fredag, maj 11, 2007

MSG:s omslagshistoria - del 2

Extraskivorna 2002
Bakgrund: MSG var under 2002 sju personer. Eftersom året endast har 12 månader kom vännerna överens om att göra två extra skivor. Detta för att alla skulle få göra två omslag var per år.. En där de själva väljer ut två låtar från de egna listorna, som inte varit med på skivorna under året. Skivan kallas Best of the rest, eller Botr. Till den andra skivan bjuds sju vänner in. De får välja två låtar var. Som tack för detta tilldelades de en box med alla årets MSG-skivor.



Best of the rest
Omslag av Fisken
Omslagsmodell är alla MSG:s skivor under året. Notera att baksidan på det misslyckade septemberomslaget används, och att Jeppes decemberomslag även här saknas. Här fanns dock fortfarande hopp om den panamanska postgången.



Våra vänner
Omslag av Housis
Omslagsmodell är Jakob Hellman, vars singel "Vara vänner" givetvis använts som förlaga. Som medkonstnär för omslaget finns dessutom en Lollo noterad. Vem är Lollo?

torsdag, maj 10, 2007

MSG:s omslagshistoria - del 1


Januari 2002.
Gjort av Bossa, på omslaget kallad Jonas K
Omslagsmodellen är Fred, nån kompis till honom. Satte standarden för baksidor under en tid framöver, i och med att ett urval av de då flitigt förekommande listkommentarerna publiverades.

Februari 2002
Gjort av Dana, ej nämnt på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är den japanska sångerskan Tommy February. Omslaget är rakt stulet från en av hennes skivor, vilket väl kan ses som jävligt slött av Dana.
Skivan är unik på så sätt att den gav upphov till regeln om att en medlem inte får ha två låtar av samma artist med på skivan. Jonas K har på denna skiva två Bryan Ferry-låtar.



Mars 2002
Gjort av Blånäsa, kallad Fredrik på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är fotbollsspelaren Eric Gates, som spelade i Ipswich Town på 70-talet. Omslaget är det första där ett MSG-namn används. Jesper kallas Jeppe på baksidan. Utan citationstecken.


April 2002
Gjort av Stålmartin, ej nämnd på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är nån jävla björn. Här döps MSG. För första gången används beteckningen om än skrivet på det en aning klumpiga sättet månadensskiva-gruppen.


Maj 2002
Gjort av Jesper
Omslagsmodell är en whitetrashunge från uglypeopleserver. Själva skivan har tabellen för den så kallade Dödens grupp i fotbolls-vm tryckt på sig. Sverige hade samma dag som releasen hölls spelat 1-1 mot Argentina och tagit hem gruppen.


Juni 2002
Gjort av Blöta Fisken, ej nämnd på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är Dana. Naken på bryggan vid Fredrik och Johannas sommarställe, på midsommarafton samma år. Enligt sägnen skrevs omslaget ut i smyg på justitiedepartementets enda färgskrivare.


Juli 2002
Gjort av Housis, ej nämnd på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är typ, Paris. Baksidan antas vara en referens till omslagsmakarens arbete på Eurodisney några år tidigare. Och vad han gjorde där för att bli på örat.


Augusti 2002
Gjort av Bossa,
Omslagsmodell är några bokstäver. På baksidan används medlemmarnas smeknamn för första gången. Stålmartin kallas dock vid denna tid Ölme, Blånäsa för Fredrik från Nasaret, Bossa för Bossajonas och Housis för Housejonas. Medlemmarnas vanliga namn finns dock också med. För tydlighetens skull. Den första skivan där Fisken kombinerar Rufus med Baxter.



September 2002
Gjort av Dana, kallad Dana Int. på omslaget
Omslagsmodell. Tja, vad fan står det. Ett totalt misslyckat försök att planka Beatles vita. Baksidan är bättre.


Oktober 2002
Gjort av Blånäsa, ej nämnd på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är en tapet. Som Fredrik i ett första läge försökte köra igenom skrivaren där hemma. Den lät precis så som ni kan tänka er att en skrivare som får en tapet nedkörd i halsen låter. Johanna fick rycka in och fixa omslaget på sitt jobb i stället. Men fint blev det.


November 2002
Gjort av Stålmartin, ej nämnd på omslaget
Omslagsmodell är en schackbräda. Den konstiga skrivningen av månadens skiva-gruppen lever vidare. På baksidan bestämmer Martin vem i MSG som är vem i Simpsons. Fredrik är Crusty. Dan är Ned Flanders. Jonas K är Sideshow Bob. Jonas Ö är en fet liten unge. Johan han fyllot i baren. Jesper är Bart. Martin är han hippien.


December 2002
Gjort av Jesper, oklart om det nämns på omslaget
MSG:s försvunna omslag. Tillverkat i Panama av Jesper och sedan försvunnet på posten. Kan ha fastnat i tullen.

onsdag, maj 09, 2007

MSG: That's what it's all about



Så där. Då var vi påminda om varför denna blogg finns.

MSG april 2007

1. Escape Velocity: “Fall In Love Again”
2. Dungen: “Gör det nu”
3. Blonde Redhead – S.W.
4. Brightblack Morning Light – Everybody Daylight
5. The Ant Farmers. "Shower Curtain"
6. Butcher Boy - "I Could Be In Love With Anyone"
7. Colin Blunstone: "Caroline goodbye"
8. Dennis Wilson: "Time"
9. Justice - B.E.A.T.
10. Penguin Café Orchestra - Air A Danser
11. Matthew Dear - Deserter (Four Tet remix)
12. Coco Rosie - Animals

MSG mars 2007

1. Blonde Redhead – Silently
2. Digitalism – Pogo
3. The High Llamas "The old spring town"
4. Trembling Blue Stars: "Idyllwild"
5. Primary 5: "The Great Escape"
6. The Rubinoos: "I wanna be your boyfriend".
7. The Innocence Mission - Love That Boy
8. Battles - Atlas
9. Feist - My Moon My Man
10. Arcade Fire - Broken Window
11. Freeform Five: “No More Conversations (Mylo Remix Radio Edit 2007)”
12. Sam Dees: “Good Guys”

MSG februari 2007

1. Air France - "Never Content"
2. Days: "Downhill"
3. The Carrie Nations: "Come with the gentle people"
4. Roky Erickson: "I think up demons"
5. Donovan - What a Beautiful Creature You Are
6. Robert Wyatt - Sea Song
7. Explosions In The Sky - The Only Moment We Were Alone
8. Slowdive - Souvlaki Space Station
9. Baxter Dury: “Cocaine Man”
10. Rufus Wainwright: “Another Believer”
11. Gui Boratto – Beautiful Life
12. Midlake - Roscoe

MSG januari 2007

1. Aaron Schroeder: "The sky ain´t blue (demo)".
2. André Herman Dune: "I see a darkness".
3. Of Montreal - A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger
4. High Llamas: "Honeytrop".
5. Deerhof - Matchbook Seeks Maniac
6. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Underwater (You and Me)
7. Juvelen: “Of Course I Remember”.
8. The Good, The Bad & The Queen: ”80s Life”
9. Dean & Britta –Singer Sing
10. Hold Steady – Chillout Tent
11. Oppenheimer: "Saturday looks bad"
12. Maps: "Lost my soul".

