YSaC, Vol. 1258: Soopah geeenyus.
Amazing Freestyle Outer Space Piano Jam
You know, when I hear “Space Jam”, this is usually what I think of:
Now mind you, I’ve never actually seen that movie, but it can’t be good. Much like this.
But okay, let’s give Mr. Piano Genius a chance. In his ad, the images linked to a YouTube video. Allow me to show you a still from the opening of said video:
Hm. I’m not entirely sure why there is a Hamilton Beach drip coffee maker floating above the African subcontinent, but who am I to argue with genius? Besides, I’m apparently in a space coma, which may or may not have been brought about by a lack of caffeine.
“But what about the music?” I hear you crying. “Tell me about the journey to other planets that we will be making upon this magical kitchen appliance!” Well, dear reader, I must inform you that this musical journey sounds exactly the way it would sound if Yanni laid down a track, listened to it, and said, “Wow, that’s insipid,” and then overlaid it with random synthesized percussion and THEN threw it out for being the worst thing he’d ever composed. It’s exactly that good, and no better.
Thanks, Prunella!
“…Same thing we always, do, Pinky.”
“Spark’ I do not care what combination of substances and the weeks-old pizza in the fridge did for you–nobody actually “gets” what Kubrick was doing in that last 11 minutes of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Now, clean the kitchen or get out, you stoners!”
The stoners never did see the last 11 minutes. They were long gone when Keir went through the time warp.
“Dude, check out the colors and acid waves!”
“Dammit, Jim! I’m a doctor, not a pianist!”
Snerk. “Pianist.” Heh heh.
When I played in Sonoma, they were in a space coma,
Like a space race straight to the moon,
Like to infinity and halfway past it,
Playing through the end of June.
Now it’s all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won’t really be blown
Like the blow that’ll get you when you get your picture
Right here on the YSaC Zone.
And nicely you can hear it by typing the title into Google! Keyboard wanking at it’s best! for almost 15 minutes! More Exclamation Points!!!!
I would be his groupy but I have to get my hair cut.
The floating space kegerator in the above image is the Spitzer Space Telescope, Hubble’s infrared-sensing (invisible redder-than-red light) brother. It can be distinguished from the Kepler Space Telescope because Kepler is more angular. If Spitzer is the original Tie Fighter, Kepler is the Tie Interceptor.
In fairness to Sparky, someone had to be there to push the keys for the space music. Spitzer just isn’t as nimble as it was in its youth. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t meant to compose.
And, I hear it makes a helluvamean cup o’ joe.
It was meant to decompose, and yes, the coffee is out of this world!
I like my theory better.
So say we all (BBuY)
I propose we start a petition to change the name of the Spitter Space Whatever to the Coffeemaker.
Spittercoffeewhatevermaker, the Satellite to the Stars!
There, done.
Happy?
Ecstatic.
She packed my mug this morning, prefilter
Morning rush hour, 6am.
And I’m gonna be wired as a house by then.
I miss my bed so much I miss the dreams
It’s lonely out in space
On such a drip-less coffee.
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long day
Without coffee here I gotta say
I’m not the man I used to be before
No, no, no, no
I’m a caffeine man!
Caffeine man!
Filling up his mug again! Fifth time!
Ooo! Thanks for the earworm! One of my favorites.
…aaaaaaaaaand…I am hearing this in Shatner………dammit
My work here is done.
Great, CJ! That song is now forever ruined for me. Sigh.
Rocket Man
You are evil to the core, Taco.
Llamanun (BBUY), you must not have watched all 14:53 of this. At about 14:22, my mind was officially blown! (I do have to tell you that the best part was at about 14:52, however.)
Grounds Control to Major Tom,
Grounds Control to Major Tom,
Fill your vacuum pouch and put the next pot on!
EARWORMED!
Maybe so, but I’m hearing it in Adam Sandler.
Dammit…again.
CJ! For the love of Jeebus, stop! You’re ruining The Greatest Hits of the Seventies for me! Song by song!
Blame Taco, Monkey! I’m just reacting.
That’s like me flinging poo at you and blaming it on my boss being in a bad mood.*
*This is actually about to happen, she’s making me crazy today.
