Blood Bros: First Blood by Mad Decent
Track List:
1. Kumite (Main Title) – Paul Hertzog – Bloodsport
2. Higher And Higher – Craig Wedren – Wet Hot American Summer
3. The Glow – Willie Hutch – The Last Dragon
4. Thunder In Your Heart – John Farnham – Rad
5. No Easy Way Out – Robert Tepper – Rocky IV
6. Break The Ice – John Farnham – Rad
7. Montage – DVDA – South Park
8. Training Montage – Vince Di Cola – Rocky IV
9. Eye Of The Tiger – Survivor – Rocky III
10. Fight To Survive – Stan Bush – Bloodsport
11. The Final Countdown – Europe – Blood Bros
12. No Retreat No Surrender – Stan Bush – Kickboxer
13. Never Surrender – Stan Bush – Kickboxer
14. The Touch – Stan Bush – Transformers The Movie
15. Take It Like A Man – Stan Bush – Blood Bros
16. Dare – Stan Bush – Transformers The Movie
17. Sweetest Victory – Mark Torien – Rocky IV
18. Iron Eagle (Never Say Die) – King Kobra – Iron Eagle
19. Now You’re A Man – DVDA – Orgazmo
20. Winner Takes All – Sammy Hagar – Over The Top
21. Burning Heart – Survivor – Rocky IV
22. You’re The Best Around – Joe Espisito – Karate Kid
23. Gonna Fly Now – Bill Conti – Rocky
24. Glory Of Love – Peter Cetera – Karate Kid 2
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Understanding the power of police respect.
It’s funny how sometimes the monsterweb and a Nanna’s Birthday Tribute Video can come together.
No…. I take that back – it’s not funny at all.
From what I can tell, it’s just how The Nanna’s roll.
PS. I’m sorry this post broke the formatting on the homepage. So many video nerds, so little room for widescreen.
The Tao of Oates
Gentleman,
One of the great purveyors of Police Respect in history is Oates from Hall and Oates.
Form the ever awesome blog hotchickswithdouchebags comes….
Love and deep respect.
Bozzah…
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Oates is not a douchebag.
Oates is the yin, the yang and the chakra to our collective Kaballah. Oates is the private to our eyes. The no to our can do.
Oates dances the mustache dance for all of our collective Freudian nightmares and Jungian sins.
Oates rocks the retro with grace and wit. Oates rebounds on the dance floor. And within Oates’s style, his ballet, his poetry, we find the shards of ideological purity.
Oates washes our souls of sin. Oates is our ritual purge. Our mikvah bath. Our Mississippi river baptism.
Do not doubt The Tao of Oates. For Oates is not just the key to spiritual enlightenment due to his second-banana 1980s rock star iconic forgottenness. With a fantastic ‘stache. Oates is the “other” by which we define ourselves. The projection of the schism within all of our psyches.
Oates is the unknowable. The ethereal. The corporeal embodiment of our deepest darkest fears onto that which we normally fail to comprehend. That which we deny to ourselves.
Oates fractures our false construct. All through the power of one single, iconic, 1980s moustache. For Oates is not Hall. Oates is Oates.
Oates is more than Garfunkel. Oates is more than Ridgely or either of those guys we can’t remember from Tears for Fears.
Oates is liminality. Ambiguity.
Oates exists not as fixed polarity, but as conceptual dialectic. Oates is neither background musician, nor foreground solo artist. He is neither star nor chorus.
Oates is between the stage and the audience. The light and the dark.
Oates challenges the entire paradigm of binary either/ors that we use to construct narratives to define ourselves and our world.
A false construction that needs Oates to reveal its falsity. That needs that ‘stache to reveal the higher truth.
The Oates in the Machine.
No, Oates is most certainly not a douchebag.
For Oates is us.
nannas who like to rock
Cocky is delirious. The Darkness are helping him get through some hard times. After showing him the greatest rock clip of all time the other day, the question was asked, “Is that Sherman T. Jaynger on bass?” Well, you tell me Nannas…
Coach – mode a la rock.
(aka Frankie Poullain, one time bass player for The Darkness)