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i don’t disagree, as a generality

the problem with mash-ups... is that once you get past both “oh, that’s unexpected” and “that must have been difficult,” what you”re left with is a dj with really fucking terrible taste in music.
jwz blog entry
Wikipedia on Mash-ups.

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  1. Have you heard the mash-up of "3 AM Eternal" and "Ace of Spades," though?

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  2. No, I've not yet heard that one. Got a link to it?

    It is a shame so many mashes, the majority it seems, focus on Eminem, 50-Cent, and Brittney Spears. There are SO MANY good mash-ups out there that don't go that route.

    Lately I've been enjoying the Bootle Beatlegs mashes of Monkees and Beatles, and A Night at the Hip-Hopera. There was also an originally created version of Louis Armstrong doing "Oops I Did It Again" that I blogged prior to the trip.

    Lots of good stuff is there if you look. I'm a fan of mash-ups, but the signal-to-noise ratio is frequently poor.

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  3. Here's the direct link: http://gyllerfelt.se/data/Divide_&_Kreate_-_Eternal_spades.mp3

    I think I came across your blog on Tribe.net a while back.

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  4. That's pretty damned cool. Thanks!

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