2009/06/25
Mj's Dead Momma!
No Twitter account, too many words.
Maybe the great flood that Noah warned us all of was the number of MJ tributes that will come out in the coming weeks (you could say Rihanna was timely with her direct reference to Mj recently, others might say it is wholly unsurprising that poppa Joe Jackson outlived his youngest son.
It's ridiculous, buttfucking ridiculous. I would say this should not outshadow Ed Mcmahon's passing. This is way sadder than when Heath Ledger died.
NBA DRAFT, instant tributes? Finna find out.
Maybe the great flood that Noah warned us all of was the number of MJ tributes that will come out in the coming weeks (you could say Rihanna was timely with her direct reference to Mj recently, others might say it is wholly unsurprising that poppa Joe Jackson outlived his youngest son.
It's ridiculous, buttfucking ridiculous. I would say this should not outshadow Ed Mcmahon's passing. This is way sadder than when Heath Ledger died.
NBA DRAFT, instant tributes? Finna find out.
2009/06/23
PIERRE MENARD, AUTHOR OF QUIXOTE
JOOOOOOEEEEEY: BOB Dylan's Desire plays while you read this.
After three cultishly revered albums with Organized Konfusion, underground legend Pharoahe Monch cut a solo deal with Rawkus and delivered his debut, Internal Affairs, in late 1999. Both Monch and Rawkus seemed to want to push their music farther above ground, and some longtime followers were shocked to hear a harder, angrier, more profane Monch, who seemed to be courting a more thugged-out audience. But it's a reinvention that doesn't compromise his high lyrical standards, making Internal Affairs a success on its own terms. Sounding like it was sampled from a monster-movie soundtrack, the club smash "Simon Says" sets the tone for the album; Monch delivers rapid-fire, intricately rhymed lines in between shouts of "get the f*ck up!" and "girls, rub on your titties!" It proved to be the most successful crossover bid of Monch's career, and much of the rest of Internal Affairs manages to straddle the underground/mainstream divide surprisingly well. Even when he's just giving shout-outs to Queens, or enlisting guests like Canibus and M.O.P. to help pummel a track into submission, Monch lives up to his reputation as one of hip-hop's most technically skilled MCs. Nowhere is this balancing act more evident than on "Rape," a rather disquieting extended metaphor for his mastery of hip-hop (other MCs just "ain't f*ckin' it right"). A more benign theme track is "Official," whose carefully constructed barrage of sports references demonstrates the cleverness that made Monch a cult legend. Not everything sits well together — the sophomoric "The Ass" is an odd way to lead into the love song "The Light," the Organized Konfusion reunion "God Send," and the reflective "The Truth," which features guest appearances by Common and Talib Kweli. But in terms of bringing an underappreciated hip-hop great to a (somewhat) wider audience, Internal Affairs generally gets it right.
After three cultishly revered albums with Organized Konfusion, underground legend Pharoahe Monch cut a solo deal with Rawkus and delivered his debut, Internal Affairs, in late 1999. Both Monch and Rawkus seemed to want to push their music farther above ground, and some longtime followers were shocked to hear a harder, angrier, more profane Monch, who seemed to be courting a more thugged-out audience. But it's a reinvention that doesn't compromise his high lyrical standards, making Internal Affairs a success on its own terms. Sounding like it was sampled from a monster-movie soundtrack, the club smash "Simon Says" sets the tone for the album; Monch delivers rapid-fire, intricately rhymed lines in between shouts of "get the f*ck up!" and "girls, rub on your titties!" It proved to be the most successful crossover bid of Monch's career, and much of the rest of Internal Affairs manages to straddle the underground/mainstream divide surprisingly well. Even when he's just giving shout-outs to Queens, or enlisting guests like Canibus and M.O.P. to help pummel a track into submission, Monch lives up to his reputation as one of hip-hop's most technically skilled MCs. Nowhere is this balancing act more evident than on "Rape," a rather disquieting extended metaphor for his mastery of hip-hop (other MCs just "ain't f*ckin' it right"). A more benign theme track is "Official," whose carefully constructed barrage of sports references demonstrates the cleverness that made Monch a cult legend. Not everything sits well together — the sophomoric "The Ass" is an odd way to lead into the love song "The Light," the Organized Konfusion reunion "God Send," and the reflective "The Truth," which features guest appearances by Common and Talib Kweli. But in terms of bringing an underappreciated hip-hop great to a (somewhat) wider audience, Internal Affairs generally gets it right.