MSG december 2006

1. Animal Collective: The Purple Bottle”
2. Bloc Party: Luno (Bloc Party vs. Death From Above)
3. Beirut - Elephant Gun
4. LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great
5. Oppenheimer: ”Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”
6. The Spinto Band: ”Oh Mandy”.
7. Band of Horses: ”The first song”
8. Familjen: "Hög luft"
9. Bonnie Hayes and the Wild Combo, "Shellys boyfriend".
10. Little Girls: "How to pick up girls"
11. Hal - "Wings"
12. Rita Calypso - "Only friends"

MSG november 2006

1. Nordpolen - Have To Get Out
2. Vitaminsforyou - No Cars Go
3. Dirty Pretty Things: Bang Bang You're Dead
4. The Chalets: Feel The Machine?
5. Salem Al Fakir - It's true
6. Trentemöller - Take me into your skin
7. Wall of Orchids: "Come back to me"
8. The Maps med "Dont Fear".
9. Attic Lights: "Bring You Down"
10. The Little Hands of Asphalt: "Oslo".
11. Momus - Count Ossie In China
12. Las Palmas - Män på gränsen till ett nervsammanbrott

MSG oktober 2006

1. Yo La Tengo: "Mr Tough"
2. Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins: "Born Secular"
3.120 days: ”Come Out (Come Down, Fade Out, Be Gone)”
4.Envy: ”Scene”
5. The Nashville Ramblers : "The Trains",
6. Days: ”Simple Things”
7. 1990s: ”You made me like it - demoversionen”.
8. Mulatu Astatke: "Yekermo sew".
9. Milky - Travels with a donkey
10. Julieta Venegas - Limón y sal
11. Mobius Band - The Loving Sounds of Static (Junior Boys remix)
12. Junior Boys - FM

What's it all about, MSG?

För att påminna oss om varför denna blogg finns till publiceras här under dagen låtlistorna för september 2006-april 2007.

Vi börjar med september 2006.
1. Cut City: ”Anticipation”
2. Les Savy Fav: ”Wake Up A Snake”
3: Van der Graaf Generator: ”My Room”
4: Ron Sexsmith: ”Snow Angel”
5. Herman Dune: "I wish that I could see you soon".
6. The Lemonheads: "Pittsburgh".
7. Strokes: ”Ize of the world”
8. PSAPP: ”Northdown Flat B1”
9. The Mobius Band: ”A Hint of Blood”
10. Architecture In Helsinki: ”Owls Go (Pandatronix remix)”
11. Cat Power: "Willie"
12. Xiu Xiu: ”Boy Soprano”

måndag, maj 07, 2007

MSG blandar högt och lågt

Otroligt splittrad uppställning i årets schlagerfestival. Ytterst besynnerliga bidrag, allt från ukrainska rymdtransor till spansk Elephant-pop (nåja). Lite löst sådär tror jag följande fem står för de farligaste bidragen:

- Sverige. The Ark är ett av de allra proffsigaste och snyggaste bidragen.
- Ryssland. Spears-trio som bergis får 543 miljoner öst-röster.
- Ukraina. Tro mig, det är det konstigaste, mest lsd-trippade bidrag, som någonsin deltagit. Får massa röster av schlagermotståndare, partyknarkare och konstnärer.
- Turkiet. Timberlake-kille som vet in i minsta detalj vad han sysslar med.
- Tyskland. Bästa rösten, mest tvålfagre sångaren och swing-musik. Kan vinna ...kommer nog att vinna rentav.

Och lite personligt sådär:

- Bosnien-Hercegovina. Igen! Bäst förra året och i år kommer de med en helt fantastiskt vacker låt igen. Otroligt arr!
- Andorra. Det var nog inte meningen riktigt, dock. Andorra ville skicka ett Green Day, men produktionen är jättesnuttig, gitarrerna tämligen veka och sången är spansk. Vilket blev vansinnigt charmigt.
- Frankrike. Kanske. En poplåt. I alla fall.

torsdag, maj 03, 2007

MSG granskar arbetskamrater

En helt vanlig tre små rätter-slabblunch fick sin speciella krydda för min vapendragare Jonte, min chef Ove och min jobbarkompis Lasse. Sedan det sändes är Jonte manisk, "FOLK STIRRAR!" väser han, medan Ove är skitmallig. Lasse, som satt till vänster på filmen, har nog inte fattat vad som hände. Han är av den "natur- och teknologi-intresserade" sorten, ni vet.

Here it is, skrolla fram till sista minuten: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBs9I-XPPZE

tisdag, april 24, 2007

MSG testar bandnamn

På sajten Band Name Maker kan den som vill hitta ett namn på sitt alldeles eget rockband. Bara att skriva in och testa.
MSG:s snabbtest på medlemmar och exmedlemmars namn gav följande resultat.

* Extra-strength Blånäsa
* Blånäsa Bulb
* Blånäsa of the Lunatic Taco
* Blånäsa Slap
* Blånäsa Sunrise
* Blånäsa Formal
* Blånäsa Berry
* Pygmy Blånäsa
* Blånäsa Response
* Zesty Blånäsa

* Blöta Fisken Sailor
* Blöta Fisken Shroom
* Blöta Fisken of the Cock
* Blöta Fisken Gratitude
* Blöta Fisken Reefer
* Blöta Fisken Cantaloupe
* Scene Blöta Fisken
* Blöta Fisken Parent
* Mockery Blöta Fisken
* Blöta Fisken Poke and the Polluted Pressure

* Bossa Control of the Baneful Sensation
* Bossa of the Flock
* Conductive Bossa and the Catholic Earth
* Clear of the Bossa Wafer
* Bossa Schlong
* Proven Bossa
* Floppy Bossa
* Albino Bossa
* Route Bossa
* Bossa Scorpion

* Dripping Dana and the Fun
* Dana of the Elvis
* Corporate Dana and the Thigh
* Dana Banshee
* Shitty Dana
* Dana Kicker
* Dana Mortal
* Dana of the Adventure
* Dana Transvestite
* Dana Tattoo

* Housis of the Ability
* Housis Darkness
* Housis Welfare
* Bond Housis
* Housis of the Monger
* Housis Speedway
* Housis Audience of the Hard Wing
* Worthy Housis
* Housis of the Belly
* Housis Nomad and the Sawyer

* Wrecking Stålmartin
* Stålmartin Clover of the Stimpy Leader
* Crispy Stålmartin
* Redneck Stålmartin
* Cranky Stålmartin
* Stålmartin Organization
* Stålmartin Towel
* Pesky Stålmartin
* Honey Stålmartin
* Shallow Stålmartin and the Devil

* Jeppe Ammo
* Jeppe Spot
* Jeppe Distorted
* Begging Jeppe
* Undefined Jeppe
* Jeppe Sack
* Greasy Absent
* Jeppe Blaster
* Jeppe Predator
* Wise Jeppe and the Your College

måndag, april 23, 2007

MSG granskar lista med de 50 sämsta poplåtarna någonsin

Jojomen, Blender, en internetmusiksajt, har gjort det jobbet man inte skulle vilja utsätta sin värsta fiende för, nämligen listat de 50 mest bedrövliga sångerna någonsin. Även om jag inte håller med är det tvivels utan underhållande lektyr:

Listan lyder som följer:


50
CÉLINE DION
“My Heart Will Go On” 1998

And on and on and on…

Lop off all but the first 20 seconds of this monster ballad, and it still merits a slot on this list for the unconscionable crime of adding pan-flute solos to the pop lexicon. But it doesn’t stop there: With a voice full of ornamental quivers and trembles, Canadian dynamo Céline Dion pushes arena-size schmaltz into the red, first cutting her syllables preciously short, then strangling each one out. Never has a song about all-consuming love sounded so trivial and been so inescapable — it powered the Titanic soundtrack to a year-topping 10 million copies sold, and made millions more pray that an iceberg would somehow hit Dion.

