This song is the result of a late night jam session during a severe storm advisory. I was born and raised in a land of constant TV interruptions from Meteorologist telling me to take cover because the Tornaders were coming, so the song kind of wrote itself.
I like to think of it as Oklahoma’s anthem for the severe storm season. It will be available for download as part of “ECKTOPLAZM” just click and ye shall receive…
Right above this text is a song that was written in both Iraq and Oklahoma simultaneously. It is a Nasty little ditty we have been calling:
OPRAH-BLACK-OPS
It is the new single off of the forthcoming “ECKTOPLAZM” disc and we hope you will enjoy it. It is the first of many collaborations between DubNasty and DJH who is also an Okie but just reppin in Iraq. Just showing how DubNasty has mad love for the troops.
Artistic collaboration can sometimes be a tricky situation, even if the person is standing in the same room as you. But consider this scenario, making a track with someone who is overseas fighting the war in Iraq, why you are here in Tulsa chilling. I think that this project really shows the power of the Internet and how through it all things are possible. As you can see by the diagram, like time travel, the Flux Capacitator is also what makes the Internet possible.
It has been a year since I originally uploaded the “Robot Party”. What a long strange trip it has been; who would have thought making a video in my bedroom would enable me to have this really cool Web site and some free T-Shirts.
Long story short all you get is an old lady on the message machine that says:
Thank you for calling YouTube leave a message and we’ll get back to you. Then it says the machine is full. Since the Google takeover, I think the old lady has been fired.
Thanks to sites like FunnyOrDie.com, CollegeHumor.com, and ebaumsworld.com and of course its companion video “The Konami Code,” the video could not be destroyed. “Robot Party” was able to stay online till the YouTube ban was lifted in late Oct. of 2009.
“Don’t be breakin’ up no parties at the Technodrome!”
The other night I was feeling a bit drinky, real savage like. What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent..
There was me, that is Dub, and my three droogs, that is Dylan, Paddy, and Wink, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. We decided to mob the Flatland Travelers set and ‘Rip It Like This Son’.
