At last night's VMA awards. It isn't even possible for me to feel anything about him anymore; the media has saturated my brain with him to the point where I can only feel numb when I look at him. But still, THOSE SHOES.
I tried yodeling for a while, but everyone else was doing it and I felt there was no real room for growth or "pushing the envelope," to use a tired phrase. I'm experimenting now with different, more guttural syllables - "booga dugga ugga goo" is a personal favorite - and with varying models of instrumentation. The vuvuzela in particular unlocks some key sonic possibilities in the art of yodeling.