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In trying to find out who did the song for the car chase video (Northern Lite: Treat Me Better (iTMS)), I stumbled across another goodie. It turns out that directors Simon and Jon also are responsible for the ultra-killer video for Boogie Pimps’ cover of Somebody to Love (.mov) that Ben introduced to me on my birthday last year.
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  1. bwana7/13/2005 10:05 AM

    The babies agree with you.

    Check out the movies at the later post for additional coolness.

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  2. Anonymous7/18/2005 4:51 PM

    Ben? *cough cough* Also, FYI, that link's not working for me, alas.

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  3. bwana7/19/2005 12:26 AM

    Yeah, I thought that was Ben. I thought /you/ sent me the oiled-up models with feathered hair and power tools cover of "Satisfaction." No?

    Link is working fine for me. Not sure what is up for your end...

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  4. Anonymous7/24/2005 5:23 AM

    I wouldn't get snippy 'cept for it being a b-day gift for y'all. No worries. I actually sent you both those links. Hmmmm. Perhaps I have some sort of "sexy women" fetish. Worrisome, that.

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  5. Anonymous7/24/2005 5:28 AM

    Also, in my search for a version that actually says it exists on my comp, I found further proof that talking babies are never funny - http://www.ministryofsound.com/eflyers/BoogiePimps/BoogiePimps_20031218.htm

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