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Earth Girls Are Easy Soundtrack

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IMBb has a pretty good take on Earth Girls Are Easy.

A spaceship with three furry aliens lands in a California girl’s swimming pool, so she makes friends with them.

Well, yep, yeah that’s a pretty fair summation right there.

Observe intergalactic friendship in the following movie clip from YouTube’s premier film critic “Feet4Pothead”. Also observe Geena Davis’ hot 80’s bod.

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Click here to download the Soundtrack LP on MP3

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Tracklist

A1 Daryl Hall & John Oates Love Train 3:45
A2 Royalty
Baby Gonna Shake 4:24
A3 Information Society – Hit Me 5:08
A4 Jill Jones
The Ground You Walk On 4:15
A5 The N
Earth Girls Are Easy 3:43
B1 The B-52’s
Cosmic Thing 3:51
B2 Depeche Mode
Route 66 (The Nile Rodgers Mix) 4:09
B3 The Jesus And Mary Chain
Who Do You Love 4:04
B4 Stewart Copeland
Throb 2:09
B5 Julie Brown – Brand New Girl 3:42
B6 Julie Brown – ‘Cause I’m A Blonde 2:15

Strawberry Shortcake Theme MP3 VInyl Download

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Strawberry shortcake was created in 1977 by an illustrator for American Greetings, as in the greetings card people who also brought you Care Bears. During the following five years the Strawberry Shortcake marketing machine pumped out dozens of characters to populate a truly fruity world full of sweet adventures.

These include lovable dreamies like Plum Puddin’, T. N. Honey, Cherry Cuddler, Café Olé, Lucky Bug, Flitter-Bit, Philbert Wormly III, and the putrescent Peculiar Purple Pieman.

Most characters were packed to the brim with sugar, spice, and a pun that was quite nice. However there was one character whose story is truly tragic. Se llamo es Baby Needs-A-Name.

Let’s meet her, shall we?

Hey wait a minute, that's not Baby Needs-A-Name! That's just Hector being a crybaby. Stop scaring away my readers, you big crybaby!

Well who is this masked baby? Why, it's the Phantom Pooper, making stink you wouldn't believe. But you better believe it, brother, because it's here to stay!

Whoa there, Don, this is a family establishment! Put some clothes on and help us find Baby Needs-A-Name!

Geeze Louise, Vaibhav, right out in the open? Finish up and help us find Baby Needs-A-Name!

You too Trish! And while I don't agree with your religious beliefs I respect your right to worship how you see fit, ya big wethead!

You aren't even a real baby, Reborn Rhonda! Just the extremely lifelike representation, or rather idealized fantastication, of some lonely woman! Get a life!

Baby Leroy, are you ok? Baby Leroy? BABY LEROY? Don't worry, we'll come back and check once we find Baby Needs-A-Name. I promise!

Gosh, Tigerbaby, you sure are cute! But I have to find Baby Needs-A-Name, stop distracting me with your vacant eyes!

Hey Baby, aka Birdman, aka Ronald "Slim" Williams, what in the heck are you doing here?! Nevermind, I'm sorry, stay as long as you'd like. Hey, you haven't seen Baby Needs-A-Name have you? Sorry, right, I know...stupid question.

Jesus, Baby Jessica? Wasn't that like 20 years ago or something. This is getting ridiculous. Where in the Sam Hill is Baby Needs-A-Name???

Oh, God, it's...it's ManBaby Steve from the Costco bulk candy department. I, oh God, yeah I threw up a little. Yep, definitely some corn on my uvula. I don't want to look for Baby Needs-A-Name anymore. Thanks Steve. No, I most certainly don't want to play. Yes, I know what you mean by "play." Please go kill yourself.

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At the end of O Brother, Where Art Thou? the beloved protagonists are faced with quite a dilemma: let the lawman get to hangin’ or take a quick bum rush for a hopefully painless suicide-by-cop. You never expect what’s coming.

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You’re goddamn right, a flood right out of nowhere! Not the kind that ruins cities and drowns old women but the kind that rescues a lovable group of good-natured convicts from certain death! It’s also the kind of flood that was built right here in America by God-fearing Americans. Yep, that’s right…this flood was brought to you by the electric hands of the Tennessee Valley Authority.