Worst Moment The third chorus, where she goes from soft to eye-bleedingly loud.

49
RIGHT SAID FRED
“I’m Too Sexy” 1992

The answer to Spinal Tap’s question “What’s wrong with being sexy?”

Right Said Fred were horrible, bald novelty Brits whose one claim to fame was a song that announced that they were “too sexy” for most things, from “New York” to “my cat.” Alas, singer Richard Fairbrass resembled Midnight Oil’s Peter Garrett, and was therefore “too sexy” for precisely nothing. The song spawned a welter of grating catchphrases starting with “I’m too sexy” repeated endlessly by annoying people: “I’m too sexy for my tractor,” etc. Disturbingly, the Freds, as nobody calls them, are still going.

Worst Moment The so-called chorus, in which, instead of mumbling, Fairbrass tries to sing. Stop it. Stop it now!

48
THE BEATLES
“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” 1968

You can practically hear them gritting their teeth

The Beatles proved conclusively that there were two things they could not do: play reggae and feign enjoyment. “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” was a ska track recorded at a point during the White Album sessions when the Beatles would happily have beaten one another to death if only they had had some clubs on hand. As a result, this sounds less like reggae than the desperately chirpy songs Cockneys used to sing to keep their spirits up while the Luftwaffe rained death on them during the Blitz.

Worst Moment The woefully unconvincing laughter in the final line: “If you want some fun — heh-heh-heh-heh! — take ob-la-di-bla-da!”

47
BRYAN ADAMS
“The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me Is You” 1996

It’s Great-Uncle Disgusting — from Canada!

When Adams chose to do sexy after 15 years of chaste, aw-shucks rockin’, even his fans were stunned — as if they’d just seen a stag film starring Richie Cunningham. “I don’t look good in no Armani suits,” he leered in the song’s only believable moment, before suggesting he’d rather “wear” the song’s female protagonist over a blues riff like someone explaining ZZ Top to an accountant. This wasn’t the creepiest track off his album 18 Til I Die; that accolade goes to a song called “(I Wanna Be) Your Underwear.”

Worst Moment “…There’s only one thing that fits me like it should.” Ick.

46
NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK
“Hangin’ Tough” 1989

Boy-band blueprint!

It sucked the Swing out of New Jack, bleached the Blues out of Rhythm &, and featured white boys calling themselves “funky” despite some very unfunky denim vests. This Boston quintet triggered a hormonal rush among 13-year-old girls and intense confusion among their boyfriends, and paved the way for megaselling boy bands who ran low on talent and high on dumb hats. This 1988 hit was all crossed arms and scowls, but the tuff-guy routine didn’t gel: These nancy boys make the Sharks and Jets look like G-Unit.

Worst Moment The boys warn: “Don’t cross our path or you’re gonna get stomped!” Scary!

45
JA RULE FEAT. ASHANTI
“Mesmerize” 2002

The most hated man in hip-hop — for good reason!

Many rappers sing poorly, but none as irritatingly as Jeffrey Atkins. In 2001, he went from a raise-da-roof club grunter who treated women like car doors to a tone-deaf warbler who swore he worshiped them — and cried in his videos to prove it. On this 2002 duet with the reliably transparent Ashanti, he can’t contain his horny side, repeating a cracked-voiced mantra about “Your lips/Your smile/Your hips/Those thighs” and admitting his “fetish for fucking you with your skirt on.” Gains points for honesty; loses many more for coming off like an ogling doofus.

Worst Moment The two-note chorus, which is a laundry list of female body parts.

44
MEAT LOAF
“I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)” 1993

Bitch-titted balladeer seeks dictionary

Forget that this song comes from Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell and that pop albums can’t really have sequels. Forget that it’s 12 minutes — and crammed with pianos, choirs and every over-the-top adornment that producer Jim Steinman could get his hands on, it feels twice that length. No, this epic chunk of histrionics’ worst offense is that it doesn’t make any sense. You wouldn’t do what, exactly? It’s OK for rock songs to be dumb. But not stupid.

Worst Moment Shamelessly aping “Paradise by the Dashboard Light,” the boy-girl duet kicks in at around the nine-minute mark.

43
UNCLE KRACKER
“Follow Me” 2000

Sleaze-rap DJ goes solo, blows like Hootie

Breaking out on his own, the leading light of Kid Rock’s “Detroit playas” reneges on his boss’s promise to “cause chaos” and “rock like Amadeus.” He does, however, cause nausea and rock like Muzak with his nobody-saw-it-coming lite-FM stylings, hummin’, strummin’ and practically promisin’ to tuck you in at night. The unexpected bonus? It gives hope to everyone awaiting the Terminator X collection of Air Supply covers.

Worst Moment Knowing every rhyme before it happens — the first time you hear the song.

42
SIMON & GARFUNKEL
“The Sounds of Silence” 1965

If Frasier Crane were a song, he would sound like this

From the terrible opening line, in which darkness is addressed as “my old friend,” the lyrics of “The Sounds of Silence” sound like a vicious parody of a pompous and pretentious mid-’60s folk singer. But it’s no joke: While a rock band twangs aimlessly in the middle distance, Simon & Garfunkel thunder away in voices that suggest they’re scowling and wagging their fingers as they sing. The overall experience is like being lectured on the meaning of life by a jumped-up freshman.

Worst Moment “Hear my words that I might teach you”: Officially the most self-important line in rock history!

41
BILLY JOEL
“We Didn’t Start the Fire” 1989

Can you fit a cultural history of the twentieth century into four minutes? Uh, no

Despite its bombastic production, “We Didn’t Start the Fire” resembles a term paper scribbled the night before it’s due. As the song progresses, Joel audibly realizes he can’t cram it all in: The ’70s get four bellowed words amid the widdly-woo guitars and meet-thy-maker drums. The chorus denies responsibility for any events mentioned, clearing up the common misconception that Billy Joel developed the H-bomb.

Worst Moment “China’s under martial law, rock & roller cola wars!”: No way does conflating Tiananmen Square with Michael Jackson selling Pepsi trivialize a massacre.

40
COLOR ME BADD
“I Wanna Sex You Up” 1991

Small-penis alert!

These Oklahoma R&B smoothies looked like rejects from a Benetton ad and sounded like flunkies from the Keith Sweat School of Horny Jamz. This is one long string of fake falsetto moans — there’s more heat in an Herbal Essences commercial — and the imagery ranges from perplexing (“We can do it till we both wake up”) to downright unpleasant (“Makin’ love until we drown”). Not recommended for the bedroom, unless your bedroom also features leopard-print picture frames, mirrored ceilings and a five-gallon tub of Astroglide from Costco.

Worst Moment Toward the end, la-la-la’s creep in under whispered phrases like “Lay back and enjoy the ride.”

