghouse took a look at yor ol internets site and it's ever bit as purty as yor song. And hey, Vincent, did you know yor the spittin image of Phil Collins?
Big Bill's great, acourse. Essential. Couldn't agree more about the Thunderbird brass. The whole arrangement in fact. Ya know alot a folks don't know that ol Doghouse hisself played "Brain" on The Thunderbirds for two years. Dang it was hell in that plastic head.
Well, ol pard, you are one talented ol feller or gal. Yor ol orchestration is lovely, haunting. But don't tell no one ol Doghouse used them words, will ya? He ain't thought of as a "lovely" "haunting" sorta feller. Yor in my Top Ten. Wished I coulda mixed it fer ya tho. You aint Sir George Martin are ya?
Ol Doghouse is wheeling. Ol Doghouse is reeling. That dern room is spinnin again. But that little chi-wa-wa won't let him quit dancin'! And tho she's a tiny little thing she's startin' to look pretty good. Let's dance over by the bar my little turtle dove so Doghouse can have another cuba libre.
When Doghouse listens to this track it's just like when he thinks about fire hydrants. Totally focused with a mission at hand. And that ain't a bad thing. Woof.
How come it's always rainin' in this here city? How come nobody talks to me? Don't nobody want to get to know anybody no more? I ain't even got no umbrella. And it's dang windy too. And ol Doghouse ain't got one o them little plaid sweaters. And the temperatures droppin. Whimper. Howl. 4 stars!
Derned if you ain't got the same ol bootleg tape that Doghouse does. Little club in Cicero, Ill just after ol Pete's concert in Chi Town in 1983. Couldn't believe he'd sit in with my favorite bar band. But that's ol Pete for ya, he hears a groove and he's gotta join in. Plus he was higher than the empire state buildin'. Woof! Woof!
It feels just like somebody's rubbin ol Doghouse's tummy! Woof! And ya even got ol Brian May to sit in! The Fox, The Rat, The Ape & ol Doghouse!
Well, ol Doghouse cain't quite wrap his little pea brain around ol Pete's vocal on this one. But it shore is one purty track. Arf. Arf.
Well Folks, ol Doghouse is honored and humbled. Two things I don't get to feel too often ifn ya know what I mean and I think ya do. A true and heartfelt thanks to everyone who's supportin me and a SUPER big thank ya also to everyone out there that ain't actin' like a jackass or someone who'd poke a kitten with a stick. Stay strong. Hang tough. And Godfrey-Daniels-on-a-sodacracker, keep yor dang sense of humor (those that has one). Now I know I promised to prance around with a dog biscuit on my nose ifn I got promoted. And I will! I ain't comin off that. In fact, when this is all over, no matter how it turns out, I'll even put on one a them little plaid sweaters when I do it. Lord you don't know how I hate them sweaters! But, hell, you've earned it. May the best mutt win. Woof!
Nah, that's ol Doghouse bendin them strings. He was feelin' mighty ginchy that day. Woof.
Whew! I wouldn't go in yor bathroom for awhile if ya know what I mean and I think you do. Anyway, sorry I passed out in your livin room like that but it ain't like you ain't passed out in mine! Yea, I know some of these folks got to make sure it's lightnin' and rainin' with dark grey skies before they think everything's just the way it should be. There is a definite dearth (that's a new word I just learned) of a sense of humour around here. Don't worry about it ol pal. You made ol Doghouse pass right out. Twice!! Thank God Almighty Silas had his cassette recorder goin. I know you was too drunk to even think about such things. If I ever find the bastard that stole my swinette and get it back it would be ol Doghouse's honor and priviledge to jam with yor ol band anytime, anywhere. You just let me know. I promised em if I won this dang thing (which ain't gonna happen) that not only would I do some stupid pet tricks but I'd wear one a them little sweaters. I probably shouldn't done that, eh?
Now you're talkin! That there's MY Fleetwood Mac. Not that marshmallow Lindsey B and Stevie N. Yessir, Doghouse likes. Woof! Thanks for the link L-D.
Woof. Woof. And two rollovers. Ol Doghouse likes!
Well, ol Doghouse listened to that there link you sent me and I thank ya for it. Like you it ain't my cup o tea but it is kinda infectiuos. But that ol boy shoulda knowd better than to be foolin with that gal next door. Dont' ya think? Woof!
Well I knew this site was wacked out but look how screwed up they got it now! The dang news is on it. Somebody better plug somethin into somewhere else cause CNN or whatever is makin ol Pete look downright monkeylike! Hey! is any one listenin? Yor dang TVs comin thru yor dang internets! What kinda cockamamie world are you guys runnin over here? Hey! Can anybody hear me? Oh, wait, hold on, look I can just change the channel. Sorry, ol Doghouse is a little tipsy, I got it now. Woof!
Well, Van Gogh wasn't appreciated in his own time either, Ghostnation. If that's any dang consolation.
nggh. unnghhh. What the. Hey! don't be pokin a man when he, oh hey Esquizzle, is that you? How long I been out? No kiddin? I hope I didn't, uh, you know, while I was, oh, I did? Well if I said anything I shoudn't, what? Well, hell I didn't mean it. Listen I feel awful bad where is yor bathroom? Down here? On the left? OK. No I'll tell ya all about it when I get back. Geez I ain't felt this bad since that time me and you took on them Hells Angels with nothin but two chaws of tobacco and a broken pool cue. Yea well like I said I'll explain in a minute. Right now I got to get to that bathroom. Down here? Right, right on the left I know.
