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One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.

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We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.

So no one besides us remembers that one Travis Morrison song where he sings about whales, but this kind of reminds us of that. Except more hilarious. Good song topics for Rivers Cuomo: lesbians, animals. Bad topics: Beverly Hills, animals.

Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.

Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.

It's definitely about the free booze.

So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.

Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.

UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.

Oh, Keef. What have you come to? Oh wait, you've been this way for over 30 years.

$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

This is the greatest talk show concept ever. Dave Foley has insomnia and he wants to go sleep. He rambles on about American Idol and politics, chats with friends like Lewis Black and Brendon Frasier, and listens to Rilo Kiley playing sleepy music in his backyard. Then he goes to sleep.

Stereogum still sucks, we guess, but we'll take this version of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" performed by The Hold Steady. Also, the Twins suck.

Daft Punk that you've never heard before. No, really, you've never heard this before.

New Wilco tracks. Also, a new Arctic Monkeys track. You know, just in case anyone still cares.

Yes folks, Jeff Goldblum is actually a jazz pianist. And maybe God.

A whole album's worth of freeness. Thanks, Def Jux.

Move over, Obama. The Santana/Carter pairing is actually a Presidential ticket we could get behind. Is Weezy replacing the dynasty sign with Nixon's V?

If Beyoncé is interested, we would like to take her out for ice cream.

"They come on strong with the bounciest bounce of the next year, New Rave left dead in its grave, replaced by the rainbow rhythms of the New Age." Ugh. Almost makes you want to pass over this sublime Hot Chip side project. Don't -- it would be a mistake.

A Tribe Called Quest is for white girls.

You know how Beyoncé showed up at the Oscars without the Jigga Man? Well, that's because she rolls with us now, and we decided, at the last minute, that we weren't going to show up.

Phones is back.

So when did it become embarrassing to like R. Kelly? Oh yeah, when he pissed on that 14-year-old girl. We continue to swim against the tide -- of urine! OH SNAP! we are on fire! (go get us some cranberry juice!) -- and link you to anything and everything Kells.

Trash-talking sex kitten Lily Allen is broke, sad, and homeless. You can come and sleep in our bed, Lily!

Nigerian email scammers are tricked into performing Monty Python's "Dead Parrot Sketch." Hilarious. (via Dead Frog)

Jonah Ray presents The Freeloader's Guide To Easy Living.

"What people don't realize is that Bob Dylan wrote every popular song in the last 35 years. Every single one." The Post Show take a close look at Bob Dylan, the greatest Top-40 songwriter who has ever lived.

Late Late Show host Craig Ferguson attempts to get himself another Emmy nomination.

So, without these digital shorts, Saturday Night Live wouldn't still be culturally relevant, right?

Last week, Philly MC Peedi Crakk showed up for a great interview on The Sound Of Young America, the best public radio program ever.

Elsewhere, our boy JT drops the remix.

All we needed to hear about Miami Horror was this: "imagine daft punk rolling with prince." (And guess what? They're Australian!)

Super-duper awesome remixers Van She Tech are also from Australia

Home Taping digs deep, says Riot in Belgium are actually from Australia. We say, like, "whoa."

Shakes, the very latest in midnight shout and revelry, tipsy dance and jollity, for hipsters!

We say: "Larry Levan, Frankie Knuckles." You ask: "How high?" Educate yourself.

Our favorite Brighton-based dancefloor loonies throw down some acid, Egyptian Lover.

New Redman? With Timbaland? Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Umm, awesome!

Once again, Rex the Dog remixes The Knife and, once again, makes The Knife listenable.

Now usually we don't do this, but, uh: another post from fluo kids. R Kelly has outgrown any kind of pretense; if you leave your girl alone for one second, he will have sex with her. Straight genius; Happy Valentine's Day, indeed.

50 Incredible Rap Songs We Need to Hear Right Now? We mean, if we have to.

Ryan's back.

Why, when we were your age, Stereogum still posted mp3s! A welcome blast from the past, blogospherically and musically.

Elsewhere, Ted Leo's newest leaks, David Banner's making the greatest rap album ever, and Z-Bo might become an all-star (!?!). It is a wonderful time to be alive.

We're not 100% sure about what these kids are saying, but we completely agree.

Have you heard of this M.I.A. person? Hmm. Neither have we.

We know it don't thrill you, we hope it don't kill you: an aptly titled post from the ever-excellent Fluxblog to help you remember that time when you drank, watched football, and drank.

Oh, c'mon! These Bloc Party links don't even work and—wait, is that a new Maximo track? Yes, folks, scroll down for the upcoming single from the most underrated New New Wavers of 2005, who finally have a fresh LP on the way. And after listening to Our Velocity, well: We. Can't. Wait.

The 49th Law of Power: your dad is Quincy Jones.

Juelz Santana is, roughly, a total beast, slouching towards Bethleham to be born. Dipset!

Beanie and Jay-Z: our sentiments exactly.

We have, so far, not met a Ratatat remix that we didn't like.

We've seen maybe 20 posts on this Black Devil Disco Club thing in the last week or so, but this is the only one worth reading.

It's "The Complete Idiot's Guide To ZZ Top." Yeah, really. In considerable detail.

Yoko Ono and Peaches get it on, over an insistently perky beat. Creepy and frightening, but that's just how we like it.

The Stypod's Andy Beta compares obscure British folk singer Anne Briggs -- a talented but unprolific musician whose accomplishments, while impressive, pale in comparison to those of her ex-lover, Bert Jansch -- to Bob Dylan, Robert Johnson, and, finally, the Virgin Mary. This is some seriously bad writing, but we would be remiss if we didn't recommend that you download these mp3s. (Especially if you've only heard the Led Zeppelin version of "Blackwaterside." Shame on you.)

The Gossip's rather obvious and unclever aphorisms about jealousy and failed relationships come off so much better when you can dance to them.

That Rapture album. Still good.

It's not that hot; but what if we were to tell you Weezy was involved? Is that something you might be interested in?

Maybe our favorite song off the about-to-drop !!! album. (We know you want us to make a lame joke involving ellipses or other puncuation marks. Fuck you. We're above that.)

Because pop songs should not exceed two minutes and thirty seconds.

Also, in the non-auditory department, Marathonpacks finds Stephen Malkmus dreamy and comes this close to offering a final solution for non-Aryan indie musicians. Yikes on so many levels.

So it sounds like a major "Nervous Tic Motion" fused with a hook from a shitty (with those guys, is there any other kind?) Stereophonics song called "Have a Nice Day." It's still new Andrew Bird, and—dammit—you're gonna like it.