#doot doola doot do... doot do!

[goofballgutz]

nardwuar moment (G D D E D F# G)

[did-diggy-die-yet]

Melon's theory that Narduar is giving Kendrick all his intel is so funny and wrong, and yet...

[somebodysomewhere-and-dead]

Me hearing knocking on the door: Who is that?

I open it and it's Nardwuar holding a phone and a mic

Me: What why are you here? Wait no how did you find me

Nardwuar: You know that photo you sent of your living room you posted on social media

Me: Yeah?

Nardwuar turns on the phone

I look down at it and I see an ongoing phone call with a contact called Rainbolt on it

I run trying to escape through the backdoor into my garden where I see a hole

Nardwuar: SomebodysGrave is one of your many online usernames, correct

Me: Nardwuar please don't do this

Nardwuar pulls out a pistol and shoots me in the head I fall into the hole

Nardwuar walks up to the grave

Nardwuar holding his microphone into the hole: doot doola doot doo

[shamelesslimitless]

Gabrielo (I think that was yr name? We spoke at 8MM, you said you check this page) - this post is for you.

And, as always, anyone who is keen to dream big and rock hard.

Tonight, May 29, is the last show of S/L’s winter / spring 2024 season. It includes das bisschen Totschalg (Berlin), Bandleader (Debut show! EP launch!) and Murmur (Oslo). It’s at Loophole, doors are at 19:00.

Doot doola doot do...please come.

[ah17hh]

Gotta 🔫✌🏼 at 👩 via /r/emojipasta

Gotta 🔫✌🏼 at 👩

Yo, sing this 💩, are y'all fuckin' 🤡? Eternal Atake Gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩 (yeah) Gotta 🔫 ✌🏼at 👩 (whoa) Blue 🧀 That 👩, she got with my clone I told that 🤏🏻 👩 that she gotta just do better (whoa) Are 👉 serious? I swear my 💵 is serious 👍🏼, all my ✔️, I just be clearing it 👩 sucked my 🍆 'til she get 🤮 (wow) Okay, jump on the 🛫 so I'm clearing it (woo) Okay port , but I'm not talking New' (let's go) Okay, 💨 that boy just like a 🚬 If that 👦 try to make a false move, uh (damn) I'm on some whole other 💩 I got a whole 'nother 💵💵, I'm on a new level I was fuckin' on your 👩 She was ridin' on my 🍆, she ain't be ✌🏼pedals I swear these 🧒🏿, they 👩 I swear they all gonna snitch when my 🧒🏿 gon' 🔫 at 'em 🧒🏿, they 😡 about this 🧒🏿, they 😡 about that, but it's only if you let 'em 👩 saved my name in her 📱 Only thing 👩 saved me under is probably that "U" letter (hello?) No, I don't got provolone Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue 🧀 👩 tried to leave me alone Then 👩 got right with my clone, man, I 🤞 that 👩 do better I know it's blue 🧀 on me But when I got 💵 on me, I call that shit loose 🧀(ha) 👟 all on my feet I had a cougar with me so I call that 👧 Coretta I am the 💵 🧒🏿 in my city I can make it 🌧 like no matter what's the weather (facts) I know that 👧 , she got 😎 But when it come to putting it together, 👩 could do better I sent that girl a DM She ain't answer me, so you know that I gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩 (yeah) Gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩(yeah) Ayy, gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩 (and you are 🤏🏻 Uzi? Vert, let's go) Ayy, stay with the blue 🧀 (whoa) That 👧 , she got with my clone I told that 🤏🏻 👩 that 👩 gotta just do better, whoa (👆, ✌🏼, three, let's go) Are 👉 serious? I swear my 💴 is serious Okay, all my ✔️, I just be clearing it She sucked my 🍆 'til she get 🤢 Okay, jump on the ✈️ so I'm clearing it Okay port, but I'm not talking New' (woo) Okay, 💨 that boy just like a 🚬 If that 👦 try to make a false move (whoa) They try to ✂️ me 👇 When they say I'm too 👇 (turn me 👆) 👁 said turn me 👆, I cannot 👂 my flow (whoa) 👁 ain't never been no fool Do what 👁 want, I'ma bend your rules (whoa) 👁'ma take the dub, I'ma #1 👁 ain't ever been 🚫 type that lose, yeah Born like this, 👁 ain't did 🚫 study Everything 👀 got, 👨 , 👀 got it in a hurry If 👁 ❤️ you, better say that 👉 ❤️ 👈 And if 👁 trust 👉, better say that 👉 trust 👈 Talk 'bout the 💼 , the 💵, the guap I'm at the 🏦 , only time that I'm 🏃‍♀️ I said I'm on the road, no, 👀 cannot 🛑 I'm 🏃‍♀️ through obstacles , I'm in a hurry Whoa, 🛑 that Told a 🍆🍑 🧒🏿 just 👇 that (yeah) If you 🔫 first, we gon' 🔫 👈 Margiela on 👈, 🤏🏻' 🧒🏿, that's ❌ that What you got on? Prada 👕 made of nylon 👀 my righteous 👧 , yeah, 👩 says, "Right on" When I hit that 👩 right with the 💡 on When I hit that 👧 , oh Gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩 Ayy, gotta 🔫 ✌🏼 at 👩 (whoa) Ayy, stay with the blue 🧀 (whoa) That 👧 , 👩 got with my clone I told that 🤏🏻 👩 that 👩 gotta just do better, whoa (☝️, ✌🏼, three, let's go) Are 👉 serious? I swear my 💵 is serious 👌 , all my ✔️, I just be clearing it She sucked my 🍆 'til 👩 get 🤢 (whao) 👌 , jump on the 🛫 so I'm clearing it 👌 port, but I'm not talking New' (mhm) 👌 , 💨 that 👦 just like a 🚬 If that 👦 try to make a false move (whoa) (🤏🏻 Uzi Vert Doot-doola-doot-doo Doot-doo Thank you, Lil Uzi Vert 🍁s You 'posed to be standing still 👇 Ready, set, go)