39
RICKY MARTIN
“She Bangs” 2000

La vida proves not to be so loca after all

The arrangers of Ricky Martin’s follow-up to “La Vida Loca” worked with the fevered desperation of men who had been driven to the desert and made to dig their own graves at gunpoint: first with the hooting 180-piece horn section, then the percussion played by a crateful of ADD-afflicted chimpanzees, and — finally, in a last-ditch effort at the fade — a male chorus as numerous and frenzied as the Red Army Choir let loose in a Cuban whorehouse. The ingredients of its epic predecessor are all here — but it’s all wrong, and worse still, unintentionally hilarious.

Worst Moment “She looks like a flower but she stings like a bee/Like every girl in his-to-ry!”

38
REDNEX
“Cotton Eye Joe” 1995

Just what the world needed: a Swedish techno-bluegrass crossover

Novelty European techno is not a genre noted for its multitude of artistic high points, but “Cotton Eye Joe” may well be its nadir. A Country & Western record made by people who evidently hate C&W music with every fiber of their being, it layers a thumping beat with every hillbilly cliché known to man — twanging Jew’s harp, people shouting “yee-haw!”, bluegrass banjo, horses neighing — and then tops it off with a vocalist singing in what may be the most risible American accent ever committed to tape.

Worst Moment Rednex have spent more weeks at number 1 in Germany than any other artist of the last 25 years.

37
GERARDO
“Rico Suave” 1991

He was Vanilla Ice for the Telemundo set

Long before Ricky Martin lived la vida loca, another fleet-footed, sexually ambiguous Latino star crossed over to pop-chart glory by turning an otherwise forgettable dance-pop tune into a ubiquitous and dreaded catchphrase. In the verses, this Don Juan in a bandanna boasted about his insatiable libido over a cheesy Casiotone beat, but it’s the chorus that really sticks in our cabeza: Reeeeeeeco. Suuaaaaaave. No es bueno.

Worst Moment Nothing brings a dance floor to a screeching halt like the line “I’m used to good ol’-fashioned homestyle Spanish cooking/If I try that, I’ll be puking.”

36
MASTER P FEAT. SILKK, FIEND, MIA-X AND MYSTIKAL
“Make Em Say Uhh!” 1998

Cristal meets constipation!

A lot of ideas occur to people in the shower, but the hook for this Dirty South smash sounds as though someone thought it up on the toilet during a strenuous bowel movement: Master P and a small army of cronies groan “Unnngghhh” no fewer than 25 (!) times here. Rapping, P mumbles, falls behind an already wooden beat and is generally trounced by the phenomenally speedy Mystikal, who tries to pump some crunk back into the sinking ship with an eleventh-hour guest verse.

Worst Moment Each hook, which sounds like the “before” section of an Ex-Lax ad.

35
R.E.M.
“Shiny Happy People” 1991

What were they thinking?

It’s difficult to imagine the circumstances that led R.E.M. — intelligent, literate, subtle even when rocking out — to record this. Not only is “Shiny Happy People” an annoying song, but you also get the distinct sense that it’s going out of its way to annoy you. What other explanation is there for its riff — which sounds like a cellphone ring tone chosen by a sociopath — or its lyrics, which resemble something you would force children to learn as a punishment, or the backing vocals of B-52 Kate Pierson, which defy rational description?

Worst Moment “Throw your love around, take it into town, put it in the ground, where the flowers grow.”

34
DAN FOGELBERG
“Longer” 1979

Dear Mr. Fogelberg: Why not consider a stage name?

Having trouble placing this song? Imagine you’re in a dentist’s chair with a 10-inch steel drill about to bore into your molars when this Muzak classic pipes in through the office speakers. The singer sounds like he could be your patchouli-scented sixth-grade history teacher, whispering politely about being in love with you longer than there have been fish in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew. Then the violins kick in. Then you pray for the sweet, sweet relief of the drill.

Worst Moment Any musician who uses the phrase forest primeval with a straight face must be stopped.

33
AQUA
“Barbie Girl” 1997

Scandi-wegian pedo-pop alert! Erk!

Brilliant idea: Take a child’s toy, turn it into a twisted sexual fantasy (“Kiss me here, touch me there”), set it to teeth-rotting synth-pop like a robot pony kicking children to death and hawk it like Happy Meals to the under-13s. Perhaps the gambit sounded acceptable in helium-huffing singer Lene Nystrøm’s native Norwegian, but in English it’s just plain wrong. Barbie manufacturer Mattel sued, but that didn’t stop “Barbie Girl” from casting a blight on 1997. One question sprang to mind if you were unlucky enough to catch the video: Weren’t they a little old to be doing this?

Worst Moment “Rapper” René Dif’s basso profundo “Come on, Barbie, let’s go party.”

32
WILL SMITH
“Will 2K” 1999

On New Year’s Eve, the Fresh Prince drops the ball

In 1999, the incoming millennium sent most rappers into doomsday mode, but not Will Smith. He was writing a celebration jam so wildly dorky it makes your local bar mitzvah DJ look like a member of the Strokes. Having jumped from ’hood to Hollywood, Smith can’t make the return trip: His overearnest, G-rated rhymes about fun bob along to an unlikely “Rock the Casbah” sample — you can practically see Joe Strummer wondering if he came to the right party and inching toward the exit.

Worst Moment In the running for the Worst Pun Ever award, Smith raps, “The new millennium — excuse me, Will-ennium.”

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CRASH TEST DUMMIES
“Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm” 1994

The worst hum in music ever

You know that jerk at your office who can burp the alphabet? That’s the way Brad Roberts sings. On this 1994 single, his voice is a ludicrously bassy croak as he narrates supposed “slice-of-life” stories that land with a dull thud: A car hits one kid and turns his hair white; another’s covered in birthmarks; the last has genuflecting, churchgoing parents. Sure, white hair’s weird and evangelicals are weirder, but why are you telling us this? Moreover, why do you insist on humming the chorus? You sound like E.T. crossed with Barry White, dude!

Worst Moment Any time Roberts sings a vowel.

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WHITNEY HOUSTON
“Greatest Love Of All” 1986

“Sexual chocolate!”

Immortalized by Eddie Murphy’s lascivious funk band in Coming to America, this heartrending über-ballad is still best known as Whitney Houston’s career zenith, before the marriage and the drugs took hold. Backed by a piano and what may or may not be a high-school symphony, Whit is at her proto-Mariah overexuding best, belting out platitudes about the joys of loving oneself above all others. Truly an anthem for the ’80s.

Worst Moment Picture a whacked-out Whitney and Bobby staggering through Israel in his-n’-hers prayer robes, then listen to the climactic line, “They can’t take away my dignity.”

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DEEP BLUE SOMETHING
“Breakfast At Tiffany’s” 1995

So bland, you can actually forget you’re listening to music while it’s playing

Less a song than an experiment to see how mundane college rock can become before it ceases to exist altogether. Texas’s Deep Blue Something matched frantic acoustic guitars to a perky melody and a lyric that re-creates the experience of being cornered at a party by a stranger who insists on telling you his romantic problems in excruciating detail: “So I said.…She said.…And I said.…”

Worst Moment Has there ever been a more boring line in a song than “And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it?”

