The CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6 Deadline.

Today is the mailing deadline for The CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6, so get those mixes in the mail by the end of the day today! Unless you haven’t already gotten back to me and your Mix Buddy with a damn good excuse, don’t expect any sympathy from myself or the CDP faithful when it’s discovered that you’ve gone deadbeat. It’s just like when you don’t get the Big Wheel around all the way on The Price Is Right; even the elderly and frail get booed when they’re unable to accomplish such a simple task. Don’t let me down.

As I’ve mentioned before, any Mix-Tapes sent my way by the end of the month will not only be reviewed right here on the CDP, but also enters the creator of said Mix into a drawing for a FREE CDP COFFEE MUG. Not too shabby.

Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your day. I have a huge announcement on Friday (wait for it…), and I’ll return the first Monday in October with all of your Mix Trade reviews. Thanks.

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There Ain’t An Outlet Big Enough For A Plug This Big.

There’s nothing more satisfying than discovering a new band that you can’t wait to share with as many people as possible. Therefore, there’s nothing more interesting or worthwhile that I’d rather share with you today than this clip from Madison’s newest (and best) new band, Little Red Wolf. Here they are, performing their first song at their first live show; so even if you weren’t there, you can still earn hipster cred and say ‘I saw ’em first!’

Some of you will recognize the scarlet-mohawked drummer as notorious Madison gadabout (and CDP Alumni), Emily Mills. Now, Emily is a proud member of about…oh…164 different local bands, but LRW to me, seems like the one most poised on the edge of something serious. Sure, they’re all adorable and perky and whatnot (which doesn’t hurt a bit), but their songwriting prowess, seamless multi-instrumentation (Ms. Mills plays both the accordion and drums at the same time) and gorgeous harmonies speak on a much larger plane than a group of musically-inclined friends with nothing better to do. These women are not messing around in the least.

So, for goodness sake, check out the clip. And hey, if you dig what you hear, click on the LRW link to hear a six-pack of free tunes and get in on something new and wonderful.

Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your day. If you haven’t yet mailed out your Mix-Tapes, you still have until Monday before we release the hounds. Later.

Can I Get A Little Less Suck In This Monitor?

Whenever I run into a fellow Madisonian on the street or at a gathering, the conversation inevitably shifts to my reclusive behavior concerning public functions. Madison is a wonderful, vibrant, cultural town full of amazing people, places and activities; none of which you’ll normally find me attending. As a married man that likes to write, watch television and sleep with his wife, chances are highly likely that you can find me at home most nights of the week.

Usually sans pants, eating char-broiled macaroni and cheese straight out of the pan. I know what I like.

Last year, my buddy Jesse over at Dane 101 invited me to guest host a podcast in which local events and happenings were being discussed and dissected. He did this because he presumed I was a fellow tastemaker and scene expert. He did this because he presumed I had any knowledge whatsoever concerning what was taking place in our city. Bless his heart; he tried his best to include me. I, on the other hand, ate six plates of curly fries and spoke two, maybe three sentences tops. I still feel sort of bad about that.

So CDP, why aren’t you going to the Madison Film Festival this year?

Well…quite frankly, I don’t really care about independent film. Most of that shit is stunningly awful. Besides, I have anxiety and can’t stand sitting next to strangers in the dark. I usually start throwing haymakers by the second or third trailer.

(silence, regret)

But hey, I still get out from time to time, which leads me to the point of this post. The 2nd Annual Forward Music Festival is taking place over the next three days (Today-Friday-Saturday), and I couldn’t be happier. I always knew that Madison deserved and could support a SXSW-style gathering, and they’ve proven it in spades by turning out one of the best Madison experiences of 2008. This year should be just as fantastic, if not better.

Here’s where I’ll be during every hour of the Festival. If you want to meet up, hang out, let me buy you a drink or sloppily make out with me, e-mail me at communistdance@yahoo.com and we can work something out. I’ll have my phone on me, so drop me a line if you’re going to be in my vicinity. Even more so than checking out some decent bands, I really want to see some of you kids out there. Also, the weather is going to be freaking perfect. Here we go.

