I also meant to vote for United State of Electronica… I have been down on the hierarchal nature of top-tenning (would you tell your eldest child you loved him more than your youngest?); regardless, they were the best live show I saw all year (except for the rapping parts, and when the people at the show started puking Sparxx). Watch the live video on their site, it is Up With People.
In double news—because if I have to think about another best-of list I will slice open my right eye: The honorable dr. exo is humble enough to admit when he has been served (to his credit, he did not know that Emmy-Nominated Fly Girl choreographer Rosie Perez was my sensei). And yet, he still owes me and Nick two bucks for our dance-off, which we both won thanks to our deep understanding of bass and mutual ability to recite Tag Team verse. (“Slept,” Nick lamented, “on.”) (“Unfairly dismissed,” I rued, “due solely to their appropriation by major sports teams and ESPN ‘chicks have titties’ halftime spots.”) Armed with new confidence after wiping the floor clean with kris’s not-so-mean mug (in a sparks-inducing breaks-off like The Rub hath never seen), I am now mentally prepared to challenge anyone to a 24-hour dance-athon/video-style choreography contest, like Omarion. Because I HAVE seen the movie. Not just the credits. Not just the impatient TiVO flip-thru. The whole movie. So… WHO WANTS A PIECE OF THIS?
p.s. here is my best-of movie list of 2004
1. the revolution will not be televised
2. honey
3. you got served
4. the day after tomorrow
5. the RZA/GZA/Bill Murray sketch in coffee & cigarettes
6. that song in Life Aquatic*
*”Ping Island/Lightning Strike Rescue Op” by Mark Mothersbaugh
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21 U.S.E. points here, baby! (n.b. “baby” is used in the Sinatra-an sense, not the “hey fine foxy mama” sense)
(not that you aren’t a fine foxy mama and all, of course.)
Honey…number 2? Oy.
I’ll pick up that gauntlet. I need a thrill. And to serve somebody up real nice.