28
JOHN MAYER
“Your Body is a Wonderland” 2001

Get this man a cold shower

“Ohhh,” the women of the world sigh, “why can’t I just find a nice guy — you know, someone who’ll compare my breasts to a theme park?” Yearn no more, ladies! Drool never sounded as sweet as it does on this slow-stirred ode to daytime sex — but even from the otherwise charming Mayer, it’s still drool. What’s more, sunny acoustic guitars belie some creepy undertones: When Mayer rasps “Discover me discovering you” and “I’ll use my hands,” it sounds as though he’s sitting in a dark room, playing pocket pool to a camera he planted in the women’s lavatory.

Worst Moment Mayer describes the “deep sea of blankets” on his bed. Ewww!


27

EUROPE
“The Final Countdown” 1987

The worst thing to come from both the band and the continent itself

Eschewing such traditional hair-metal concerns as girl-chasing and “steel horse”–riding, this Rocky 4 theme from the poodle-permed Swedes found frontman Joey Tempest announcing that he was off to Venus, “ ’cause maybe they’ve seen us!” — proof that English lyrics are best written by people with a working knowledge of the language. Tempest’s nonsensical caterwauling was backed by music that somehow managed to be fascist in its bombast yet also coma-inducingly dull.

Worst Moment The synth trills remind us that before they were a crappy metal band, Europe were a crappy prog-rock band.


26

THE DOORS
“The End” 1967

The most pretentious rock star’s most pretentious song

Bombastic? Lugubrious? Sounds like it was recorded in a large metal shipping container and mixed by drunks? It must be a Doors song! Painful in so many ways, “The End,” for starters, has none. (OK, it’s 11 minutes and 45 seconds long.) Over anemic jazz noodling, Jim Morrison intones lyrics that would make the kid wearing the pentagram T-shirt in the back row of homeroom blush with shame. For example: “Father…I want to kill you/Mother…I want to unh-grblgrauauauauaugh!”

Worst Moment According to online lyrics guides, that last vocal eruption actually contains the words that constitute the most appropriate response to the song: Fuck you.

25
PUFF DADDY FEAT. FAITH EVANS AND 112
“I’ll Be Missing You” 1997

…and your platinum-selling albums. Sob!

A little over three months after the tragic shooting of his best friend, the Notorious B.I.G., a distraught Puffy Combs channeled his grief into “I’ll Be Missing You,” a nauseating brew of gloopy sentimentality and strategic-marketing mawkishness. Opportunistic? Perhaps. But how very therapeutic it must have been for Puffy to have this memorial to his departed chum spend 11 weeks at number 1.

Worst Moment The mumbling insincerity of the spoken-word intro: “I saw your son today.…He looked just like you.”


24

FIVE FOR FIGHTING
“Superman” 2000

Musical kryptonite

In the chaotic days following 9/11, people were grasping at whatever they could find for comfort. But perhaps nothing shows how out of sorts America was than the ascendance of this turgid ballad by once-and-future-unknown John Ondrasik as this grieving nation’s unofficial anthem. Maybe it was the sensitive-guy lyrics (“Even heroes have the right to bleed”) delivered over Billy Joel–lite piano noodling that soothed America’s frazzled nerves. But if this man is allowed to continue recording, then surely the terrorists have won.

Worst Moment Those falsetto notes in the chorus are enough to bring Osama bin Laden and Lex Luthor to their knees.


23

COREY HART
“Sunglasses At Night” 1984

If you look up one-hit wonder in the dictionary, this is what you’ll find

Over a keyboard riff that sounds more than a little like that of “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This),” the brooding Quebecois Hart mugged worse than Derek Zoolander as he extolled the virtues of going incognito. With its lack of anything resembling a human being playing an instrument, this is disposable synth-pop at its most bubblegum.

Worst Moment The chorus, in which Hart warns, “Don’t switch a blade on the guy in shades, oh, no,” was an attempt at tough-guy posing, but it made him sound like the musical equivalent of Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club. That is, not very tough at all.

22
TOBY KEITH
“Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)” 2002

Oklahoma redneck runs for office on Hate ticket

Outraged by the 9/11 terrorist attacks, Toby Keith enlisted in the Air Force — no, sorry, he wrote a fight anthem so vengeful, it makes “The Star-Spangled Banner” sound like “Give Peace a Chance.” Though right-wing radio hosts and politicians called him a hero, Keith (who hadn’t had a hit in years) moaned, “It sucks ass that I have to defend myself for being patriotic.” Wrong. You have to defend yourself for celebrating violence and bloodlust.

Worst Moment“We’ll put a boot in your ass; it’s the American way,” Keith sings, mistaking revenge for ideals of liberty.

21
SPIN DOCTORS
“Two Princes” 1992

This is what happens when jam bands go pop

It’s obviously unfair to dislike a song because of the appearance of the band that recorded it. Yet the very sound of “Two Princes” evokes the way the Spin Doctors looked. With its riff repeated long past endurance, dopey lyrics and abominable vocal scatting, it could only have been the work of scrabbly beared, questionably hatted, red-eyed stoners staggering out of the rehearsal room convinced they have discovered the missing link between grunge, the Grateful Dead and Jamiroquai — blissfully unaware that no one in his right mind was looking for that in the first place.

Worst Moment “Dit-dit-dit! Dit-dit-dit-a-dobba-dobba-dobba dobba!”

20
LIONEL RICHIE
“Dancing On The Ceiling” 1986

The world’s least convincing party song

Sounding suspiciously as if it was written in order to fit a video treatment rather than the other way around, this dispiritingly unfunky celebration appears literally to be about dancing on a ceiling — “People starting to climb the walls.…The only thing we want to do tonight is go round and round and turn upside down.” Even more troubling is the thought that in the ’80s, this rancidly thin stew of AOR dynamics and curiously Rick Wakeman–ish keyboards was Motown’s idea of a hot party record.

Worst Moment The fake party ambience, clearly the work of bored studio employees forced to whoop and cheer.

19
MR. MISTER
“Broken Wings” 1985

The thoroughly nasty sound of yuppie angst

“Broken Wings” is primarily annoying not for its anodyne mid-’80s production, nor for its lyrics, which make its central protagonist sound like someone you would seek a restraining order against (“You’re half of the flesh, and blood makes me whole,” he sings, reaching for the duct tape and the nail gun). It’s primarily annoying because it’s a four-minute intro with no song attached. When the booming drums finally kick in, they announce the arrival not of a fantastic chorus or an epic finale, but the greatest anticlimax in pop, featuring what can only be described as a synth bass solo.

Worst Moment The synth bass solo.

18
CHICAGO
“You’re the Inspiration” 1984

And you thought the Cubs were the biggest losers in this town? Wrong!

It’s hard to believe, but at one point Chicago were a fairly well-respected rock band. Then Peter Cetera joined, and they jettisoned any remaining street cred in favor of soft-rock ballads your grandmother would deem harmless. In this, their most egregious offense, Cetera’s gratingly affected and overmodulated vocals float over 1984 standard-issue electric piano, and a nation of greasy, awkward seventh graders slow-danced for the very first time.

Worst Moment That power-rock drum fill before the second verse, apparently designed to mollify hatas who thought the band had lost its edge.

17
HAMMER
“Pumps and a Bump” 1994

Next stop: bankruptcy court!

