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such a great video too.
that song has a hot steel pan solo.....
Posted by: gd | Sunday, April 30, 2006 at 01:24 AM
I love the time signature shifts. And it goes from progressive Latin funk to spooky psychedelica and back again. Dig the vocal harmonies!
Is anyone familiar with the tune "The Mexican," by the obscure '70s prog band Babe Ruth?
I'll try to find it and post it.
It kind of reminds me of this.
Posted by: casey | Sunday, April 30, 2006 at 09:57 AM
"The first thing I wish to talk about is how our everyday life is unimaginable without our orientation toward the number twelve, and that this number has entered deeply into our intimate life, through nearly all religions and art that have some kind of tradition."
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1412040817/sr=8-1/qid=1146436647/ref=sr_1_1/103-5160499-1665430?%5Fencoding=UTF8
Posted by: Molly | Sunday, April 30, 2006 at 06:40 PM
Ugh. The form cut off the address. It's a crazy book called "Secret of the Number Twelve" by Branimir Bunjac.
Posted by: Molly | Sunday, April 30, 2006 at 06:43 PM
I love that someone got the gig to write that song. Like they came into work one morning and sat down around a table with their coffee in paper cups and had a meeting that went like "Okay, the first order of business today is that we need a song about the number twelve. Y'know, maybe some counting, a soprano sax solo... Who wants this one?" And some dude with an afro was like, "No problem. I got this one." Then that dude went down to the studio, smoked a big fat joint with his band (which includes about a dozen people, including bongos, at least 4 singers, and a guy who doubles on steel drums) and cranked out the Twelve song in the afternoon, then went out for Moroccan food. I really think that's how it went down. I bet that guy still exists and I bet he eats Everyday and shits Awesome.
Posted by: Neil | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 01:30 AM
"No, no, no. It's 123FOUR5678NINE10...REST...11TWELVE. Tyrone, you're jumping in too early on the nine. Jesus, I'm working with amatures."
I see you one totally rad Sesame Street skit, and raise you one totally awesome Free to Be You and Me segment. And just in case you think a 300 pound football player is talking the talk and not walking the walk, I also give you evidence that no, Rosie was probably up for crying WHILE needlepointing. You know, sometimes your thread gets knotted, and you get frustrated. And cry.
If anyone can use their Netsurfing skills to find "A gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, and a stick of butter," then they would Unabashedly Rock.
Posted by: brookieD. | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 10:37 AM
12 is numerologically equal to the number three, which has all kinds of mystical implications.
But 11 is considered a more significant number in some circles.
I'm bound not to reveal more. ;)
Posted by: casey | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Three... eleven...? Why is Casey trying to divert my attention from twelve?
I think I may be on to something here. I need to get into the Children's Television Workshop's secret archives. This may reach all the way to The Electric Company.
Posted by: Molly | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 11:51 AM
I love the 12 song!
like, a lot.
yow!
colin
Posted by: Colin | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 01:36 PM
Yes indeed. It truly is a great song. Nostalgia aside, it's interesting how it brings such disparate music listeners together... As this thread confirms.
I believe that if a politician ran for the presidency with "12" as his/her campaign song, they would no doubt sweep the electorate.
Posted by: casey | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 01:43 PM
Moroccan Food... Thanks great.
Posted by: Tanner | Monday, May 01, 2006 at 03:03 PM