THURSDAY
On Thursday, I’ll start off at the High Noon Saloon at 7, perhaps making my way to the Majestic Theatre at around 10. I’d like to be in bed by midnight, though; Friday’s going to be busy.

FRIDAY
On Friday, I’ll start the evening at 5:30, bouncing up and down State Street, checking out three intriguing shows at the Orpheum Stage Door, Orpheum Lobby and the Overture Rotunda respectively. No matter what though, I’ll be back at the High Noon Saloon by 8, and if there’s time permitting, I’ll wrap up the night at the Corral Room. Don’t bet on it, though.

SATURDAY
Saturday starts at the Frequency at 4, quickly followed by a trek back to the Corral Room at 5:30. Finally, the festival (and my liver) will come to an end at the High Noon Saloon at 9.

For obvious reasons, this is my last post of the week. Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your weekend. Again, let me know what your FMF09 schedule looks like so we can fistbump. Bye.

CDP Wayback Machine – Supermarket Homicide Edition.

‘Shop ‘Till You Drop (Or Stab Someone).’
Originally Published: September 8, 2008.

CDP Headquarters experienced an emergency last week, as we nearly ran out of Mojitos on a Friday night. This would have proven to be disastrous, as it’s prohibited by law to head into the weekend sober if you happen to be spending the evening at my house. Like a flash of alcoholic lightning, the Missus, myself, Benjamin and Sherry hopped into the car and drove to the supermarket to get the many ingredients necessary to create this delicious and unbelievably complicated Summertime drink (seriously, it takes like, three months to make).

The Copp’s Food Center down the street had almost everything we needed, but had just run out of mint shortly before we arrived (perhaps everyone in Wyndham Hills had the same idea as us). This left us with one of two options:

1. No Mojitos (unacceptable by any means necessary).
2. Travel to the…other…supermarket across town.

You know the kind of supermarket I’m talking about. The one with the fluorescent lighting that makes you slit your wrists with a cat food lid as soon as you walk in. The one where everyone seems to get gutshot in the parking lot. The one where every checkout girl is 10 months pregnant with a baby that’s already 4 months pregnant. The one where Peter Cetera never seems to stop singing. Yeah, the trip to the belly of Hell was about to be made for the good of the timeless Rum Highball.

I’ve never been to this grocery store before,” said a wide-eyed and naive Benjamin.

Well, settle in. You’re in for a treat,” I quipped back, before checking my eyebrows in the rearview mirror and taking my pocket knife out of the glove compartment.

When we stepped into the Sentry Foods, I was instantly reminded of all the sadness and suffering in the world; it was similar to listening to Antony & The Johnsons during a funeral. It seemed to be in a constant state of unkempt renovation, as were the patrons. “Let’s just get this stupid mint and get the hell out of here,” I said. I’m typically always on the verge of a panic attack if you see me out in public, and this was certainly no exception.

As we meandered around the aisles, looking for a proverbial mint-flavored needle in a crap-flavored haystack, the Missus darted off in the correct direction while I was distracted. As I tried to catch up, I attempted to crack my friends up by doing my signature ‘Power Walk.’ If you’re unfamiliar with the ‘Power Walk,’ I suggest checking out Mr. McMahon’s WWE entrance. I do this in public all the time, because I think it’s hilarious and it leads people to believe that I have something wrong with me.

As you can probably surmise, it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened in America. That entrance song is also my ringtone. Let’s move on.

As I power-walked around the corner and caught up with the Missus (who found the mint), I noticed a random shopper that was looking at me. He was short and chubby, tan-skinned, slightly feminine, backwards cap and dressed like a frat boy douchebag. We’d never get along, even if he was a Red Sox fan.

As the four of us crowded around the mint and determined just how many metric tons of the stuff we’d need, this guy managed to walk right up next to me and stare me down. He was sweating and appeared to be either severely intoxicated or under the influence of some narcotic. Weirder still, he had no groceries and wasn’t even carrying a basket. I was ready for anything.

You wearing an iPod?” He asked me, which ranked at approximately #998,603 on the list of the One Million Things I’d Expect To Be Asked By A Stranger At A Grocery Store, wedged right between “Can I eat Michael Dukakis’ shoes?” and “Do you know what year it is, Neil Armstrong?

