MUZIK:The PosTunes Project

Okay. Think about this, Dispatches readers:

Hypothetically, let's say you and a bunch of your friends read a blog called, oh, I dunno - Mismatches. And let's say that the guy writing this blog (who is also your friend) made you guys a proposition: each of you would send him a burnt CD (or the downloadable archived equivalent) of some choice music (whether it be an album or a mix of your own) and in return (once he gets, oh, say, 20 responses) he mails back, to everyone involved, a double-data-disc set of all the music he received, along with all the marvelous, nerdy liner notes his marvelous, nerdy friends woulda sent in. Yes, it would take some time, and yes, he'd be out the cash for the postage. But he (and all of the blog's readers) would get to experience all the wonderful, disparate selections sent in. It would be time well spent.

Would that be something you'd be interested in? Hmmm?

MUZIK: I'd give it a month, actually.

WARNING: The following post about Justin Timberlake was written in earnest.

It's true. The new Justin Timberlake album has at least one song that, thanks to the evil machinations of beat-pimp Timbaland, will bore a hole clean into your brain through the thought centers responsible for self-consciousness and hipsterism, and drive a rhythm right across your synapses. We're talking pop music that infiltrates the nervous system at a cellular level, people.

I know. It's crazy talk. But you CAN'T FIGHT IT. I've given up the fight myself. Besides - the lady at the beginning of this video makes me feel kinda funny. Cellular level, indeed. Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmm.