Never one to pass up a good gimmick, Jeffy and I are starting a new weekly feature wherein I have to write 100 words or less about a song Jeff recommends, and Jeff has to write 100 words or less about a song I recommend. Who knows if it’ll be fun or not, but it’s a good chance to get our audience (you know, assuming we actually have one) in touch with some music they may have forgotten — or don’t know about at all — without being heavy-handed about it. And, if week 1 is any indication, there’s a good chance you’ll see us forcing each other to write about music that — to put it kindly — we might not be interested in otherwise.

We’re going to include youtube.com links (where available) so you can have a listen if you’re intrigued, since that is a tad more legal than posting links to .mp3s. But if you like the song, by all means, fire up Limewire, BitTorrent, or even iTunes and go download it. If only one playlist is altered, we’ve done our jobs.

But we’re not holding our breath.

Later, perhaps, we’ll do theme weeks (suggestions along those lines are always welcome) but for now, here’s the first week of JeremyAbramson.com™ presents: The 100 Word Song Swap

And with the first pick of The Song Swap, Jeremy selects for Jeffy, “Insane Clown Posse - Fuck the World”.

Let’s go back to a simpler time. ‘Twas the Summer of ‘99. A band of merry clowns came forth during the third incarnation of Woodstock to bring us an important message — make fuck, not war.

This song, clearly meant to shock, only succeeds twice: when they requested we fuck Dionne Warwick (because I have no idea why she was relevant) and when they called out MTV Live, because I had totally forgotten TRL came after Woodstock ‘99.

What wouldn’t shock me: if this song was written on a toilet in less than the span of one deuce. Hooray for Juggalos.
–Jeff

With the second pick of the Song Swap, Jeffy selects for Jeremy, “Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins - Rise Up With Fists”

For some reason, when I was a little kid, one of the local stations in Chico syndicated Hee-Haw. I don’t really remember much about it, but I remember being confused, later on, when I saw Roy Clark doing Hunt’s ketchup commercials. Hey, I was young.

Now, maybe it’s that experience, or maybe I just don’t get the juxtaposition of inbred corn-ball humor with “indie” princess Jenny Lewis, but for whatever reason, this video is horrible. Get her naked, maybe, with her hair covering her boobs and her vagina blurred, a la Alanis Morrisette and I can dig it.
–Jeremy