in 2006 i was approached by french label Cabaret Walter. they wanted to put out an artist collaborated compilation.

the basis of the collaboration was that every musician involved would write two songs with only two tracks in each song (i.e. guitar & bass or drums & vocals or etc...). after the completion of the tracks, the artist would send them back to Cabaret Walter, where they would then redistribute the songs to the other participants of the project to be completed.

i received guitar and piano from broken social scene, and trumpet and drums from belgian trumpeter bart maris, with a deadline to complete the two songs by the 1st of January 2007. i had been on tour most of 2006 and had no opportunity to work on these tracks until new year's eve. that night, as my friends waited paitently for me to join them in celebration, i found inspiration in my energy and frustration and put it full force into two separate, harshly comical and arrogant characters. within a couple of hours i had finished the two songs, with all their brash carelessness.

--so_i_married_a_bolly_bart_maris.mp3 [explicit]
--original_bart_maris_tracks.mp3

--broken_social_scene_ruined_my_social_scene.mp3 [explicit]
--original_broken_social_scene_track01.mp3
--original_broken_social_scene_track02.mp3

EXPLICIT LYRICS::

so i married a bolly bart maris
you fucking free jazz assholes, making me spend my holidays on your stupid songs, with no structures, no consistant melodies... you guys can suck my fucking dick!

frida, rita, and michael took a walk down to the river. throwing stones and laughing, happy with each other's company, there was only one thing missing.

"where the fuck is ramón???" they all cried.

"oh, i think ramón is inside. writing words to a french man's fucking free jazz song."

"oh," said rita, "that's fucking lame..."

then they all shook their heads and said the same.

that's when ramón had an idea... "i'll just put this beat over here, and end the song really near."


broken social scene ruined my social scene!
shut the fuck up! i never waited too long to write this mother fucking song. you don't know shit. i'm gonna rap on this bitch. i'm gonna make it a hit. i'm gonna scream at the ground like babies havin' a fit. it's not my fault niggas be sendin' me shit. they still be suckin' the tit. i'm gonna make it correct, and give my big up's to beck, have time to nibble your neck, and collect, lect, my check, collect my check.

(ride the white rabbit, he's time travelin'. niggas be playin' with a bad habit. niggas be playin' with a bad habit)

what the fuck is this why you be sendin' me piss. bitch i be takin' the hit, makin' me deal with this shit. you playin' notes through a phone? why you be deafenin' tones? kid you be achin' my bones... please, please girls don't fuck with ramón...

(you shouldn't have to do this shit. it's new year's eve and you should be out with your friends...)

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