You may not like it, may not like it, may not like it, but ol Doghouse shore does! Woof!
Hey! Where am I? Oh yea over at Esquizzle's place. Sorry I musta passed out agin. And do say hidy to the Dickey Brothers for me will ya. Heck I thought they was still down in that Mexican jail. Ol Doghouse knows from personal experience one place you do not wanta be when you ain't got no Pesos but do have your tail in a crack is a Mexican Jail. And, hey, did PG ever get his wooden leg shortened? I know it was painin' him somethin' awful. Well, hell if the room ain't spinnin' agin, listen I uh
Now I'm sorry, Esquizzle, bout not showin' up for the jam session. But it weren't no project I was workin' on! It was a three day drunk! I woke up in some strange motel room in a pool of my own vomit, couldn't even speak my native tongue. I was tellin' some other pore soul about it earlier. And some butt-muncher stole my dang swinette!! So even if I hada showed up, I couldn'ta played nothin' on yor session. And that's what I was gettin' tanked up for in the first place!! I'll swan! What's this world comin' to??! Anyways glad to see you and Lonnie and the rest waxed up yor usual high sheen. Gotta give ya two Woofs, one Arf and a raised hind leg. See ya next time ol pal.
Ol Doghouse thinks this is a very good idea. In fact he wished he had these tracks to remix 'em his own self. Of course, he cain't. Dern it. Arf.
Ol Doghouse woke up this mornin in a strange hotel room in a pool of his own vomit. He couldn't remember much from the night before. But this song was runnin' through his ol noggin. Hope the water works in the shower. Ol Doghouse feels mighty dirty.
And for L-D: Actually the ability to paint well DOES make you a great painter. But it DOESN'T make you a great artist. HTH
For caml: It was Melodyne Uno.
For number six: Horns were a combination of Korg Triton rack and Roland XV3080.
Doghouse
Folks you have made ol Doghouse mighty happy and mighty proud. Into the top twenty at number five! Ol Doghouse thanks each and every one of you from the bottom of his little pea-pickin' heart! Tell ya what. If you let me hang around here for a couple more weeks (maybe even climb a little higher on this ol ladder) ol Doghouse promises not only not to soil the carpet or chew up any of yor shoes, come October he'll rare up on his ol hind legs and balance a dog biscuit on his nose! You guys are great! Woof Woof Bow Wow grrrrrrrrrrreat!
Folks, we have got to do better than this for ol ghostnation. Whether by accident or design he has created a track that MAKES you feel something. Of course that something might be driving yor car into a lightpole, but that ain't the point! This here's gut wrenchin'. Sort o like one a them bluegrass songs where the little girl gets bit by the snake. I don't think they got enough stars up there for this one. No sir, not the way ol Doghouse sees it. Bow Wow!
This truly one of ol Doghouse's favorites. Great feel and groove. Simple, understated. Unpretensious. Rough around the edges, maybe, but so is ol Doghouse. Bow Wow!
G'night to you too, Loveshadow. Yor one talented ol feller! Keep 'em coming. Heck ya got another two weeks. Ol Doghouse actually has another idea rollin around in his little pea brain. And that's always a dangerous thing. Woof.
well, ol Doghouse would like to get to a computer to rate this. But he can't. The dern dance floor's too crowded. And don't even mention those strobe lights. Heck ol Doghouse can't even get to the bar. And about now he needs a big stiff drink. ARF!
Sounds like ol Peter's got a bulldog clamped down on his privates. Ol Doghouse would never do that. But he might stand on his hind legs and do the flamenco. Yep, he just might do that. Woof.
Dont ya know your're gonna. Dont ya now you're gonna. Dont ya know you're gonna. Get a Woof from ol Doghouse!
Marc Ribot fan, eh? Well so is ol Doghouse. But let's just lose Peter, whaddya say? But that ending! Best so far! Arf, Arf and a raised hind leg!
Now this is more like it! Absolutely no redeeming social value. Ugly, brutish devoid of any goodness or happiness at all. Ol Doghouse likes! Two woofs and a wag of the tail.
Ol Doghouse likes Loveshadow's mixes, all two hundred of 'em! But he does wonder, does ol Loveshadow have, like, a dayjob? Arf!
Well, now this is one that really gets to ol Doghouse. Prowlin the back alleys.off the leash.and feeling hungry. Grrrr.
Totally professional. A beautiful mix. It almost made ol Doghouse cry. But he howled at the moon instead.
When ol Doghouse heard this he wanted to stick a rose between his teeth, grab his good lady wife, and dance like the wind. Woof.
The 6/8 works wonderfully. Thanks for your creativity. Ol Doghouse likes!
thanks to all. You are all so kind. Tell you what, I'll make a deal with all you good folks who're listenin' to our mix. You just keep pattin' ol Doghouse on the head.and he'll keep waggin' his tail.
Wail, I hope you will understand me when I say that a mix like this here takes more balls than either ol Pete or my ownself has to make. It is raw but fresh. It is off-putting yet engaging. In short, it is just lovely. All the dang pretenciousness is gone. And that's really sayin somethin!! Full yard squat.five golden orbs.
comment added to tethia's Remix on 2009-06-04 04:39:33