Submitted March 23, 2020 at 07:09PM by banaawana via reddit https://ift.tt/2JaBbyq

[musicchilton992-blog]

The Nardwuar-Cardi B interview lives up to the hype: Watch

When it comes to his infamous interviews, Nardwuar the Human Serviette is usually the bigger personality in the discussion. However, it was only a matter of time before he came face to face with hip-hop's newest queen of character, Cardi B. The pair got together for a chat at this weekend's Coachella, and though a pregnant Cardi was perhaps more subdued than usual, the interview was still as silly and strange as you'd expect from the pair.

Nardwuar opened with some throwbacks to Cardi's personal life, including the children's book series Junie B. Jones and the rapper's love of US history (turns out she shares a birthday with Eleanor Roosevelt). Of course, he had to touch on the rapper's stripping past, handing her a book on the history of Vancouver's Penthouse Nightclub and no fewer than three vinyl records of stripper music. “Where am I gonna play it?” Cardi joked. “Well, how you know I can afford [a turntable]?”

Later, Cardi was able to rap a few bars of Trina, but Nardwuar stumped her with Hoes With Attitude (HWA) and Bitches With Problems (BWP) for some hip-hop history. She also delivered a few lines of Al B. Sure's “Nite & Day”, which she apparently hopes to play at her wedding to Offset. Elsewhere, she talked about yogurt, getting milk and cookies after her butt injections, and told haters to “suck my dick. And I know you think because I'm a woman I don't have a dick, but I have a pink dildo in my dresser.”

Toward the end of the interview Nardwuar asked why people should care about Cardi B, to which she replied sweetly, “You don't have to care for me, you know what I'm saying? Because I don't give you no money, I don't help you out. I don't do anything for you. I just make you laugh and entertain you. And if that's good enough for me, then you should care. If I don't entertain you, then you shouldn't care, and you should move on with your life.”

She also gave a Cardi B twist to the famous “doot doola doot doo” outro, as you can hear in the 10-minute interview below.

[auckie]

Blur and sonic youth TRIED to crucify him but it didn’t work see. He was too pure, too strong. And then he had a brain hemorrhage and even that couldn’t keep my man down. Can’t stop like stubbing my toe and thinking what would nardwaur do? He’d go doot doot doola doot doo

Nardwaur is like an allegory for Jesus

[loosejournal]

Letter of Recommendation: Nardwuar the Human Serviette by David Rees

My favorite journalist is a shrieking British Columbian who dresses like an exploded 1970s Soviet golf catalog. He was born John Ruskin, but changed his name to Nardwuar the Human Serviette. (“Serviette” is Canadian for napkin.) He hosts a weekly radio show on CiTR Vancouver, 101.9 FM, but his best work is done on camera, in chaotic interviews with musicians that he posts on YouTube.

The first Nardwuar videos I saw were on a VHS tape owned by a Canadian musician I lived with in the mid-’90s. (Before there was YouTube, Nardwuar did the interviews for a Canadian network called MuchMusic.) I couldn’t believe what he was showing me: an obnoxious young man accosting musicians I held in high regard, who was only rarely physically assaulted for his impertinence. I thought it was all an act, the sort of high-wire disingenuousness that would later be perfected by Sacha Baron Cohen. This was the slacker era, when enthusiasm was a debased currency. We were all cowards back then.

Even today, enthusiasm can be alienating to those who don’t appreciate its object. (This is how I feel about all sports.) A Nardwuar interview is like an explosion; you begin outside its blast radius, until “the Nard” subsumes both you and the subject into the smoking crater of sincerity at its core. It’s a strange service journalism of the spirit — a performative reminder that loving something should be exciting, that the enthusiast’s risk of looking like a dork is trumped by the pleasures of connection.

