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Statement of Full Disclosure: the PR guy who works for the self-described "ridiculous and burgeoning rock band for kids" The Jimmies emailed me a few weeks back and asked me if I would like a copy of their new DVD/CD set entitled Trying Funny Stuff for review/giveaway purposes. Yes, I replied, I would, because we do the occasional review here at DadCentric, provided that the product/site/book/film/CD/DVD to be reviewed is related to this site's purpose, which is to provide material that dads would enjoy reading. I received a copy of the new DVD/CD set Trying Funny Stuff via Federal Express. I did not pay for shipping. For the purpose of review, I placed the copy of the DVD portion of The Jimmies' Trying Funny Stuff into my Oppo DVD player, which I purchased myself, with my own money - technically, my wife's money, since I really don't make all that much, which I feel compelled to share with you, seeing as this is Full Disclosure - and placed my two children on their respective seats in front of the TV because (Full Disclosure) I'm a bad parent. (Ancillary Full Disclosure: the contents of the DVD were watched for review purposes; that said, the enthusiastic reactions of my children - especially Zoë, who twirled around in a circle, pointed at the TV, and squealed with delight - may have had an influencing effect upon this reviewer.) For the purpose of review, I along with my two children watched the contents of the DVD - which was given to me, not them - and those contents included 6 videos, a live concert, and a documentary (I didn't watch that. I will. I promise). Per FTC guidelines, I need to inform the reader that the DVD/CD set also contains, as implied, a live concert CD, which I have not listened to, but I will, because the concert film was awesome - lead singer Ashley Albert has a great voice, and the band really does rock (FTC guideline 4264.4, subsection B states that for a blogger to declare that a musician/band rocks, that musician or band must play loud, distortion-filled Angus Young-sounding power chords"); FTC guidelines compel me to inform you that they also dabble in Latin sounds ("Spanimals"), and sweet mid-tempo tunes. Finally, I must disclose that while the DVD/CD was given to me for review/giveaway purposes, it's so damn charming and infectious that I would have bought it myself. And no, you aren't getting my copy. Go buy your own. Mine! Mine!
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