2009/06/22
NOTES ON A MULTICULTURALISM TALK
Arjun Appadurai, world renowned anthropologist, deals with the cultural dimensions of globalization in works such as "Modernity at Large" and "Fear of Small Numbers."
LINK TO THE KULTURHAUS in Berlin
TOO CLOSE & TOO FAR
-Yesterday's strangers are today's neighbor; the geography of daily life has changed.
We are becoming all at once too far and too close to each other in this increasingly global age;
TOO FAR
Increasing isolation (the growth of urban areas magnifies this) (NOT JUST THE INVIDIVIDUAL, GROUPS ARE ISOLATING THEMSELVES, but on the basis of what I ask)
TOO CLOSE
Today's global cultural flows have a curious inner-contradiction; the old barriers of ethnicity, nationalism, religion and other ****FUNDAMENTAL**** issues are impeding/slowing the development of common ground cultural flows (internet, art, jobs, etc.)
MULTICULTURALISM IS OUTDATED
Too 'soft' politically
Too weak intellectually
Multiculturalism has had recent value, historically; a benign (safe, soft) lens by which to discuss cross-border traffic in the neo-liberal economic framework (big market, aka western europe and THE US OF A)
MASS ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS (TERRORISM)
NATURAL DISASTERS
ECONOMIC DOWNTURN
All these things are tied in to the political, social and humanitarian issues that MULTICULTURALISM has never had a real answer for, in general offering nothing more than a shrug of the shoulders.
CONVIVIALITY
Living together in a way that is enriching in certain ways, while leaving certain key choices to the invididual. (UTOPIA?!?!) In the world we seek diversity is
encouraged,
sustained
and enhanced
DIALOGUE
Risks: No one can enter a dialogue without risk
The other party may not understand you; we try to be as inter-subjective (understand as much as possible the other side of the story) as possible, but there are always limitations and things that get lost in translation.
the other party may understand you all too well; one's ulterior motives, what your REAL preferences are (what makes you not them), prevent you from placing emphasis on the us.
A PROBLEM
Let's take a look at the series of binary oppositions (Christian and Muslim world, et. al) that rule our lives (itself in a binary opposition with death; the 1 0 boy-o! because1 + 0 = 1, this is the only math that I really fundamentally believe in):
-Religion
-Language
-Hometown
GLOBALISM FURTHER PLACES EMPHASIS ON SOCIETY's INTERNAL DIVISIONS
There are basic things that differentitate the me from you, things that are set in stone like the ten commandments; WE CAN't FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGE AS HUMAN BEINGS, we are limited, fractured creatures. SO, THEN WHAT TO DISCUSS?!?!?!
-With CONVIVIALITY as a general end-goal for which the means of DIALOGUE are employed; we go about the act of compromise for the ever greater good (Feeling good, feeling great!)
BUT!
DIALOGUE MUST OCCUR WITH BOTH THE OTHER AND THE SELF (A duality of the invidividual HIGHER ORDER THINKING [let's take drugs!])
So, there must be a constant renewal of the self
Samuel Huntington's Clash of Civilizations (ATTACHED); is a theory that the world is becoming more and more divided through a series of binary oppositions (IT WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS, but with an increasingly connected world, there become more and more areas of polarization (HATE AND LOVE, this usually leads to violence, we're violent creatures; so, how do we fight through our anger, our embarrassment, our disappointment in ourselves; I PERSONALLY think it is through something beautiful that can allow you to leave the self temporarily. I can only achieve this through playing music, maybe by writing notes, these notes are pretty fucking good, huh? Must've been a good talk; I hope you don't need a translator to read this effectively.