Hey man, is that “Ruining The Greatest Hits of the Seventies Song by Song!” man?
Yeah, man!
Well, turn it up, man!
Space coma… Coma in space. Space. I love space. Space, space, gotta go to space.
“And now, Music From Some Guys In Space. Tonight on Music From Some Guys In Space, more fine, new, new-age music and sounds from super progressive Bay Area new-age keyboardist Joel Robinson. Joel will be accompanied on the wall of keyboards by veteran minimalist, Crow T. Robot. We invite you to sit back and enjoy more repetitive new-age music, as we cruise the spacewaves. Come along, fellow travelers, and enjoy Music … From … Some Guys … In … Space.”
Aren’t they the opening act for “Pigs In Space”?
“Tonight on VH-55, it’s “Where Are They Now” where we ask that question: Where Are They? No, Really, Where? We looked in the cupboards, and in the pantry, and even in the media cabinet … What? a floating what? Where? No! You’re kidding me, right? Well–that’s not the sort of thing you’d see on Ethel the Frog, now is it?”
You had me at Crow T. Robot!!!!
*I <3 Joel*
*flicks Bic lighter*
"Play Freebird!!!"
It’s the Space Core!
I’m still fairly new here, but I’m guessing Beyondy must be IF’s Destiny’s Child/Blondie tribute band.
Dunno, “Demon Duck of Doom” sounds like IF’s Byrds-Flock of Seagulls fusion-techno cover band (they only play Hitchcock movie music, though . . . )*
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*Note, above is meant solely for purposes of jocularity and bonhomie, and should not be construed as in any way unwelcoming–Howdy!–to our klatch of snarky zaniness.
Actually it’s more of a Chuck Berry/Buckwheat Zydeco/Rick Dees fusion band. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Disco Duck played on the accordion.
Say, I own an accordion – I’ll have to get right on that.
BTW Capn, I had a snarky klatch once, but a trip to the gynecologist cleared it right up. Thanks for asking.
Did they give you an ointment or did you need shots? I’m just asking for … a friend.
Ghostie: Your post sounded so sad in my head, I’d hug you but, you know, I don’t wanna catch nothing. Hey, a snarky klatch is better than a klarky snatc-
*zing! to the corner!*
Hi Demon! And, if I had a clue what Capn just said I’d probably ditto the comment.
As it is, I don’t…but then I rarely do – said occasions often resulting in happy-chair dance at my desk – so I’ll just say howdy y’all!
And welcome.
Did you bring coffee slices? Because it’s kind of a tradition.
So are cupcakes.
And pie.
I like pie. Apple pie, heated with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. And cheese…on the pie, but only if you warm it – the pie not the cheese – same with the ice cream, only on warm pie…and only vanilla, and if you don’t have vanilla ice cream then just pie with no cheese. And if there’s no pie, then never mind. I’ll just eat a Twinkie.
I’ll have what she’s having.
Thanks for the welcome. Coffee slices are on the house!
Oh wait, I forgot to bring a ladder. Never mind.
I think we have a trebuchet laying around the Lounge somewhere if you’re really determined, DDoD.
I’ve got a magic couch where you can rest your squeezebox. Pay no attention to the missing leg and don’t get hypnotized by the lovely fabric design.
http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=3399
Welcome to the asylum!
CJ, we’re supposed to provide all of the above for the noobs, not the other way around! Sheesh. 8)
Oh really?! Well, that’s not what I was told when I got here.
Gawd, CJ, come one! It’s page 337, Section C, Paragraph 4 of the employee manual. Right after the section that explains how we gotta pay for our own hepatitis shots and the punishment for stealing office supplies.*
*Said punishment is actually what makes the hepatitis shots necessary.
DDoD, I’d like to do the snark, um snipe hunt again, so I’ll stand in for you if you don’t want to go.
ghostycat, ghostycat, friendly, neighborhood ghostycat! Punchity Punch Punch!
Good morning, Starshine!
Soopah Geeenyus? Wait….isn’t that Kanye West?!
Lizzi, I’m real happy for you. Imma let you finish, but Tesla was the best Soopah Geenyus of all time!