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Let me step back here for a minute. You see, back during the 30’s when this movie takes place we in America had this thing called a Depression. That means nobody had  good-paying job with which to raise a family. Many men, like Ulysses, Delmar, and Pete, turned to crime just to make ends meet. And then there were those who joined government-sponsored work programs like the Civilian Conservation Corps, Works Progress Administration, and Tennessee Valley Authority–or TVA for short.

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The role of the TVA was to develop the rural areas of Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, North Carolina, West Virginia, Mississippi, and Georgia. This was a good thing for most of men from this area, as they were either flat broke or skimming by on profits from a measly moonshine operation. Of course, this is a blatantly stereotypical generalization of a proud and diverse people. However, it is also true.

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Moonshine still in Knox County, Tennessee. Photographed by TVA in 1936 as part of its Fort Loudoun Dam surveys. See, I told you so.

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In any case, almost all of the hydroelectric dams that are still operating in the area were built or planned during the period of the late 30’s by the TVA. This construction program, which was government-funded, was a big reason that thousands Appalachian people didn’t starve during those trying times. It also still powers the Daytona 500 into the living rooms and outhouses of millions of hillbillies.

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Boy, oh boy, it's a boy.

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Today Americans are faced with a similar situation of those folks in the Great Depression. We have millions of able-bodied men and women who are receiving unemployment support from the federal and state governments. Without this help many would be forced out onto the streets, where they very well might end up like Ulysses, Delmar, and Pete–hunting for a hidden treasure that simply doesn’t exist.

But the big difference today is that these men and women on unemployment aren’t expected to offer anything in return. They don’t build dams, don’t blaze concrete trails through inhospitable lands, and last time I went camping I didn’t see anybody planting trees.

I’m all for helping people get on their feet during times of need. It’s an American responsibility to take care of other tax-paying, anthem singing ‘Mericans. But I also feel that the folks on unemployment should give something back to the community that’s paying their mortgage.

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So down what avenues of the public sector can we send these brave men and women. Let’s not set them to building environmentally harmful hydroelectric dams. It seems there are plenty of roads already built throughout this Great Nation, many of which I haven’t even driven on. And last time I went camping it seemed there were just about the amount of trees, give or take.

Here’s what I propose: enlist these fine people as a sort of police for modern social tact. We’ll call them the Silicone Valley Authority, simply because it works for the intents and purposes of this blog. Here’s a list of the SVA’s 10 most pressing duties.

Duty 1) Patrol vigilantly for people listening to standup comedy on their iPod. Arrest at sight.

Seriously, I hate the way you laugh.

Duty 2) Prevent everyone from posting cool videos on Facebook before I do.

At least give me a chance, jerk.

Duty 3) Discourage, violently, all German tourists from flaunting their good times on our weak American dollar.

Hey Hans, those glasses don’t look smart at all.

4) Commandeer and destroy any iPad that is operated by a user who is in motion under his or her own power.

If you don’t get off the sidewalk I will smack that thing right out of your hand.

5) Ban Twitter

I’m not going to lie, I still don’t get it.

6) Execute a successful viral marketing campaign to make old flip phones cool again.

My cell is so vintage.

7) End self-satisfying, rambling blog posts that have absolutely nothing to do with the post’s original subject matter.

Fine, be that way.

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I’d sworn off Ska for the rest of my life…until I listened to this record.

Flashback to 2002

The memory of when Ska went on my permanent shit list is still very vivid. During college a friend had invited me to a Reel Big Fish concert at Bogart’s. I told him I’d have to think about it because of one major factor: Bogart’s is easily one of the worst venues of past, present or future. Its bouncers are usually current or former members of a lame straight edge “gang” named, laughably, Courage Crew. The members are composed of nerdy dudes who found themselves bullied incessantly throughout high school and, as a result of their endless wedgies, joined a “gang” after graduating or dropping out to feel tough.

I use the term gang with quotations because the terms team, organization or club can’t be used to describe a bunch of dudes who roll 20 deep and pick fights with a single guy because he and one of their slut girlfriends used to neck behind Lee’s Famous Recipe Chicken in Covington. And they aren’t into cooking meth, trickin’ hoes, doing anything illegally profitable, so the unquotationed term gang really isn’t appropriate either. Until I find a good descriptor for their douchey little group the quotations will have to do.

ANYWAY, I didn’t want to see Reel Big Fish in the first place and especially didn’t want to get hassled by oily sXe dudes at the shit stain that is 2621 Short Vine. However, the the tickets were free, it was my friend’s birthday and he’s a pretty swell guy so I sucked it up and boarded the Oi Oi Express.

