Rumour has it that Gaytron will mash Hendrix' and Whitney Houston's versions on the National Anthem for tonight's Rockies / D-Backs game.

Yngwie Einstein wrote:He already said he is a mash-up artist.

Actually, he said very specifically that he wasn't a mash-up artist. He hates mash-ups.

That was the other him that was into mash-up. This him thinks it's mundane.

steve wrote:That was the other him that was into mash-up. This him thinks it's mundane.

Oh, shit, now i know who he is.



Thanks to this thread i'm actually going to look at the tech forum occasionally from now on. Holy god.

Alright, this mystery has to be solved. Someone's about to get their pants pulled down in public, and it's not going to be a pretty sight.

Claytron is actually the bassist in my friend's band, the Zappatistas. They're an anarchist prog-rock quartet that often plays out in Chicago with bands like the Flying Luttenbachers and Cheer Accident. Their primary musical influence is Frank Zappa. Claytron's other nom de plume on the EA forums was "Yut". Some of you may have remembered him, who also went under the alias Wernheim Zackariah. I've been a long-time lurker but this is my first post, and I thought I'd use the opportunity to expose Claytron for the hookah-smoking, sandal-wearing penis pimple he really is.

You see, I know Claytron in real life. Clay's probably going to make a big fuss about how I'm talking nonsense, but don't listen to him. He's practically obsessed with Fred Mangan and everything having to do with novelty guitars. He once told me that his dream in life is to make a guitar out of the Empire State building. He went into elaborate detail about how he would do it, re-wiring the elevator shafts, attaching inch-thick copper cables to the sides of the skyscraper, etc. When it was completely finished and ready to go, Clay, dressed like Roxy-era Eno, would fly in on a helicopter, rappel himself towards the cables, and, in a dramatic Townshend-esque windmill, swing himself from side to side as he plucked the cables with a golden pick the size of a pizza delivery box.

This sort of claptrap can only be described as the overheated ramblings of a mind still trapped in adolescent delusions of grandeur. And his ridiculously overblown posts on this thread only further confirmed what I had already decided upon: Clay Bugsby is an enormous phallus. His mission in life is to re-create both Frank Zappa's schoolboy prankishness and his egregiously offensive music.

So this is who Clay is. And now I fully expect him to deny everything I've just said.

steve wrote:That was the other him that was into mash-up.

Well, if this him isn't him, then you're a bigger cunt than ever, which was previously considered impossible. But no, him's always been an enemy of the mash-up community.

I still can't believe you think P.J. Harvey's "a genius."

Zachary E. wrote:He once told me that his dream in life is to make a guitar out of the Empire State building. He went into elaborate detail about how he would do it, re-wiring the elevator shafts, attaching inch-thick copper cables to the sides of the skyscraper, etc. When it was completely finished and ready to go, Clay, dressed like Roxy-era Eno, would fly in on a helicopter, rappel himself towards the cables, and, in a dramatic Townshend-esque windmill, swing himself from side to side as he plucked the cables with a golden pick the size of a pizza delivery box.

If true, then excellent. This idea can't fail.

Claytron wrote:

Yngwie Einstein wrote:He already said he is a mash-up artist.

Actually, he said very specifically that he wasn't a mash-up artist. He hates mash-ups.

Wikipedia wrote:The Beachles Sgt. Petsound's Lonely Hearts Club Band is a track-for-track mash-up of The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds with The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by Clayton Counts, posted on his blog. It received favorable mentions in Entertainment Weekly and USA Today, as well as blogs around the world. Sometime around September 8th, 2006, Counts received a cease and desist order from EMI's attorneys. Notably, the letter included a demand for Counts to hand over the IP addresses of everyone who downloaded or streamed the songs, even if they were streamed from one of the hundreds of other websites linking to them. Counts removed the songs, but refused to give up the IPs and fired back with a lengthy missive on his blog.[1] This prompted a response in the alternative press, in addition to further exposure from news outlets such as the Associated Press and Rolling Stone, which resulted in a letter-writing campaign and a boycott of EMI and Capitol Records on behalf of Mr. Counts.

This is so much fun, can we keep stringing Clayton Cunts along for another 16 pages? He keeps taking the bait, we keep feeding his ego. I especially like his big words.

I keep reading 'Fred Mangan' and thinking Fred Garvin.

Watch Fred eat a sandwich

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