As far as I can remember, I never had any traumatic childhood incidents involving fireworks and I've definitely never lived in the Gaza Strip. So I'm not sure why the barrage of backyard fireworks that happens every July 4th basically reduces me to rocking back and forth whispering "EXPLOSION, loud sound, loud sound" until someone lures me out of my hidey-hole with a hot dog and a beer. It's not the first or tenth time that hot dogs have saved the day for me! Anyway: We crushed it, America. Nice work.
While I was hooked up to my acai and wheatgrass detox IV this morning I spent an hour at DonnaSlut.com, an excellent collection of mp3s presented without comment. There's songs you had and lost, or had on tape or vinyl but not mp3, and songs you've never heard before and suddenly your life is that much better. (via HotBiscuit's twitter)
The Fader has a cute interview with the Mad Decent crew. Diplo offhandedly makes a good point about how much easier it is for him to build an empire in the smaller, more affordable city of Philadelphia as opposed to NY or LA. For me, that's what makes Chicago so rife with possibility too.
Fans of Girl Talk, Easter Egg, and house party-ready mashup mixes full of instantly recognizable songs people want to hear when they're drunk should download DJ Cobra's "Iller" mix. The cover art was conceived before MJ's death but I would have changed it, not because it's offensive but because the one-note visual gag seems even less inspired now. The mix itself is way more creative and fun; bonus points for sampling Bill and Ted.