Nardwuar appears to his interviewees as a socially toxic superfan, the kind of person most entertainers have learned to handle with kid gloves stuck to the end of a 10-foot pole. He speaks with a pronounced Canadian accent, piped through vocal cords that seem to have been replaced with megaphones. His sense of personal space suggests he grew up in an overcrowded box: A Nardwuar interview doubles as an extended game of chicken between his clunky microphone and his interviewee’s teeth. (The New Orleans rapper Currensy started his third interview with Nardwuar worrying that he would get “bashed in the lip.”)

Sometimes this first impression is enough to permanently sour Nardwuar’s subjects, either because they assume there’s nothing behind the act or because his performative awkwardness makes them defensive. His 1998 interview with the punk-rock scold Henry Rollins is a painful example of an unstoppable force meeting a humorless object; Sonic Youth’s 1991 encounter with the Nard proves that noise-rock pioneers can be as cruel as the collar-popped jocks in a John Hughes movie.

In the best Nardwuar interviews, however, his destabilizing zeal and musical knowledge operate as a merry infection. Somehow he gets media-savvy entertainers to switch off their autoresponders, to abandon their publicist’s advice about composure. No wonder the interviews are billed as title fights or Godzilla movies: “Nardwuar vs. Flying Lotus.” “Nardwuar vs. Snoop Dogg.” “Nardwuar vs. Lady Gaga.” Nardwuar wins if he can hammer his subject into a state of unguarded glee.

Of course, the gifts help. Most Nardwuar interviews are built around his surprising his prey with records, fanzines, and pop-culture ephemera related to their childhood and creative development. Nardwuar has said he started bringing gifts to help with his nervousness; they now serve as the nostalgic rocket fuel that sends his best interviews into orbit.

“Nardwuar vs. Big K.R.I.T.” is not just my favorite of his interviews but possibly my favorite conversation of all time. It follows the classic three-tier escalation of a Nardwuar assault: befuddlement, bombardment and bedazzlement.

It’s clear from his facial expression and restrained giggling that Big K.R.I.T., a rapper from Meridian, Miss., initially doesn’t know what to make of Nardwuar, who, like a thrift-store mannequin, is wearing a strawberry-print shirt and a tam-o’-shanter. (Snoop Dogg once described Nardwuar’s appearance as “spooned and groomed, dipped and whipped, scuttered and buttered, flaked and baked.”) But K.R.I.T.’s skepticism wanes as Nardwuar begins plying him with classic records that speak to his personal and musical history: the Dramatics, Willie Hutch and Above the Law (a rap group, Nardwuar explains, that included Cold 187um, Hutch’s nephew). You can see Big K.R.I.T. recalibrate his appraisal of Nardwuar — from hipster goofball to human search engine — in real time. Nardwuar asks about the block where K.R.I.T. grew up, the local park, his favorite radio D.J.’s. It’s this level of informed inquiry that led Pharrell Williams to accuse Nardwuar of possessing psychic abilities.

My favorite exchange, which I have memorized, like a poem, comes when Nardwuar mentions that Meridian is also home to Peavey amplifiers. By this point, K.R.I.T. has been swept up in Nardwuar’s enthusiasm: “Yes!” he yells, turning to the camera. “He puttin’ y’all up on history, man. Y’all got it [expletive] up, out here rockin’ out, don’t even know where them amps come from: Meridian, Miss., shawty!”

The Nard finishes every interview by singing the “Shave and a Haircut” melody (“Doot doola doot doo”), then offering his microphone to the guest one last time, to see if they’ll hit the two missing notes. Rather than wrapping up the interview there, Nardwuar freezes in an exaggerated smile while his subject figures out what to do next, as the camera continues to roll. So the interview ends as strangely as it began. By then, you understand that awkwardness is a small price to pay for joy.

The New York Times Magazine, 2017. 

[goldenlasoo]

Today was evidence that dreams doot-doola-doot-doo-doot-do come true if you dare to pursue!🌅🔮✨Thank you 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 @nardwuar for responding to my IG DM & coming back to speak to @nimbusrecording students + alumni today! Reflecting on all the years I've seen this guy, I'm so in awe of his unparalleled hustle, unabashed sense of humour, and authentic character. What a legend. Best #MotivationalMonday efffaaarrrrr!!!💥🎵🎶🎥🎬 #Nardwuar #NardwuarTheHumanServiette #LiveYourDreams #DoWhatYouLove #NimbusLife #Nimfam #WhatIsLife #LoveMyLife #PinchMe #Legendary #Sensational #CanadianLegend #YVR #Westcoast #MusicJournalism #TheEvaporators (at Nimbus School of Recording & Media)

[loxxfilms]

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