dj jonny moirée continues rocking the mash-up bangwagon, bringing you another hearty helping of mashed bangers—the best banging tracks, all mashed up in jonny’s big beats blender. chunky electro with sweaty r’n'b, slick synthpop with punky pop. mashed bangers volume 2 pulverizes jonny’s first volume of mashed bangers hands down—67 songs from 45 different artists crammed into 23 tracks spanning 80 minutes. can you handle it?

mashed bangers volume 2

1. Drop It Like It’s A Whole Lott [Led Zeppelin/Snoop Dogg]
2. We Need a Filthy War [Fischerspooner/Scissor Sisters/Chemical Brothers/Pet Shop Boys/Culture Club/Edwinn Star]
3. Sunglasses Told Me [Cory Hart/The Killers]
4. Do You Want To Just a Little [Franz Ferdinand/Liberty X]
5. I LIke the Way Jenny Scrubs [Bodyrockers/Jennifer Lopez/TLC/Missy Elliott]
6. Bootie Wonderland [Miss Kitten/Midnight Star/Earth, Wind & Fire]
7. Juicebox Rock [Peaches/The Strokes/The Munsters]
8. Somebody Rock Me [The Clash/The Killers]
9. Don’t Mess with Orgamatron [Eurythmics/Avenue D/Mousee T/Anthony Rother]
10. Work it Harder [Betters, Faster, Stronger] [Daft Punk/Missy Elliott]
11. Wiseice [Wiseguys/Vanilla Ice]
12. Radio Hollaback [The Clash/Gwen Stefani]
13. Don’t Cha [Wish Your Robot Could Rock Like Me] [Pussycat Dolls/Daft Punk]
14. Robbie Over Jacko Under Pressure [Robbie Williams/Michael Jackson/Queen]
15. Another One Bites Da Funk [Daft Punk/Queen]
16. Lose Your Bach Ke [Eminem/Punjabi MC]
17. Funkystrangecome [Depeche Mode/Ina Kamoze]
18. Somebody Kill Me [Adamski/The Killers/Basement Jaxx]
19. Sweet Dreams Without Me [Eminem/Eurythmics]
20. Greenday Massacre [Green Day/Eagles/Depeche Mode/Nelly/Beatles/Talking Heads]
21. Let It Be Me [Beatles/Shaggy]
22. No One Takes Your Freedom [Scissor Sisters/Beatles/George Michael/Aretha Franklin]
23. Boulevard of Broken Songs [Green Day/Oasis/Travis/Eminem/Aerosmith]

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props to all of the original mashup bootleggers, including party ben, dj earworm, team9, go home productions. dj clumsy, dj bmc, bass211, dean gray and the rest!

it’s petty and retarded myspacey to bitch about friends that you know will read your blog. and, by myspacey i really mean the ragan fox definition, but i guess the actual myspace definition also applies.

i’ve been struggling to find my way in west hollywood. what the fuck do i want? schmoozy, pretentious cocktail bars where i can stand in line to seduce brian singer and the editors of genre? sleazy, faux-frat-boy dives with unhappy, overly-botoxed, under-fake-tanned future circuit queens? stumbling, horny, verge-on-vomiting go-go boy ooglers? sigh. double-sigh.

there are several varying levels of suck when it comes to a night out.

it would have sucked if we couldn’t find any place fun. we found a myriad cornucopia of fun places tonight.

it would have sucked if we didn’t run into anyone. we ran into a gaggle of work colleagues. fun.

it would have sucked if we weren’t happy with our choice of venue, or if we had argued over where to end up. but, we didn’t. in fact, i forsaked my top two choices to end up at a sleazy dive bar.

at said sleazy dive bar, within 5 minutes of stumbling in, i saw not one, not three, but five lovely ladies with whom i made eyes at. tall lanky latin boy, tall lanky floppy blond boy, tall spikey [slightly cross-eyed] boy, short latin boy, and super-innocent blond surfer boy.

yet, somehow, my partner in crime left me. and, somehow, i didn’t have the wherewithal to stay and stroll and stand awkwardly in the whirlwind of passing bodies in the crowd. smiling bodies. goofily horny bodies. future-ex-boyfriend bodies.

grumble. that’s the problem with best friends. you deal with the same issues as a married couple, but without the sex or the ring on the finger.

where’s my ring, bitch?