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Over the past couple of months, I have developed a liking… no… an addiction to a musician (I think that’s what he is) who calls himself Girl Talk. It’s really hard to describe what he does, but Corey Lewis from the Stranger Dance blog sums it up nicely:

I don’t really know what exactly Girl Talk does. Mashup artist? No. DJ? Not really. I do know, however, that it’s great stuff. What he does isn’t really all that special, it’s more how he does it – serious, heavy-duty mixing using a dizzying amount and variety of songs, and doing it really, really well.

There you go. His MySpace page has some music if you want to really hear what he does – I recommend “Still Here” as a starter.

Anyways, back to the original reason for this post. Girl Talk’s album is a complex mix of more than 250 recognizable songs from the past and present, none of which are original work by Mr. Girl Talk himself. With the way the RIAA has been treating unlawful use of their music, you would think they’d be all over this guy, but so far they aren’t, and they shouldn’t be.

Since I started listening to Girl Talk, who offers a “pay what you want” pricing of his album, I have rediscovered songs I have forgotten about, picked out specific beats or guitar riffs I liked, and ultimately figured out what the songs were and bought them. I can safely say that I’ve bought somewhere around five to seven songs because of Girl Talk.

Girl Talk is a marketing machine, doing something that music labels haven’t figured out. His album is an hour-long advertisement for hundreds of songs delivered in ten to twenty second long bits that are mixed together to bring out the best in each one.

This man is a goldmine for the record industry, and hopefully they’ll let him stick around long enough to keep it up. I know I need a new album from him, I think I’ve listened to it every day on my walk to and from work for the past two months.

And I highly recommend going to his concert if you ever have a chance. Probably one of the best I’ve ever been to.