WHAT ARE THE INTERNAL DEBATES?
THE RISKS OF DIALOGUE REAR THEIR UGLY HEADS
Selectivity; we don't share all our humanity all of the time.
URBAN POVERTY
60% of the world will be living in cities by some date that I didn't write down (speculation, doesn't mean toooo much to this boy-o)
THIS MEANS MORE AND MORE URBAN POOR AKA SLUMDWELLERS
COSMPOLITANISM FROM BELOW
-A compulsory (involuntary [produced without being provoked by an other]) kind of cosmopolitan culture comes from these slums ( you're seeing the transmission already from AMERICA's URBAN POOR to other's music and style (AKA BASEBALL HATS in Kreuzberg)
-Multi-lingual; poor people in places like India where there is extremely high linguistic diversity are finding common ground through the market, maybe.
1/2 of the World's Ubran population will be in these kinds of slums.
THEY accomplish this new shared global cosmopolitanism through the internet, the visibility of stars in movies, sports, etc.; it is without any of the economic benefits that allow traditional cosmopolitanism to develop, aka people like me who grow up because they come in to a little bit of money.
This means local more and more becomes global; a butterfly flapping it's wings in venezuela won't cause a tornado in West Texas, but this is all conected at something deeper I tell myself...
THE URBAN POOR ARE FASCINATING!
They are performing great experiments in dialogue (demonstrating the risks!)
WRAPPING UP
CHANGING IDEAS OF CITIZENSHIP
Building our society on conviviality and dialogue rather than territoriality.
A HARD ROAD TO HOPE
IF WE ARE TWO DISTINCT 'I's
ME You
I I
The common ground is what we're standing on (It's about the environment, dude. THERE IS A NEW CRISIS LOOMING IN THE INTERNET[what if it gets overpolluted and everyday people can't even use it properly, we gotta find a way to be more efficient with our usage of space; AM I A FUCKING HYPOCRITE, or AM I JUST ON MY WAY; I have hope...)
OUTKAST GHETTO MUSIK IS THE VIDEO VERSION OF THIS NOTES IF YOU'RE BORED
I miss YOU! Time is short, but LOVE IS BIG.
LOVE,
al
LISTEN TO THE TEN YEAR's AFTER SONG "GONNA RUN" it's been a personal favorite of mine for about 4 years now.
LINK TO THE KULTURHAUS in Berlin
TOO CLOSE & TOO FAR
-Yesterday's strangers are today's neighbor; the geography of daily life has changed.
We are becoming all at once too far and too close to each other in this increasingly global age;
TOO FAR
Increasing isolation (the growth of urban areas magnifies this) (NOT JUST THE INVIDIVIDUAL, GROUPS ARE ISOLATING THEMSELVES, but on the basis of what I ask)
TOO CLOSE
Today's global cultural flows have a curious inner-contradiction; the old barriers of ethnicity, nationalism, religion and other ****FUNDAMENTAL**** issues are impeding/slowing the development of common ground cultural flows (internet, art, jobs, etc.)
MULTICULTURALISM IS OUTDATED
Too 'soft' politically
Too weak intellectually
Multiculturalism has had recent value, historically; a benign (safe, soft) lens by which to discuss cross-border traffic in the neo-liberal economic framework (big market, aka western europe and THE US OF A)
MASS ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS (TERRORISM)
NATURAL DISASTERS
ECONOMIC DOWNTURN
All these things are tied in to the political, social and humanitarian issues that MULTICULTURALISM has never had a real answer for, in general offering nothing more than a shrug of the shoulders.
CONVIVIALITY
Living together in a way that is enriching in certain ways, while leaving certain key choices to the invididual. (UTOPIA?!?!) In the world we seek diversity is
encouraged,
sustained
and enhanced
DIALOGUE
Risks: No one can enter a dialogue without risk
The other party may not understand you; we try to be as inter-subjective (understand as much as possible the other side of the story) as possible, but there are always limitations and things that get lost in translation.
the other party may understand you all too well; one's ulterior motives, what your REAL preferences are (what makes you not them), prevent you from placing emphasis on the us.
