People often ask why there’s no music video for “Coppin’ a Feel.” Ask no more!
Don’t forget, you can get the MP3 or the entire American Chipfunk album on the music page.
Preview stills for you still-pervs:
Coppin’ a Feel (Official Music Video)
GoTopless Day 2010 “Coverage”
GoTopless Day is an annual event to protest the laws that deny women the right to go bare-chested in public. To protest, the women go topless… sweet. I was invited to the Venice Beach, CA demonstration to perform my song, “Coppin’ a Feel.” Videos and pictures abound below.
Copping a Feel (Download and History Lesson)
I’m going to write a series of blogs about some of my favorite tracks from my two comedy albums. All of my music is now available on a “name your own price” basis. That means you can download it for free, or pitch in a little to support my musicomedy habit. So feel free to download and listen along.
| Coppin’ a Feel | Lyrics | Download |
I think the reason that “Coppin’ a Feel” is my favorite song is because it is about something that I am truly passionate about: grabbing boobs. I think it’s the most genuine song I’ve ever written, because it’s subject matter is something I truly hold dearly. It’s a topic that I can really grasp. I’ve seen a lot of gropings happen in the audience while I play this song, and I like to think of this track as the “home edition.” Feel free to play it anywhere as a license to squeeze.
I’ve played this song more than any song I’ve ever played in my life. It has been a part of nearly every show I’ve done since I wrote it, so it seemed natural to make it the first song on American Chipfunk. It was my favorite bit of percussion sequencing, and it was the song that convinced me I was doing the right thing thing by switching from Fruity Loops to Ableton Live for my drum tracks. I ended up using a little electric guitar, some synth, and piano in additional to my usual lineup.
To show that I do my research and am not just writing songs willy-nilly, here is a brief pictorial history lesson on “The Art of the Grope”:
Copping a Feel was invented way before the birth of Christ. This photo was taken long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away.
Nipple pinching was popular in 1591, when an unknown French painter captured this gem. It now hangs in the Louvre.
The 1930's were not-so-great for most, but this unidentified man scored a stone-faced double boob grab.
It doesn't always have to be grabbing a boob, it can be the butt of a famous athlete like Kerri Walsh, as long as she's distracted.
Accio mammary! Even famous authors like JK Rowling are not safe from the molestation of our g-g-generation.
In the future, the Vulcan nipple pinch could replace all other forms of copping a feel. It's sweet revenge on Spock for Captain Kirk.
Don’t you feel smarter now?
Now, in the interest of saving boobies, melons, juggs, hooters, ta-tas, mounds, tits, titties, yabbos, garbanzos, cans, knockers, mammaries, sweater puppies and funbags so that they’ll still be around to squeeze, fondle, grab, pinch, honk or rub, here are some ways to help prevent breast cancer or raise awareness:
Think Pink:Â http://www.blogcatalog.com/blog/think-pink-for-breast-cancer-awareness
Sponsor my friend Becky Kinder in the 2010 Avon Walk for Breast Cancer
And lastly, eat Pomegranates.
And for some 5th of July fun, here is someone’s list of the most influential boobs in American history. For some reason, they are all actresses, and I can’t help but cringe at the painfully glaring omission of Mrs. Mary Phelps Jacob, the inventor of the modern brassiere… Anyway: http://blogs.ocweekly.com/heardmentality/wtf/boob-war-special-the-13-origin/
Kick-Ass Jiggle-Fest
I cashed in my prize from placing in the the Kick-Ass talent contest and got to witness the Kick-Ass Girls Burlesque show produced by Lionsgate and Devil’s Playground. It was one of the better jiggle-fests I’ve been too, on par with the epic Lucha VaVoom and this place in Vegas we’ll say no more about except to say that it wasn’t really burlesque at all. Â For a rating, I give the show a 32C.
Daisy Meadows’ turn as Pris from Blade Runner was my favorite routine of the night. The worst was definitely when the host of comicsoncomics.com, Juan-Manuel Rocha, did a performance art piece with a camera. Courtney Cruz, who is the ringleader of this troupe, picked my favorite comic book vixen, the modern Silk Spectre from Watchmen. Also portrayed were Chun Li from Street Fighter (by Gia Rose), Cherry Darling from Planet Terror (by Olivia Bella Fontaine) and Wonder Woman (by the breastacular Lucy Fur). The boobariffic host, Mia Vixen, had also an impromptu jiggle. I don’t usually approve of improv, but I will let this one go.
I gained a promotional Hit-Girl t-shirt, and now I just need a Red Mist and Big Daddy t-shirt for a complete set of all four main character t-shirts. I’m not entirely sure what I just said, because I haven’t seen the movie or even read the book. Despite that, even I know that it is not OK to lust after Hit-Girl, because the character is 12-years old. A representative from the L.A. Weekly (a publication best known for it’s poor spelling) was in attendance. She went on stage and said that the girls looked sexably hot in the Kick-Ass trailer. I yelled, “They’re underage,” and there was laughter. Normally, I don’t approve of heckling, but they spelled my name wrong.
Courtney Cruz as the Silk Spectre from Watchmen
Juan-Manuel Rocha's performance art piece
Me being me, y'know, like I do.
Dasiy Meadows as Pris from Blade Runner
The Ellay Weagly was in attendance.
Olivia Bella Fontaine as Cherry Darling
Courtney Cruz as the Silk Spectre
Gia Rose as Chun Li with Power Ranger
Lucy Fur as Wonder Woman
I’m in the L.A. Weekly… (and they spelled my name wrong)
The L.A. Weekly has an article about this week’s talent contest. Before you ask the embarrassing question… No. It doesn’t look like I’ll be winning the ass-kicking contest. Someone racked up about a thousand votes between 7 pm and midnight. Though I will not get to put 1st place on my resume, I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I was not online stomping for votes on a Friday night. Before hitting the bars, I did adventure onto chatroulette.com to find some new friends to vote for me, but all I saw were 47 penises, 6 boobs, 3 vaginas, 1 naked couple, 1 tiger and 1 dog.
It looks like I’m going to take 3rd place and win tickets to a Kick-Ass themed burlesque show though. You better believe I’m going, even if I have to take the 110. Naked dancing ladies is a pretty good consolation prize.
The best part about the L.A. weekly article, aside from spelling my name wrong, is that they’ve put up a picture of me singing. Singing is pretty much the time when I least want my picture taken. It looks good on video, but when you cut out a single frame, the singer either looks constipated, like they just smelled something awful or like a complete dick. In the picture in the L.A. Weekly, I look like I just smelled a constipated dick.
I thought it might be fun to do a retrospective of the worst pictures ever taken of me on stage, but it turns out, most of them have been deleted. Those that remain are still pretty bad. We’ll start this retrospective of bad singing pictures with a look I like to call, “Stinky Microphone Face.” It shows up in about 80% of the pictures taken of me. The rest are divided between”Yelling for no Reason Face” and “Confused by Myself Face.” As you can see in the last one, when I’m not singing I am all rock ‘n’ roll.
