THE FUNNY OR DIE CHRONICLES PART SEVEN
This shocking piece of self-help advice from Mr. Paul Maul may be the most powerful bit of motivational wisdom you will ever receive. I said it “may” be.
THE BEATLES CHRISTMAS MESSAGES: PART TWO (1964)
The Fab Four are still young and cheeky on this 1964 holiday message. Next year will prove the transitional message before they expand into surrealism and collage.
ANOTHER BEATLES CHRISTMAS RECORD (1964)
THE BEATLES CHRISTMAS MESSAGES: PART ONE (1963)
I first heard these incredible documents called the Christmas Messages back in my teens. I’m sure anybody who has clicked on this already knows that the Fab Four recorded special vinyl 45s distributed only to their fan club members each Christmas. They start out as simple, cheeky and pre-packaged and end up as experimental soundscapes that show the artistic progression of the Beatles in a very different way than their music did. I’ll be posting all seven messages over the holiday season. Here’s the first:
THE BEATLES CHRISTMAS RECORD 1963
THE FUNNY OR DIE CHRONICLES PART FOUR
I declare my great appreciation in fellowship and Thanksgiving. 
THE FUNNY OR DIE CHRONICLES PART THREE
My alter-ego/evil twin, the mighty motivational speaker Mr. Paul Maul, rolls on over at Funny or Die, with clips from his TV Fund Drive Special. Click HERE TO VOTE FUNNY and you will be rewarded in heaven. I hear the Internet speeds are off the hook up there.
PARENTAL ADVISORY: THIS OUTRAGEOUS VIDEO CONCLUDES IN A DECIDEDLY N.S.F.W. WAY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
THE FUNNY OR DIE CHRONICLES PART ONE
I have a page on Funny or Die now. Here is the first installment of an ongoing series of posts highlighting my Funny or Die material! Enjoy the Funny and GO HERE TO VOTE (You have to wait until the end to vote. Oh, and hint: Don’t vote “die.”) THANKS!
SORRY, I JUST NEED TO CHECK MY FEMALE
I’ve been male my entire life, and there are things you get used to. Like knowing that your nipples just aren’t that exciting to anybody. Or the smell of old garlic mashed potatoes in your three-day growth of beard.
Or the fact that you project your male identity onto anything that doesn’t already have a gender. Like words.
Let me explain.
THIS IS BEYOND GREAT
You may have seen the collection of “Shred” videos that have been fairly viral over the last few years, in which the demented StSanders reconfigures the audio on guitar solos into neck-twisting agony that is phenomally funny.
I did not know, however, that the estimable StSanders has been doing a similar, but even more mind-bendingly brilliant piss-take on vocals as well. Thanks to my former radio colleague and now well-known photographer Micheal Tullberg, I have been introduced to a remarkable series of sublimely funny videos in which, if I can even put it correctly (the most amazing ideas are often hard to describe), StSanders has matched the movement of the performers’ lips to words that are wholly other. The result is that we are watching the mouths of the mega famous doing what they originally did, but are being asked to consider that without the benefit of their voices, they could, in fact, be saying almost anything.
Such preamble cannot do this work justice. I’ve included two clips below (they are often yanked off of YouTube so I hope they are still here for your viewing pleasure) but you MUST go to StSanders own site to see the most incredible one of all, the Rolling Stones. (Ironically, this is my very next post after my review of The Man From Elysian Fields, starring Mick Jagger.)
Do not be eating while you are watching these, ‘kay?
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