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lick my intrument: body sounds

sometimes this is what i do late at night.

could it possibly be the original SPOONMEN:

gothhearted scottish spoonman:

now, if you look at the description of that last video, it will say something like, "well, he's no artis the spoonman. who is artis the spoonman? OH SHIT:

So, clearly i'll never be able to do that. so what's the next step? cut out the middleman, of course. imagine if you could play the spoons.... without spoons! this is also something i was taught at an impressionable age. aside from providing a new level of musicianship to achieve, it left me feeling out of step with MY GENERATION. cmon, people, podcasts and leakedmp4sonbittorrents? fuck that shit. let's hit ourselves in the face like old times.
here's Steve Ho is like the performers at my san francisco montessori school. his show includes subtle performance humor:

professional skills:

someone's brother:

" sorta like the granddaddy of beatboxing, by crackers":

more crackers:

the reality of the origins of the handbone.


i wish i was able to provide an adequate visual depiction of the dance step the pigeon wing. i will not stop searching.

this guy isn't the best. but he's the best. clearly, he's no stranger to controversy, but i believe this shit is so real. tip: watch his nipples.

speaking of FAST, here's a side note. i don't believe this man to be the fastest in the world. however, i do think he deserves more than a loading dock job and a jackass t-shirt:
sorry, i know it's a bit much.


1 comment:

  1. Artis is the original Spoonman and he is fucking insane! I once saw him berate an entire dusty Fair of woollen-bra'd hippies for their violent lack of radicality and they didn't even flinch once. They were all just zoned out on Baby Gramps the palindromist and his "Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog" over cheese blintzes in Energy Park while the Flying Karamazovs tossed plates in tutus with the Flaming Heterosexuals at Daredevil Palace. I was twelve and bony and drinking lemonade that never got spiked, and wishing I was a hell of a lot farther from the rabid Artis spit-arc shooting from the stage. Thanks a lot, Tom Wolfe.

    [Ohhhh God, we really gotta get back into this thing, blog leagues, cause I am bored as shit dudes!]

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