The Central Michigan University Fight Song in a Barbershop rendition, sung by the gentlemen of Phi Mu Alpha - Nu Pi Chapter! Special thanks to Brothers David Gillingham and Brother James Batcheller for their help and support! FIRE UP CHIPS!! ALL HAIL!!!

Come and support the Chippewas on December 26th, 2012 at Ford Field (Detroit, MI) against the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers!! Kickoff at 7:30 p.m.

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The ΘΕ chapter of ΣΑΙ serenading our newly initiated ΦΜΑ brothers. I love SAI!

This is awesome.

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lol tumblr.


One of the first tumblr posts I made was about censorship. I recently did a research paper on the censorship of music, and my eyes have been opened a little more to the subject than they were before. I was thinking about it a little more in detail and thought I’d share.

I hate radio edits. I hate clean versions of songs. They make the song sound a little dumber, and they hide the original intention or emotion the artist is trying to get across. A less-potent example: Lil Jon & the Eastside Boyz’s 2003 hit, “Get Low.”

Real version: “All skeet skeet, motherfuckers.”

Edit: All skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet.”

By repeating skeet all the time, it totally loses the edginess of the MOTHERFUCKERS. Listening to the real song, you get a much better sense of what crunk is all about. All skeet skeet god damn.

Here’s an example of a radio edit that I’m actually alright with: Black Eyed Peas’ 2003 hit, “Let’s Get It Started,” originally titled, “Let’s Get Retarded.”

I’m all about artistic freedom, but I feel like “Let’s Get It Started” sounds a lot more hype than “Let’s Get Retarded,” regardless of how you feel about the word.

Enough counter-argument. Let’s get to the meat and potatoes.

Cee-Lo Green’s “Fuck You.” As stated with “Get Low,” sometimes when words are replaced, it looses that overall effect. “Forget You” is much more timid-sounding. It doesn’t have the same umph, the same joie de vivre. If you’re shouting at someone and you’re really pissed, you’re not gonna say, “Forget you!” HELL NO. You’re gonna get in their face and say, “FUCK YOU!" And maybe, just maybe, you’ll have some sweet doo-wop background singers backing you up.

If listening to edited versions of songs doesn’t bother you, more power to you. As for me, I prefer to experience the artist’s purist intention with whatever song (piece, tune, or chart) I’m listening to.

Shove it up your ass, FCC. And you, too, Tipper Gore.



peer pressure.

katie derees.