It takes a special kind of awful to destroy a career. This song is that kind of awful. Four years after winning our hearts with his Rick James samples, deft footwork and baggy pants, Hammer (né MC Hammer) took an ill-advised stab at gangsta rap. Over third-rate Dre beats and high-pitched synth samples, the former Saturday-morning cartoon star freestyled about his love of women with gigantic asses. Soon after it nosedived off the charts, Hammer gave up chubby-chasing and devoted his life to Jesus.

Worst Moment The line “You wiggity-wiggity wack if you ain’t got biggity back” must have been found on Sir Mix-a-Lot’s cutting-room floor.

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4 NON BLONDES
“What’s Up?” 1993


To grunge what “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing” was to the Woodstock Generation Whenever a new genre comes along, one thing is guaranteed: Sooner or later someone will reduce its values to platitudes, then set them to music so trite you could use it to sell soft drinks. “What’s Up?” stapled grunge angst to the AOR that grunge was supposed to stamp out, then added the remarkable vocals of Linda Perry, a woman so tormented by what she referred to as her “lahf” — which she had apparently spent trying to climb that “heeyuhl of howp” — that she had invented her own accent.

Worst Moment The first chorus, in which Perry unleashes the one thing ’90s rock had lacked to that point: yodeling.

15
THE REMBRANDTS
“I’ll Be There For You” 1995

With friends like these…

Like a support group crammed into a pop ditty, this theme song–turned–radio hit is crushingly sunny, cheaply “empathetic” and unsparingly upbeat. The Beatles-adoring duo harmonize about romantic travails, dead-end jobs and the overwhelming power of — you guessed it — friendship. The only way it could be more irritating is if they repeated “Turn that frown upside down” for three minutes and 10 seconds. It is a powerfully appropriate theme, as it’s impossible to hear a note and not think of Rachel’s haircut, Chandler’s grin, Ross’s whimper.

Worst Moment Four handclaps punctuate the song’s first line, all mimed peppiness and overprescribed Prozac.

14
BETTE MIDLER
“From a Distance” 1990

Satanic ballad depicts the Lord as neglectful oaf

Ignoring an entire century of existentialism and science that declared God dead, bawdy bathhouse babe Bette Midler keeps a straight face throughout liberal homilies, stiff rhymes and more sound F/X than a Mel Gibson movie. Sure, war and famine suck, but Midler assures us that “God is watching us, from a distance.” In other words, the Almighty is some kind of heavenly grandfather, loving and caring, but too doddering and distracted to really get involved. Thanks, God!

Worst Moment The drum machine. If God exists, He probably hates drum machines.

13
GENESIS
“Illegal Alien” 1983

Did nobody ever suggest that this song might be considered a teensy bit…offensive?

The ’80s was the decade when rock superstars like Genesis discovered their social conscience. What better way to draw attention to the plight of illegal Hispanic immigrant workers than by adopting a Speedy Gonzales accent and singing a jaunty AOR track depicting Mexicans as freeloading degenerates? Perhaps fearing that the song’s subtle ethnic humor might be missed by some listeners, Phil Collins sported a Zapata mustache and a sombrero in the video.

Worst Moment The middle eight, featuring hilariously accented shouting of the arriba! and eh, greeengo! variety.

12
THE BEACH BOYS
“Kokomo” 1988

They might as well have just pissed in Brian’s sandbox

The Boys’ Cocktail soundtrack single was their first number 1 since “Good Vibrations” 18 years earlier. But chart position is all the songs have in common. “Good Vibrations” is a glorious slice of Brian Wilson–penned pop perfection; “Kokomo” is a gloopy mess of faux-Carribean musical stylings cowritten by Mike Love. It’s all anodyne harmonizing and forced rhymes (“To Martinique, that Montserrat mystique!”) that would have driven Brian totally nuts had he not been totally nuts already.

Worst Moment The most diabolical rhyme is saved for, um, first: “Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take ya!”

11
CLAY AIKEN
“Invisible” 2003

Bad haircut. Worse song!

It’s not just the schmaltzy play for loser pity (“If I was invisible — wait, I already am”). It’s not just the ridiculously purple lyrics. And it’s not just the thought of Aiken’s eternally asymmetrical porcupine ’do quivering as he soars into a high note. It’s the whole hey-girl-I-want-to-watch-you-while-you-think-you’re-alone-in-your-bedroom thing that transforms this song from a merely mediocre ballad to a disturbing voyeur fantasy, filling your head with images of Aiken downloading porn and thinking bad things about that girl from homeroom. What lurks in the hearts of lonely geeks? Clay Aiken knows, and it’s not pretty.

Worst Moment “I wish you could touch me with the colors of your life.”

10
PAUL McCARTNEY AND STEVIE WONDER
“Ebony and Ivory” 1982

Racial-harmony dreck

See, it’s a metaphor: “Side by side on my piano/Keyboard/Oh, Lord/Why don’t we?” McCartney and Wonder want the races to get along as peacefully as the white and black keys on a piano — which seems unlikely, since the white keys didn’t enslave the black keys for hundreds of years. The anguished idealism inspired a Saturday Night Live duet between Eddie Murphy and Joe Piscopo: “I am dark and you are light/You are blind as a bat and I have sight.”

Worst Moment The repeated chorus at the end — where the song gets even chirpier.

9
MADONNA
“American Life” 2003

Desperately seeking…contemporary relevance

On which Madonna updates the “Material Girl”–era satire of commercialism and spiritual emptiness — but this time, she does it with what is hands-down the most embarrassing rap ever recorded. Nervous and choppy, she makes Debbie Harry sound as smooth as Jay-Z. The only thing worse than shouting “soy latte”? Rhyming it with “double shot-ay.” The rhymes don’t kick in for a full three minutes, but the song — propelled by a constipated digital beat and some bungled musings on celebrity culture — stinks the whole way through.

Worst Moment After rapping, Madonna sings, “Nothing is what it seeeems” in a manner drained of all profundity.

8
EDDIE MURPHY
“Party All the Time” 1985

Beverly Hills Cop commits felony pop

Now, it might seem like a cruel satire: Leather-suited comedian teams up with Jheri-curled Superfreak to craft hit record. But no — in 1985, Eddie Murphy and Rick James really did get to number 2 with this catatonic checklist of funk clichés: the witlessly parping synthesizers, electro-totalitarian drums that are practically ready to invade Poland on their own, production mimicking karaoke night in an abandoned pet-food factory and…falsetto singing!

Worst Moment James oozes, “She-likes-to-paaarty — all — the — tiiiime,” leaving us in no doubt about what kind of “party” he has in mind. Relax, ladies: He was on crack.

7
BOBBY McFERRIN
“Don’t Worry Be Happy” 1988

Oh, great — a bumper sticker set to music

Just as there are few things more depressing than being told to cheer up, it’s difficult to think of a song more likely to plunge you into suicidal despondency than this. The finger-clicking rhythm, the Sesame Street backing and McFerrin’s various accents — all different, all patronizing — are an object lesson in trying too hard. The lyrics are appalling, too: If your landlord is indeed threatening you with legal action, you should not under any circumstances follow McFerrin’s advice, which seems to involve chuckling at him and saying “Look at me, I’m ’appy” in a comical Jamaican voice.

Worst Moment The whole wretched thing.

