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Thursday, January 27   >>

RANDY NEWMAN'S 'MASTERMAN AND BABY J'

When I was, like, 10-years-old, I bought a Randy Newman CD because apparently, as a developing piano player, I "had to" have his stuff. It's kind of a stupid thing to tell a young kid because Newman's material is largely lyrical, and he provides a cynical, alternative perspective of American ideals not exactly suited for glue eaters like myself.

Anyway, I grew to like the musical parts of that CD. I learned a lot from them. But there is one track where Newman makes fun of rap stars and actually raps. I played that track more than any other Newman track because it was so, so, so embarrassingly bad, and there was nothing else that could make me laugh harder at the time.

It's called "Masterman and Baby J' and it's exactly what you think it is: An old white dude trying to make a point about (what he believes to be) is a vapid art, by means of actually trying to re-create said vapid art.

I lost that CD years ago, and for years searched far and wide on the web for it to surface on a P2P site, or a torrent, or free-floating MP3, or even a goddamn YouTube video. Nothing. I couldn't believe it. How could this be? How will I be able to share this with anyone else? Did I lock my car door?

Alas, it was finally released in all its digital glory. 99 cents later, it is here for your listening pleasure. YOU'RE WELCOME.