Seven years ago, Soulja Boy Tell’em was huge…for a little while. During that little, I was subjected to kids telling me about his music. Other than assuring them that they would forget about him within two years (they did), my go-to comment was that he sounded like my aunt…who lives in Ho Chi Minh City…and has a shaky grasp of the English language. Because this story indirectly involves a family member, I find it perfectly appropriate to post this pair of mashups during the week of Thanksgiving…because family…even though my aunt has never been here for Thanksgiving. And since not all of you celebrate American Thanksgiving, just think of it as a regular blog post.

Anyways…during my time making mashups, I eventually decided to make a mashup with Soulja Boy Tell’em and the only Southeast Asian performer that I knew of at the time: the pre-Khmer Rouge Cambodian pop Queen Ros Sereysothea. I suppose that I could have picked an obvious Soulja Boy Tell’em track like “Turn My Swag On”, but I didn’t. I could have done his breakout hit “Crank That”, but I had already used that for another mashup that I might post at a later date.

My first choice ended up being Donk, because I knew that I could not say that title out loud without someone asking me if that was an Asian word. I mixed it in with Oscha Nas Sangsar Knhom, because that is a pretty flute line. I am not sure if I got the timing right and perhaps I should have cut the chorus off at the end so that it fits up with the music stopping, but I still think that it is fun.

Somehow, I felt that I could squeeze another mashup between these two, so I did. Kiss Me Thru the Phone with Sammie was something that the kids would sing over and over again, so that became the default choice. I decided to mix it up with the haunting somewhat cowboy movie-like “Bong Euy Veal Venge”…or Venh…I am not sure what it is called.

I felt that the song needed more of a beat, even a small one, so I ended up also using the remix of Kiss Me Thru the Phone that featured Pitbul, since this one kept the semblance of a beat, even if it probably was not meant to. I don’t remember why I kept in Pitbull’s part, but I did. There was one very small instance where I raised the pitch of the vocals to fit with the music. In retrospect, though, I am not sure if that was absolutely necessary, but I did it anyways.

So…that is it.

By Some Jerk From Boston

I make words fall from my brain into your eye holes. I also make swear words with my mouth that attack your ears. I like me. Twitter: @SomeJerkFB

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