This kind of thing usually isn’t my bag, but when the piano bit from “Come Sail Away” kicks in around the one minute mark, I lose my shit; for whatever reason it strikes me as really funny. (Mash-up artists, listen up: the first one of you clowns to put “Mr. Roboto” in front of a Wu-Tang song will receive a personal check from me for an unreasonably large sum.) The cheery, carnival-like deedly-doots behind Ludacris’s chanting at the end also make me chuckle. I’m not sure that this song (or the record from which it comes) was intended comedically; I hope it was. Otherwise I’m laughing at some earnest white kid who just wants to “mash stuff up.” Actually, however it was intended, as serious music for serious people or overtly comedic, I guess we all win by pointing out its ridiculousness and guffawing. It’s even funnier if you imagine some hipster stroking his beard and peering deep into the nuances of the samples. (Quick aside: Check out the mole on the bald guy in the picture above. Wow.)