My friends looked confused as I made the regrettable decision to respond to this sweaty mass of unbalanced humanity. “No,” I said. “Why?”

He then proceeded to mock my amazing Power Walk, all while boasting a please-punch-me-in-the-knob grin. Dude had approached me for the sole purpose of making fun of the way that I pretend-walked.

Now, this shouldn’t be a big deal to anyone with greater mental facilities than myself. Just laugh it off and move on, right? Well, not exactly. This guy had caught me at the wrong time; a time where I wanted to get confrontational and remind him that it’s not nice to insult people. Who knows; maybe that’s how I really walk? Maybe I got hit by a bus as a child and my legs didn’t heal correctly. Maybe I was that guy in the POW camp with John McCain. Maybe I’m retarded and like to embarrass myself in public.

My friends looked at me as if to say, “Please, just walk away from this drunk idiot.” Instead, I came slightly unglued.

What the hell is wrong with you, man? Do you just approach strangers at random and make fun of the way they walk? Get outta here.”

Dude didn’t really know what to say, so we just sort of walked around him and made our way to the checkout. I was expecting more than that; perhaps I got off lucky. Hell, perhaps he did.

I’m an unassuming-looking guy. Medium build. Nerd glasses and a hipster attire. However, I was raised in one of the most rural parts of Wisconsin, worked at a dairy farm, redneck bar and hardware store, all before the age of 18. I will be more than happy to hand you your ass if the situation should present itself. I have a dangerous problem with male authority and bullying, and any guy that thinks it might be funny to tease or belittle me will be met with the sort of retaliation that can only come from a tiny man that was raised by bipolar women his entire life.

It ain’t worth it, Cowboy.

But the moment had passed, and as we continued around the barren supermarket, my friends were giving me their usual schtick about what I did wrong; which is typically everything.

“Why didn’t you just laugh and walk away?”
“Because that’s a sign of weakness!”
“Why do you have to be such a jerk?”
“He deserved it!”
“Why does this stuff always happen to you?”
“I hit a leprechaun with my car when I was 16; happy?”

As the conversation continued towards the checkout line, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was the dude, sauntering back over to my general vicinity. I tried to act like I didn’t see him, but if he was about to slash my throat with a poorly-concealed razorblade, I should at least make eye contact beforehand.

Was this guy insane? Was he asking for an ass-kicking? My theories were only heightened as he walked slowly past me, slo-mo power-walking the entire way and looking at me with the same douchebag grin. Bastard was egging me on.

Oh, that’s it. Nobody gets between me and my mojitos.

I clutched the knife that was nestled in my pocket; this guy’s eye was about to get carved out of its booze-soaked socket. Then, if I felt like it, I was going to go to his mom’s house and Power Walk on her fresh corpse. The only person allowed to make fun of me is me, especially if this whole thing started due to me already making fun of myself. He was a dead man. A dead, ignorant man who doesn’t understand humor and is now about to get stabbed because of it.

For about the millionth time in my life, I took a split second to fully understand the hilarious ridiculousness of the moment. Through a series of seemingly random and borderline-silly circumstances (jonesing for mojitos, out of mint, cross-town travel, power-walking in front of random passerby), I was about to beat the living hell out of a complete stranger that barely deserved it (I wasn’t really going to stab him; I was just going to…you know…cut him a little).

Only the restraint of the Missus kept the situation from reaching a violent head, as the only thing I was able to do was say “I think you’re done; get the hell out of here.” He put up his hands in a defeated fashion and disappeared, once he realized that I did not find his brand of observational insult humor worthwhile in the least.

You’d think that my friends would praise me as a hero. Someone that stood in the face of annoying opposition and emerged victorious. Perhaps they would even gain some sort of masculine respect or attraction towards me, in that I wasn’t some weak pushover that would take crap from people, regardless of if I might have deserved it for prancing around the supermarket like a gazelle in heat. Maybe they’d feel that I was someone who could protect them should something truly serious go down.

You’d be wrong. As is always the case, this entire situation was my fault. If you think that my ‘I can’t do anything right’ act has worn thin, I can assure you that nobody is more sick of it than I am.

