DJ Danger Mouse is one of those guys that everyone knows but don’t know they know. He’s produced albums for The Gorillaz, Beck, he’s half of the Gnarls Barkley project and he’s been tapped by a bunch of musicians for a dose of hipness. He’s like The Timbaland of non-shitty music.
A couple years ago, he got his ass into a sling by releasing a mashup called the Gray album, which took The Beatles’ White Album and Jay-Z’s Black Album and stuck them in a blender. EMI wasn’t very impressed and sued the shit out of him. Since then, he’s popped up in the news ticker for continuing to piss off entities protected under the RIAA’s umbrella.
In December of 2008, the RIAA first told Congress and then the world that they were through with lawsuits against the end user. It had served it’s purpose, but things were changing, people knew theft was wrong and they no longer had to resort suing dead people, pets and infants.
Since their congressional and public declaration, they have sued hundreds more. 62 cases have been filed in April alone.
Keep it up, guys. It makes me smile inside.
Matt Lincoln of Knoxville, TN asked asked God for a “real experience” while praying at his church. He then got so filled with the spirit of God that he promptly passed out.
This is a miracle. He asked for proof of God’s existence and he got it. Matt has singlehandedly nullified all arguments against the existence of a higher power. What’s he going to do now? Write a book? Begin a speaking circuit? Start his own church? A television show perhaps?
None of these things, actually. Matt is suing the Lakewind church for $2.5 million, citing lost work, medical bills and pain & suffering. He states that someone should have caught him, since during previous possessions by the Holy Spirit, the congregation had always been there for him.
If God made man in his own image, we had all better get good attorneys in preparation of the second coming.
That is a quote from one Richard L. Gabriel, lead national counsel for the RIAA and a partner at the Denver law firm Holme, Roberts, & Owen.
What’s he referencing? One of those dastardly, crooked cap wearing, pants-drooping music thieves with thousands of downloads under their belt, I bet.