Big mistake. Throughout Junior High and High School I’d surfed the Ska tsunami that engulfed teenage America in the mid 90s. I was listening to it all: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Operation Ivy, The Voodoo Glow Skulls, The Aquabats, Hepcat, and whatever bands were on the endless Ska compilations I bought at Best Buy. However, I never attended a single Ska concert because my Mormon parents prohibited any social activities within Cincinnati city limits, or as the Mormon bishop called it, Strumpetville. If I’d seen the terrible spectacle of live Ska at an early age I would have ceased and desisted wasting my parent’s money on Ska box sets much, much earlier.

Ok, I’ve never admitted this, even to my therapist, so I’m going to come right out and say it. I had to endure 2 hours of unadulterated and unyielding skanking at that Reel Big Fish Concert. It was much like the following video, except it was scrawny white dudes instead of Hispanic folks. And it was really dark and damp. And I was crying.

Round and round they went. And round. And round. And after a while the spinning rude boys, paired with the nauseating trumpet which spewed from Bogart’s shitty PA, made a brother wanna hurl. So, in knee-jerk fashion, I ran outside to avoid soiling the dance floor. Once outside I unleashed my vomitous fury upon the adjacent storefront of the long-abandoned Jupiter And Beyond Arcade. It was at this moment I swore, much as I did with Goldschläger after a particularly debauched Halloween, that I would never ingest Ska again so long as I lived.

Fast forward to Present Day

Last week I was down at Mole’s Record Exchange in Clifton perusing their small but sweet collection of used vinyl. I happened upon The English Beat’s Special Beat Service and remembered I was quite fond of one of their songs, “Save It For Later”. Sure enough it was on this album, so I picked it up and brought it home for a listen.

What the rest of the disc contained was a delightfully British form of early Ska. They even use an accordion…and it makes so much sense it hurts. It also includes a song from the Ferris Bueller’s Day Off soundtrack. The part you’re most likely to recognize starts at 2:16.

Last week I would have said that under no circumstances would I be listening to Ska in 2011 (with the exception of Hepcat, because Hepcat owns). But this album is telling me that 2011 is brimming with of all sorts of pleasant surprises. So, stay tuned with an open mind for tons of great music to come at Rebuilt Tranny’s Rat Rod Record Exchange.

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>>>Click here to download Special Beat Service at 320 kbps

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Tracklist

A1 I Confess 4:33
A2 Jeanette 2:48
A3 Sorry 2:33
A4 Sole Salvation 3:07
A5 Spar Wid Me 4:32
A6 Rotating Head 3:26
B1 Save It For Later 3:36
B2 She’s Going 2:11
B3 Pato And Roger A Go Talk 3:20
B4 Sugar & Stress 2:57
B5 End Of The Party 3:33
B6 Ackee 1 2 3 3:13

If you’re a proud American that loves Civil War-based western movies, written and directed by Italians, that are filmed in Spain you MUST download this soundtrack.

I’ve been working my way through the Dirty Harry films lately and was reminded how much of a badass Clint Eastwood used to be. Long before he was directing films about girls that punched other girls Clint Eastwood was blasting motherfuckers on the silver screen. Not a couple of ne’er-do-wells, mind you, but a battalions-worth of sweaty outlaws.

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the good the bad and the ugly

Of course sheepskin vests are tough. You don't know what you're talking about.

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Clint took the Western crown from the bloated head of John Wayne and made it cool. Yes, he didn’t say much on screen but he didn’t need to. His sharp-tongued Harder/Spencer rifle did the talking for him from a 1000 yards away.

And over the chatter of Clint’s peacemaker boomed the sonorous roar of God with Hugo Montenegro conducting.

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Click here to download the soul of a gunslinger at 320 kbps.

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Tracklist

A1 The Good, The Bad And The Ugly 2:43
A2 March With Hope 2:25
A3 The Story Of A Soldier 2:59
A4 The Ecstacy Of Gold (From The Film “The Good, The Bad And The Ugly”) 2:33
A5 Theme From “A Fistful Of Dollars” 2:04
B1 For A Few Dollars More 2:39
Co-producer – Al Schmitt
B2 Aces High 3:10
B3 The Vice Of Killing 2:15
B4 Sixty Seconds To What? (From The Film “For A Few Dollars More”) 2:18
B5 Square Dance (From “A Fistful Of Dollars”) 2:06
B6 Titoli (From “A Fistful Of Dollars”)