What did I tell you about this place?” I said to the trio, clucking with disapproval. “Can we please go home and play Rock Band now?

Thy will be done. And you know what? It was worth it.

The CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6 Drawing.

It’s go time, kids!

After extensive laboring, uploading e-mail addresses and building one of those spinny-wheels with the Bingo balls in them, I have come up with the 20 pairings for the CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6. Everyone who signed up has someone that they will create a mix-tape for, and in tune, they have someone who will make one for them.

The pairings are as follows. The drawing was random; a friend picked a number, and I eliminated the names, ‘MASH’-style. I don’t think kids still play ‘MASH,’ but that’s neither here nor there:

1. theCDP will be creating a Mix for Cargirl.
2. Benjamin will be creating a Mix for Fleur Tatious.
3. Smedley will be creating a Mix for Emily.
4. Mike Hoss will be creating a Mix for Caitlin.
5. John Jenkel will be creating a Mix for Eric.
6. Joshua James will be creating a Mix for BluStaCon.
7. Mike I. will be creating a Mix for Fiona.
8. Eric will be creating a Mix for UK John.
9. BluStaCon will be creating a Mix for Brian.
10. Wallrock will be creating a Mix for Regan.
11. UK John will be creating a Mix for Sherry.
12. Brian will be creating a Mix for Hathery.
13. Hathery will be creating a Mix for Joshua James.
14. Sherry will be creating a Mix for Wallrock.
15. Emily will be creating a Mix for Mike I.
16. Cargirl will be creating a Mix for John Jenkel.
17. Fleur Tatious will be creating a Mix for Mike Hoss.
18. Caitlin will be creating a Mix for Benjamin.
19. Regan will be creating a Mix for theCDP.
20. Fiona will be creating a Mix for Smedley.

Wonderful. Here’s what we all do next:

1. I will be sending e-mails out to everyone over the next several hours (give me at least until around the end of the work day to finish), reminding them who’s creating a Mix-Tape for whom, and what that person’s e-mail address is. For example, your e-mail from me will look a lot like this:

Benjamin, the CDP is making a Mix-Tape for you. His e-mail address is communistdance@yahoo.com. Please contact him and give him your mailing address.

2. It will then be up to the future recipient of the Mix-Tape to contact the creator and give them their physical mailing address. For example:

Hey CDP, it’s Benjamin. I’m looking forward to your mix-tape; my address is blah-bloo-blee.”

3. One you get the mailing address of the person you’re sending a Mix-Tape to, MAKE IT AND SEND IT! Be creative; I’ve seen amazing artwork, brilliant track selections and overall awesome efforts by everyone every time, so I’m expecting nothing less this time around, as well. Remember that the theme of the Trade is ‘Six Degrees‘ so create your best compilation or stand-alone Mix and get to work!

Everyone has a buddy; it would really suck if someone gets left out because you suddenly decided to go deadbeat on them. The deadline is to have ALL MIX-TAPES MAILED OUT BY MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28. Now that you know who you’re making a mix for, you should have plenty of time to whip it up and get it mailed out within two full weeks. If someone gets left out, I’ll feel personally responsible, so please don’t make an ass out of me, or I’ll publicly ostracize you here on the CDP. I’ve seen too many people create wonderful pieces of art and get nothing in return, so…don’t do that, please.

4. If you’re having a problem contacting anyone, an e-mail address is dead or anything else goes wrong, feel free to contact immediately me and I’ll sort it out. I’m pretty neat like that. Remember though that people are busy, so give them a day or two to answer you back, but let me know if it’s taking a ludicrous amount of time.

Of course, once you receive your Mix-Tape, sound off in the comments section so we all know the status of everyone’s packages. Half the fun is sharing the experience with everyone involved.

5. I always mention this (and I’ll mention it again in your e-mail), but if you’re looking for an easy way to thank me for inventing something as uniting and awesome as the Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade, I would love a copy of your mix. My mailing address is as follows:

theCDP
PO Box 865
Sun Prairie, WI
53590

Any mixes that make it to Headquarters by the end of September will be personally spotlighted and reviewed by me on the CDP in October. Also in October, I’ll be drawing a random name from the list of Mix-Tape Trade participants to win a FREE CDP COFFEE MUG!