A PROBLEM
Let's take a look at the series of binary oppositions (Christian and Muslim world, et. al) that rule our lives (itself in a binary opposition with death; the 1 0 boy-o! because1 + 0 = 1, this is the only math that I really fundamentally believe in):
-Religion
-Language
-Hometown
GLOBALISM FURTHER PLACES EMPHASIS ON SOCIETY's INTERNAL DIVISIONS
There are basic things that differentitate the me from you, things that are set in stone like the ten commandments; WE CAN't FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGE AS HUMAN BEINGS, we are limited, fractured creatures. SO, THEN WHAT TO DISCUSS?!?!?!
-With CONVIVIALITY as a general end-goal for which the means of DIALOGUE are employed; we go about the act of compromise for the ever greater good (Feeling good, feeling great!)
BUT!
DIALOGUE MUST OCCUR WITH BOTH THE OTHER AND THE SELF (A duality of the invidividual HIGHER ORDER THINKING [let's take drugs!])
So, there must be a constant renewal of the self
Samuel Huntington's Clash of Civilizations (ATTACHED); is a theory that the world is becoming more and more divided through a series of binary oppositions (IT WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS, but with an increasingly connected world, there become more and more areas of polarization (HATE AND LOVE, this usually leads to violence, we're violent creatures; so, how do we fight through our anger, our embarrassment, our disappointment in ourselves; I PERSONALLY think it is through something beautiful that can allow you to leave the self temporarily. I can only achieve this through playing music, maybe by writing notes, these notes are pretty fucking good, huh? Must've been a good talk; I hope you don't need a translator to read this effectively.
WHAT ARE THE INTERNAL DEBATES?
THE RISKS OF DIALOGUE REAR THEIR UGLY HEADS
Selectivity; we don't share all our humanity all of the time.
URBAN POVERTY
60% of the world will be living in cities by some date that I didn't write down (speculation, doesn't mean toooo much to this boy-o)
THIS MEANS MORE AND MORE URBAN POOR AKA SLUMDWELLERS
COSMPOLITANISM FROM BELOW
-A compulsory (involuntary [produced without being provoked by an other]) kind of cosmopolitan culture comes from these slums ( you're seeing the transmission already from AMERICA's URBAN POOR to other's music and style (AKA BASEBALL HATS in Kreuzberg)
-Multi-lingual; poor people in places like India where there is extremely high linguistic diversity are finding common ground through the market, maybe.
1/2 of the World's Ubran population will be in these kinds of slums.
THEY accomplish this new shared global cosmopolitanism through the internet, the visibility of stars in movies, sports, etc.; it is without any of the economic benefits that allow traditional cosmopolitanism to develop, aka people like me who grow up because they come in to a little bit of money.
This means local more and more becomes global; a butterfly flapping it's wings in venezuela won't cause a tornado in West Texas, but this is all conected at something deeper I tell myself...
THE URBAN POOR ARE FASCINATING!
They are performing great experiments in dialogue (demonstrating the risks!)
WRAPPING UP
CHANGING IDEAS OF CITIZENSHIP
Building our society on conviviality and dialogue rather than territoriality.
A HARD ROAD TO HOPE
IF WE ARE TWO DISTINCT 'I's
ME You
I I
The common ground is what we're standing on (It's about the environment, dude. THERE IS A NEW CRISIS LOOMING IN THE INTERNET[what if it gets overpolluted and everyday people can't even use it properly, we gotta find a way to be more efficient with our usage of space; AM I A FUCKING HYPOCRITE, or AM I JUST ON MY WAY; I have hope...)
OUTKAST GHETTO MUSIK IS THE VIDEO VERSION OF THIS NOTES IF YOU'RE BORED
I miss YOU! Time is short, but LOVE IS BIG.
