My Hit Single
I’ve been sick for the past few days — miserably sick. I made it into the office yesterday afternoon, but by the time I returned home last night I was feeling pretty gnarly. And then my housemate and I discovered that someone had stolen two items from our house — the first, a 20-inch computer monitor that belonged to our friend and former housemate; the second, a large bottle of Haitian rum. I wish I were making this up. Saddened by the news, I recorded the following song. I can’t say it’s my best work, but it is certainly heartfelt.
Um, I’m working on more of these. Man, I had no idea Imeem would only play you a thirty-second clip. Here’s the rest.
inshallah you didn’t intend the rum for your own consumption….
— razib · Apr 3, 11:33 PM · #
Heavens no!
— Reihan · Apr 4, 12:35 AM · #
Do I detect the stylistic influence of one Mr. E. Costello?
— J. G. Pair · Apr 4, 08:36 PM · #
I would very, very, very much like to hear a cover of “Goldfinger” by this artist.
— Sanjay · Apr 5, 02:48 AM · #
This follows your hit single on the Democratic Primary campaign. Hilarious and accurate.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDDCDwuSD3g&eurl=http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2008/week10/index.html
— Dave Goldman · Apr 5, 07:31 PM · #
Imeem doesn’t know what it’s doing: on Facebook it alternates between playing a two-second clip and the entire song. Sorry you were burgled: it’s an awful feeling.
— Joules · Apr 5, 10:05 PM · #
Over at Crunchy Con, Dreh-Rod closed an R.E.M.-inspired post on the fading of musical genius with a backhand tribute, courtesy of his amused sons, to Reihan’s lemons-to-lemonade “hit single” above. To their eventual shame, if I have anything to say about it, Rod’s Peanut-Galleria regulars failed to sustain the Salamite hosannas, leaving, to date, me and me alone to man that burning deck whence all but they had fled, closing my own weigh-in within on the rise-and-fall of divers popsters:
blog.beliefnet.com/crunchycon/2008/04/when-great-bands-go-bad.html.comments.html
“But all that’s as maybe, as they say in Pythonspeak, before the international treasure that is Reihan Salam. I’ve watched him grow from Bodhi sapling as Robin to Andrew’s Bruce Wayne, to Enlightenment as AmScene frat-blogger, with an avuncular twinkle. Anyone eclectic enough to appreciate equally Sullivan, Larison and Cracked magazine, geek-chic enough to post vids of his Hillary-as-monster and iPod-lipsync turns, and alchemical enough in optimism to turn the base metal of his recent burglary (to him, not by him – Ed.) into the light-making gold of that mocking song-speak Rod linked, is a multiple-threat artist well on his way to, first, white horses, and ladies by the score, (blogroupies), then eventual inclusion in Rhino’s Golden Throats series, Warbling Bloggers edition. Get to know him.”
— Scott Lahti · Apr 7, 01:57 AM · #
“Do I detect the stylistic influence of one Mr. E. Costello?”
I think it’s the midget from the Black Lodge you’re hearing.
— Matt Frost · Apr 7, 02:55 AM · #
I’m going to become the second pregnant man after I steal some of Reihan’s seed.
— Milt · Apr 8, 08:37 PM · #