You should be receiving your instructional e-mails by the end of the day today (Monday). So get out there, create a rad Mix-Tape and send it off to your partner before Monday, September 28th!

The CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6.

It’s back!

After five previous Trades and nearly 125 different Mix-Tapes created by nearly 100 different people, the CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade is making it’s triumphant return just in time for Autumn.

For those of you who are new to the Trade, or for the alumni in need of a reminder, the CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade is a chance for CDP readers from all over the globe to not only create a Mix-Tape for each other, but to receive one as well. It breaks down like this:

1. If you want to be involved with the Trade, you can easily sign up by leaving me a comment or sending me an e-mail at communistdance@yahoo.com. Be sure to leave me a name and an e-mail address!

2. The deadline to sign up is this Saturday, September 12 at 11pm Central Time, so don’t procrastinate, or you’ll miss out!

3. On Monday, September 14, I will draw and post a random partnering of everyone that signed up for the Trade, so you can not only see who you will be creating a Mix-Tape for, but also can see who will be creating one for you.

4. This is the fun part. You will then get to work on creating a Mix-Tape (or CD, most likely) that follows the set theme of this particular Trade (see below for theme). In tune, someone will start making one for you. I function as the middleman concerning all communications, such as sorting out mailing addresses and the like. Don’t be afraid to get a hold of me as the Trade rolls along if you have any questions.

5. When you’re done creating your (no doubt, fantastic) Mix, you’ll mail it off to the person that was drawn for you, and in tune, you’ll shortly receive a Mix in the mail as well. Mailing deadlines will be announced next Monday when we draw names; you’ll get around two full weeks.

6. As always, any Mix-Tapes that are sent my way will be acknowledged and reviewed right here on the CDP. Oh, and just for a little additional incentive to get on board, one random winner will be selected from the participants to win a FREE CDP COFFEE MUG!

Simple as that. Make a Mix, mail it out, and you’ll get one back. This is one of the more fun and reader-collaborated things that we do here on the CDP, and it’s always a blast and a chance for people to come out of their lurker shells and join the vocal masses.

Now, in the past, we’ve done themes like Love Mixes, Cover Mixes, Top 10 Mixes, mixes where the theme is based on a catchphrase, and so on. For the CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade 6, the theme is…

‘Six Degrees.’

Easy, tiger; let me explain. The theme of your Mix is actually a collection of six different ‘mini-mixes.’ Your Mix-Tape can consist of as many or as few of the following six Mix themes as you want. And the six themes are:

Theme #1 – ‘Crank It To 11.’
Synopsis – This theme will consist of songs that you cannot possibly play loud enough. The tracks that you always ‘crank to 11,’ so to speak.

Theme #2 – ‘Track #1.
Synopsis – This theme will consist of your favorite opening tracks to albums.

Theme #3 – ‘Guilty Pleasures.’
Synopsis – This theme will consist of tracks that you may not necessarily admit to listening to constantly when nobody else is around. Time to come clean, and turn others on to your guilty musical pleasures.

Theme #4 – ‘Parental Advisory.’
Synopsis – This theme will consist of tracks that are…not exactly for the little ones.

Theme #5 – ‘Live.
Synopsis – This theme will consist of your favorite live tracks. No tracks by the rock band Live will be allowed under any circumstances.

Theme #6 – ‘Closing Track.’
Synopsis – This theme will consist of your favorite final tracks to albums.

Ideally, I’d love to see a Mix-Tape that encompassed a little bit of all six themes, but if you’re sweeter on some than others, it’s fine to tilt the tables a little bit. My goal was to take a bunch of decent Mix-Tape ideas, and combine them all into something that was greater than the sum of its parts. I have nothing but faith that all of you will create a fantastic piece of art.

Let’s make the sixth CDP Worldwide Mix-Tape Trade the biggest one ever. Sign up via comments or e-mail, remember to leave a name and e-mail address, and make sure that you do it by Saturday, September 12 at 11pm Central Time!

Thanks much. Sound off in the comments section, start brainstorming what your Six Degrees Mix will be, and enjoy your day.