LOVE,
al
LISTEN TO THE TEN YEAR's AFTER SONG "GONNA RUN" it's been a personal favorite of mine for about 4 years now.
2009/06/21
That's RICH!
Verbosity is a target worth destroying. Frank Rich's op-ed for the nyt is a lot more convincing online, this week's edition is no exception.
I wondered if someone could construct a labrynth that one could enter without even noticing.
Music Video Examples of this tehnique in action:
Sunday is the Psychic Holiday. WHAT A DAY for a song in your heart and a beer in your gut.
I wondered if someone could construct a labrynth that one could enter without even noticing.
Music Video Examples of this tehnique in action:
Sunday is the Psychic Holiday. WHAT A DAY for a song in your heart and a beer in your gut.
2009/06/19
Mynah Birds
I'm thinking at this exact moment about Rick James and Neil Young's ill-fated vocal group the Mynah Birds. If you listen to standout classic, sampled and retopping the chart funk like "Superfreak" and "Mary Jane" you hear a guy who could play his ass off on the bass on top of having an original and impressive vocal dynamic range.
Allmusic.com's take on the lifes and times of Dave Chappelle's misfortunate victim/accomplice in modern comic times.
In the late '70s, when the fortunes of Motown Records seemed to be flagging, Rick James came along and rescued the company, providing funky hits that updated the label's style and saw it through into the mid-'80s. Actually, James had been with Motown earlier, though nothing had come of it. After growing up in Buffalo and running away to join the Naval Reserves, he ran away from the Navy to Toronto, where he was in a band with future Buffalo Springfield members Neil Young and Bruce Palmer, and with Goldy McJohn, later of Steppenwolf. As the Mynah Birds, they signed to Motown and recorded, though no record was ever released.
James had a journeyman's career playing bass in various groups before signing again to Motown as an artist, songwriter, and producer. His first single, "You and I" (May 1978), topped the R&B charts and reached the pop Top 40. "Mary Jane" (September 1978) was another hit. Both were on James' debut album, Come Get It! (June 1978), which went gold. Subsequent efforts were not as successful, though Bustin' Out of L Seven (January 1979) featured the R&B hit "Bustin' Out" (April 1979). James returned to form with the number one R&B hit "Give It to Me Baby" (March 1981), featured on the million-selling Street Songs (April 1981), which also featured the hit "Super Freak."
James turned his production attention to resuscitating the career of the Temptations, recently returned to Motown, and "Standing on the Top" (April 1982), credited to the Temptations featuring Rick James, was an R&B Top Ten. (He also produced recordings by Teena Marie and the Mary Jane Girls.) James' follow-up to Street Songs was the gold-selling Throwin' Down (May 1982), which featured the hit "Dance Wit' Me." The title song of Cold Blooded (August 1983) became James' third R&B number one, and the album also featured his hit duet with Smokey Robinson, "Ebony Eyes." James' greatest-hits album Reflections (August 1984) featured the new track "17" (June 1984), which also became a hit. Glow (April 1985) contained Top Ten R&B singles in the title track and "Can't Stop," which was featured in the summer movie blockbuster Beverly Hills Cop. The Flag (June 1986) featured the hit "Sweet and Sexy Thing" (May 1986).
James left Motown for the Reprise division of Warner Bros. Records as of the album Wonderful (July 1988), which featured his number one R&B hit "Loosey's Rap," on which he was accompanied by rapper Roxanne Shante. Nevertheless, his "punk funk" didn't seem to rest comfortably with the trend toward rap/hip-hop. In 1989, James charted briefly with a medley of the Drifters hits "This Magic Moment" and "Dance With Me." In 1990, MC Hammer scored a massive hit with "U Can't Touch This," which consisted of his rap over the instrumental track of "Super Freak." That should have made for a career rebirth, but James was plagued by drug and legal problems that found him more frequently in court and in jail rather than in the recording studio. The majority of his legal woes behind him, James returned in 1997 with Urban Rapsody, which didn't yield any hits but was well accepted by critics. Rick James died of a heart attack on August 6, 2004, at his Los Angeles home.
