I like the internet. It’s a good procrastination tool for when you have things to do which you really ought to do but oh God it’s far too warm for that kind of thing.
In an age a long, long time ago, remixing the words of a politician was a rather laborious affair. So much so that remixes of that sort were a massive novelty, thus the popularity of Pauline Pantsdown‘s ‘Backdoor man’ and ‘I don’t like it’.
Now, anything and everything can be remixed thanks to the wonders of the internerds.
Ever wondered what would happen if you mixed Nine Inch Nails with the Ghostbusters? Wonder no more!
Thought that Jean-Luc Picard’s cry of defiance in Chain of Command (part two, series six, episode eleven) needed to be commemorated with a dance track?
The possibilities are nearly endless, especially with the ability to manipulate the meaning of the words. Shatner on the Mount:
And then you have the ability to turn media incidents into catchy beats. From Bill O’Reilly’s freak out:
Clare Werbeloff’s encounter with Channel Nine earlier this year became:
But, for me, the zenith of this artform will always be the ungodly love child of Japanese Ronald McDonald with U.N. Owen was Her (Project Shrine Maiden):
This spawned an entire genre of clips:
And then you have a wave of cover versions making crappy songs into significantly less crappy songs. Lady Gaga’s Poker Face as a rock cover doesn’t completely suck:
Then again, since the year 2000, cover versions have generally been superior to the original (as opposed to the cover version before the year 2000 — including Jeff Buckley’s). Consider Johnny Cash’s version of Hurt:
Lilly Allen’s version of Womanizer:
And Elbow’s cover of Independent Woman:
Maybe we’ve just become better at recycling?