6
HUEY LEWIS AND THE NEWS
“The Heart Of Rock & Roll” 1984

A celebration of rock music …by a band seemingly intent on destroying it

Less a song than a craven attempt to curry favor from drunken arena crowds trained to roar on cue when they hear their city’s name mentioned. Coming off more like one of your dad’s golf buddies than a rock star, Lewis rattles off a list of American cities in a monotone so bland that subbing in “Bakersfield” for “San Antone” would drive the fans wild, and hopefully distract them from the fact that the bar band–caliber music suuuuucked.

Worst Moment The second verse, when that cheeky Huey almost uses the word ass. Ah, 1984 — such a simple time.

5
VANILLA ICE
“Ice Ice Baby” 1990

When hip-hop stopped being the “black CNN”

Making fellow early-’90s pop-rap pioneer MC Hammer look cutting-edge by comparison, the chart-topping “Ice Ice Baby” was mindless white rap for mindless white people, set to the plodding bass line from Queen’s “Under Pressure” for easy move-busting. Lyrically, the Iceman recounts a trip to Palm Beach, where he is forced to reach for his “nine” by some moody dope fiends. It later emerged that this nice suburban boy fabricated his tough past and would probably soil himself at the sight of a real gun.

Worst Moment “To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal/Light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle.” None of this was remotely true.

4
LIMPBIZKIT
“Rollin’” 2000

In which nü-metal veers from disaffected rage to “Will this do?”

Sounding like a middle-aged man trying to fight his way out of his son’s frat party using only random words of youth slang and an unconvincingly gruff tone of voice, Fred Durst dictates a light aerobic workout (“Hands up, now hands down.…Breathe in, now breathe out”) against a background of histrionic metal noise. The song is meaningless and embarrassing in equal measure.

Worst Moment Being addressed as both “partner” and “baby” in Durst’s drawling intro, shortly before being told, bafflingly, “You know what time it is.”

3
WANG CHUNG
“Everybody Have Fun Tonight” 1986

If this song was a party, you’d lock yourself in the bathroom and cry

Initially called Huang Chung, but in no way Chinese, London-based funk tools Wang Chung changed their name to make it easier for whitey to pronounce, thus patronizing Asia and Europe in one stroke. Musically one of history’s least convivial party songs, “Everybody Have Fun Tonight” was both lyrically preposterous (“On the edge of oblivion/All the world is Babylon”) and sung by Jack Hues as though he would turn to sulphur at the very thought of “fun.”

Worst Moment That chorus: “Everybody have fun tonight/Everybody Wang Chung tonight.”

2
BILLY RAY CYRUS
“Achy Breaky Heart” 1992

At least the haircut never caught on. Oh, wait…

Country, but not as we know it. Written by Vietnam vet Don “Pickle Puss” Von Tress in the style of a brain-dead “Blue Suede Shoes,” “Achy Breaky Heart” represented every prejudice non-believers have about country: It was trite, it was inane, it was big in trailer parks and it was thoroughly enjoyed by the obese. Strangely, it was covered by Bruce Springsteen, with slightly less irony than you might imagine; still, this does not make it good.

Worst Moment An instrumental break that single-handedly rejuvenated the line-dancing fad.

1
STARSHIP
“We Built This City” 1985

The truly horrible sound of a band taking the corporate dollar while sneering at those who take the corporate dollar

The lyrics of “We Built This City” appear to restate the importance of the band once known as Jefferson Airplane within San Francisco’s ’60s rock scene. Not so, says former leader Grace Slick, who by 1985 had handed her band to singer Mickey Thomas and a shadowy team of outside songwriters.

“Everybody thought we were talking about San Francisco. We weren’t,” Slick says. “It was written by an Englishman, Bernie Taupin, about Los Angeles in the early ’70s. Nobody was telling the truth!”

Certainly not Starship, who spend the song carrying on as if they invented rock & roll rebellion, while churning out music that encapsulates all that was wrong with rock in the ’80s: Sexless and corporate, it sounds less like a song than something built in a lab by a team of record-company executives.

The result was so awful that years afterward, it seems to bring on a personality disorder in the woman who sang it. “This is not me,” Slick remarks when reminded of the 1985 chart-topper. “Now you’re an actor. It’s the same as Meryl Streep playing Joan of Arc.”

Worst Moment “Who cares, they’re always changing corporation names,” sneers Slick — whose band had changed its name three times.

MSG: Säffle??

torsdag, april 19, 2007

MSG bryter tystnaden

Dags att säga något. Till exempel att vi kanske borde prata lite om var och hur vi ska fira att vi gjort flera nya skivor sen senast vi sågs och att vår latinokille hälsar på.
På tal om skivor. Brännarcentralen behöver repriser på samtliga listor som lämnats sen sist, eftersom automatrensningen av mailen slagit till och fipplat bort dem.

onsdag, mars 28, 2007

MSG tackar det svenska fotbollslandslaget för en trevlig onsdag

Nordirland - Sverige 2 - 1

Här följer betyg på de svenska spelarna:

Fem: Ingen

Fyra: Elmander

Trea: Edman

Två: Andersson, Svensson, Alexandersson

Ett: Isaksson, Mellberg, Hansson, Nilsson, Ljungberg, Ibrahimovic, Källström, Wilhelmsson.


Jävla fähundar.

måndag, mars 26, 2007

MSG längtar till 14 maj


Ja, för då släpps den här skivan. Men för den som vill lyssna lite i förväg finns det nu några låtar på Myspace.

torsdag, mars 22, 2007

MSG på saxparty


Då var det konsertdags igen då.
Stockholms poliskör featuring Johan Stengård bjuder på "Saxat ur vår repertoar" på Nybrokajen 11 den 25 april klockan 19.00
Biljetter finns här eller direkt från MSG:s representant i kören.

MSG i Tradera-drama


MSG-favoriterna Meta och Nippe (av vissa kanske mest ihågkomna som Mutta och Nuppe) krängs just nu i vinylformat på Tradera.
MSG är givetvis med i matchen, och har i skrivande stund vinnande bud. För den som vill följa dramat, så finns den här länken. På söndag vid lunch är det avgjort.
Objektet ser för övrigt ut så här:

onsdag, mars 21, 2007

MSG skrattar och ler

Det var dåligt med inlägg nu på bloggen. Jag har inget särskilt att förtälja, men jag vill gärna delge Dana följande länk ...

...och denna är till Bossa.

Jahapps, det var väl det då.

torsdag, mars 15, 2007

MSG tipsar om bloggar

Not rock on - har gamla él-samlingar, sarah-samlingar och annat.
Gabba - massa musik

onsdag, mars 14, 2007

MSG konstaterar att DN skriver om Sophie Zelmani igen

Det är som ett vårtecken, även om det kan hända när som helst under året. Helt plötsligt kommer den bara, artikeln om Sophie Zelmani i DN. Jag gillar förvisso att DN skriver om små band och så och inte bara ägnar sig åt Kent, men jag vet inte vad jag tycker om deras vurm för Sophie Zelmani. Personligen tycker jag hon är som exorcism. Man känner igen ordet och man vet ungerfär vad det är men man vet inte om det är verkligt. Finns Sopie Zelmani? Vet ni någon som någonsin hört henne? Har någon sett en skiva med henne? Nix. Därav min kritik mot de så normalt nyktra och torra DN-reportrarna, de brukar ju inte nedlåta sig att kommentera alla små new age-falanger, små naturreligioner och små politiska knaspartier, men jäklar vad de är hooked på Sophie Zelmani.

MSG konstaterar att sångaren i Boston är död

Som sagt var, sångaren i Boston är död.

tisdag, mars 06, 2007

Msg inblandat i voyeurdrama!

Varför låter plötsligt alla bloggrubriker som charaduppdrag i Gäster med Gester? Det är nästan som man förväntar sig att Inga Gill skall komma tultandes in bakom datorn och göra nåt. Hur som helst: Jag, Blånäsan, är ofta pappaledig och spenderar gärna denna tid utomhus. Henry sover gott i vagnen och jag är en vän av promenader så efter lunch klär vi oss och rullar iväg. Idag var det nästan torrt på backen så Conversen åkte på och även om det är lite tidigt, visst sjutton är det aningen vår i luften. Dagens promenad var i vanlig ordning helt utan mål och mening, (heter det inte "att vångla" när man håller på så? Jag och mentalsjuka är stora fans.) men jag satte Ringen och Skivfönstret som mål. Men så var det ju så skönt att gå så jag fortsatte mot Vitabergsparken och passerade därmed Katarina skola. Skolgården var full med ungar som strök omkring och gjorde jävulskap men så var det ett gäng också som spelade fotboll. Det såg otroligt roligt ut, de var väl tio elva bast kanske och matchen var på allvar. Jag gick vidare på trottoaren och stannade så nära fotbollsplanen jag kunde, endast ett träd och ett staket skiljde mig från matchen. Jag kände hur jag log brett. Ungarnas dojor sladdade i gruset och jag fick otroliga minnen från min egen skolgård - vilka fighter man hade, och jäklar vad kul det var! Salig av detta härliga vårtecken beslöt jag mig för att knalla vidare och jag slet motvilligt min blick från spelet. Eller slet och slet, jag zoomade ut igen, snarare. Bara för att upptäcka att ca två meter - precis mitt framför mig (och mitt emellan mig och fotbollen) står en tjej och en kille och pussas. De hade väl gått undan och ställt sig i skydd av trädet för att slippa få skit av hela plugget, de var ju på sin höjd bara elva år kanske. Absurt! Det unga paret tittade avvaktande på mig. Jag hade inte märkt dem alls, jag såg ju bara fotbollsplanen, men de stod alltså mitt framför mig! Pinsamt, pinsamt, tänkte jag och satte fart. Men så slog det mig , nä...de var ju bara ungar, inte sjutton höll man på och hånglade i den där åldern. Jag vände mig om för att dubbelkolla. Paret stod fortfarande med armarna om varandra och de stirrade fortfarande efter mig. När jag var utom synhåll slog det mig, undrar hur störda de blev på mig? Här vill man bara långrasthångla lite och så kommer det en jävla farsa och ställer sig mitt framför en och råstirrar! I en jävla halvminut! Jävla gubbjävel. Vi hämtar majjen!

Jag gick vidare och på hemvägen passerade jag Pet Sounds skylfönster. High Llamas nya hade kommit, men jag hade inte råd med den. Jävla ungar. Hålla på och hångla så där! Jag som bara ville ta en vårpromenad.

måndag, mars 05, 2007

MSG försöker skicka textmeddelanden via mobiltelefon

Jag, Blånäsan, hade en sjujäkla bra mobiltelefon men så tappade jag den i Henrys badbalja när jag skulle knäppa kort på honom och efter någon veckas tjat hit och tjat dit fick jag låna en Nokia som kan vara fem år gammal kanske. För det första är jag ju van med Ericssons telefon, jag kunde skicka textmeddelanden utan att ens titta vad jag gjorde och därför var förlusten av den djupt plågsam. Sedan Nokian kom in i mitt liv tar varje textmeddelande plågsamt lång tid att skriva. Jag gör fel hela tiden och råkar ringa den första personen under A i telefonboken osv osv. Nåväl, i söndags spelade West Ham mot Tottenham och eftersom Hammers spelade propagandafotboll första 35 minutrarna skickade jag "En skalp på gång, månne" till Ölme. Han svarade optimistiskt och segerrusigt omedelbart. Matchen fortgick utan vidare utbyte av textmeddelanden. När ca fem minuter återstod var ställningen två lika och West Ham, som tappat en två noll-ledning, heroiskt kämpande spelare till trots, pressade för ett vinstmål. Zamora byts in, och hör och häpna, han nickar in tre två omedelbart. Och nu utspelar sig följande i Blånäsans snurrfåtölj.

- Ett textmeddelande anländer från Ölme; "That´s Zamora, som Dean Martin sjöng", stod det lyckligt.

- Blånäsan, som är en vänlig själ, börjar omedelbart skriva ett gratulationstextmeddelande, men just innan han ska sända får Spurs frispark utanför straffområdet och han låter telefonen vila i handen med tummen på sänd-knappen.

- Tottenham stänker in 3-3.

- Blånäsan raderar gratulationen.

- Börjar istället snabbt, innan något nytt hinner hända, tumma igång ett "Aj sjutton, men en pinne är okej också...." men blir avbruten av att det skriks på tv:n. West Ham är centimeter från att göra ett segermål i femte övertidsminuten.

- Textmeddelande färdigskrivet och så sänd ... eller ... Spurs kontrar... och gör mål! Absurt! 4 - 3!

- Blånäsan raderar textmeddelandet igen.

- Skriver ett nytt, "Jag beklagar". Men äh... tror inte Ölmes mobil finns kvar. Den ligger ca 63 meter ut i Kronobergsparken. Tillsammans med fjärren.

- Blånäsan raderar och byter kanal.

söndag, mars 04, 2007

Msg lämnar Sapporo...

...med svansen mellan benen. Det blev ett sorgligt världsmästerskap för oss. Vi hade otrolig otur. Otur med vallan, otur med vurpor, otur med form och otur med förberedelser. Vi har haft otur med återväxten och vi har ofantlig otur med norrmännen. Juh.

Till Gunde: Helvetes jävla skit vad jag saknar dig. Jag saknar din dårskap och jag saknar din kompromisslöshet. När du vurpade i en backe och bröt hela armen åkte du ändå vidare. Okej, du kom en kvart efter näst siste man, men att bryta ett lopp - aldrig. Jag minns hur sportspegelreportern bara ruskade på huvudet och frågade dig: "Men Gunde, VARFÖR?" Och hur du nästan inte vill svara...du tittade ner och muttrade "Ja, men Sixten bröt aldrig ett lopp". Det är EXAKT denna attityd man måste ha om man ska komma någonstans inom längskidåkning. Man kan inte äta Big Mac och hysta runt en sprinttävling och tro att man är någon. Man måste vägra ta emot SVD:s bragdmedalj "för att Sven-Åke inte fick den förra året och hans insats är lika mycket värd som min" (Wassberg såklart). Men så länge man inte har denna dårskap och tjurskallighet i själen har vi ingen framtid som längdnation. Så lyssna på en gammal man, kära ungdomar:

Till alla svenska ungdomar: Sök till mediagymnasiet. Spela innebandy. Lita på er själva, man behöver inte ett antal hundår för att komma någonvart, det löser sig ändå. Åk inte skidor, det är tråkigt. Strunta i att läsa och skriva, ägna er åt bild och ljud. Gå inte på äldre personers, de som är över 30 år, livslögn, den där om "att hårt arbete lönar sig". Befängt. Sök enkla alternativ, sök genvägar. Knarka. Ljug.