A tie for a tongue! Imagine!
…after Narces Benoit and his girlfriend witnessed a deadly police shooting, officers put guns to their heads and smashed their cellphones in an effort to destroy the video he had shot. However, Benoit had managed to slip the memory card out of his phone and kept it hidden in his mouth throughout the ordeal, even while interrogated, CNN reports. Footage below:
From the Youtube description:
Images of last week’s fatal police shooting in Miami Beach have been released.
Here you see footage recorded on a cell phone by Narces Benoit.
The police are surrounding a car driven by Raymond Herisse. Then they started firing at the 22-year-old.
Herisse was killed, three officers and four bystanders were injured.
Benoit and his girlfriend, Ericka Davis, are accusing authorities of destroying evidence and intimidation.
They say the only reason this video is still around because they were able to hide a memory card before authorities smashed the phone that captured this incident.
They have hired a lawyer, saying they “want the right thing to be done.”
As if I didn’t have enough to do, for some reason tonight on a total whim I decided to strat doing this thing on Twitter that I have dubbed, “#dondoodles”. The deal is, you send me a description of something you’d like me to draw, and tag it with #dondoodles. I drew three tonight, @nickshearon‘s “A penguin Fighting the pope“, @dipod‘s “chuck norris riding a unicorn with mr t + the shake and vac lady waving at them“, and the one you can see above which was for @annamadeline who asked (with encouragingly politeness), “can I have a robot that hasn’t got a mouth please?”
The first two I did in Photoshop, just cos I had it open, and I am experimenting with the new brushes in CS5, but that was a bit annoying so I went back to Manga Studio for Anna’s robot, which was a much more enjoyable experience.
So, yeah. #dondoodles. Keep those coming in – I have a column in Tweetdeck tracking them – and you NEVER KNOW WHICH I MIGHT PICK TO BLESS WITH MY PLASTIC PEN!
In other news, I had a really good bike ride to the gym today. I wrote some ace raps in my HEAD, like Jay-Z, but not about not being a mason, and I named my company. Finally! The correct name has been evading for like, a year, to my constant dismay. Then today, when I wasn’t even thinking about it, with the wind rushing through my hair as I bounced along the tarmac, the thing just presented itself to me. I am really excited about it. My company is going to put out music – mine, and other peoples’ – its gonna make clothes, films, videos, cartoons, toys, books, all sorts of dope shit. It is the start of a new and beautiful chapter. I might talk a little about it on the Doncast later. Or I might not. You never can tell with me cos I am a MAVERICK. Well, that’s what they wrote on my school report when I was 8. And they were CORRECT! I am taking that word back from John McCain right now. MAVERICK! MAVERICK!
Actually, it’s not that good a word. Brillopad is better. Shout out Adam Ice Rink in the C-Section. That’s an ill-ass name right there dude, I have to congratulate you. Or, I should have said, that name is brillopad.
A ha ha ha!
Oh, and shout out Paul Heaton, who kicked off his excellent and funny BBC 6Music show yesterday with Oh! (What A Glorious Thing). Serious! Paul Heaton from The Beautiful South and The Housemartins kicked off his radio show with MY SONG! What a MASSIVE HONOUR! I have been a great big fan of that man and his musics ever since I was 12 and I had a Now! That’s What I Call Musictape with that one they did about a tongue so sharp it burst the bubble on it. When I used to live with Blake Fielder-Civil (actually he was crashing on my sofa and not paying any rent, and he didn’t have surname back then either) in this flat on Camden Road in 2000 we used to put The Beautiful South on the stereo as loud as it would go when we were smearing our hair with Dax and deciding what cowboy hats to wear out and what indie disco to go to. Actually, I put Liars Bar on The Steven Wells Mixtape didn’t I? Damn. I am going to have to track him down and see if he wants to make a song with me. THAT WOULD BE SO ILL.
You know who else I wanna do a song with? Babybird. I fucking love Babybird. And Prince. Prince is the man. And Leonard Cohen. He’s not dead yet is he? No he isn’t. I bet he lives forever.
Any other amazing ideas?
Look up fool! Look up!
The news is basically Brass Eye these days. Huffington Post reports:
The popular and Grammy award-winning band Kings of Leon were forced to end a concert in St. Louis last night after playing just three songs because a pigeon pooped into bassist Jared Followill’s mouth, the New York Post reports.
A spokesman for the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater told the crowd the show would not be able continue due to fears for the band’s safety.
Drummer Nathan Followill apologized to fans on Twitter:
“So sorry St. Louis. We had to bail,” he wrote, explaining that the show was stopped because a pigeon had defecated in Jared Followill’s mouth. “Too unsanitary to continue,” he added.
Concert goers have been a offered a full refund.
That Christian SkyGod is a funny motherfucker.