Allmusic.com's take on the lifes and times of Dave Chappelle's misfortunate victim/accomplice in modern comic times.
In the late '70s, when the fortunes of Motown Records seemed to be flagging, Rick James came along and rescued the company, providing funky hits that updated the label's style and saw it through into the mid-'80s. Actually, James had been with Motown earlier, though nothing had come of it. After growing up in Buffalo and running away to join the Naval Reserves, he ran away from the Navy to Toronto, where he was in a band with future Buffalo Springfield members Neil Young and Bruce Palmer, and with Goldy McJohn, later of Steppenwolf. As the Mynah Birds, they signed to Motown and recorded, though no record was ever released.
James had a journeyman's career playing bass in various groups before signing again to Motown as an artist, songwriter, and producer. His first single, "You and I" (May 1978), topped the R&B charts and reached the pop Top 40. "Mary Jane" (September 1978) was another hit. Both were on James' debut album, Come Get It! (June 1978), which went gold. Subsequent efforts were not as successful, though Bustin' Out of L Seven (January 1979) featured the R&B hit "Bustin' Out" (April 1979). James returned to form with the number one R&B hit "Give It to Me Baby" (March 1981), featured on the million-selling Street Songs (April 1981), which also featured the hit "Super Freak."
James turned his production attention to resuscitating the career of the Temptations, recently returned to Motown, and "Standing on the Top" (April 1982), credited to the Temptations featuring Rick James, was an R&B Top Ten. (He also produced recordings by Teena Marie and the Mary Jane Girls.) James' follow-up to Street Songs was the gold-selling Throwin' Down (May 1982), which featured the hit "Dance Wit' Me." The title song of Cold Blooded (August 1983) became James' third R&B number one, and the album also featured his hit duet with Smokey Robinson, "Ebony Eyes." James' greatest-hits album Reflections (August 1984) featured the new track "17" (June 1984), which also became a hit. Glow (April 1985) contained Top Ten R&B singles in the title track and "Can't Stop," which was featured in the summer movie blockbuster Beverly Hills Cop. The Flag (June 1986) featured the hit "Sweet and Sexy Thing" (May 1986).
James left Motown for the Reprise division of Warner Bros. Records as of the album Wonderful (July 1988), which featured his number one R&B hit "Loosey's Rap," on which he was accompanied by rapper Roxanne Shante. Nevertheless, his "punk funk" didn't seem to rest comfortably with the trend toward rap/hip-hop. In 1989, James charted briefly with a medley of the Drifters hits "This Magic Moment" and "Dance With Me." In 1990, MC Hammer scored a massive hit with "U Can't Touch This," which consisted of his rap over the instrumental track of "Super Freak." That should have made for a career rebirth, but James was plagued by drug and legal problems that found him more frequently in court and in jail rather than in the recording studio. The majority of his legal woes behind him, James returned in 1997 with Urban Rapsody, which didn't yield any hits but was well accepted by critics. Rick James died of a heart attack on August 6, 2004, at his Los Angeles home.
2009/06/18
MEXICO: THE NOVEL
Nixon fixed his coat, and Groening poured it down your throat, middle name game, like Rob Smigel and the ex-presidents brilliant reanimation of Checkers, the first hound of the 1970's for a little while.
BLOG AWFUL SELF PROMOTION ONE MAN BAND FANSTAND GRANDIOSE TOMFOOLERY TOM SELLECK IN A LEXUS WITH TEXAS LICENSE PLATES WITH TINY ENGRAVED QUOTES FROM Y
WIKIPEDIA WRECKING CREW
BLOG AWFUL SELF PROMOTION ONE MAN BAND FANSTAND GRANDIOSE TOMFOOLERY TOM SELLECK IN A LEXUS WITH TEXAS LICENSE PLATES WITH TINY ENGRAVED QUOTES FROM YEATS, "THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US" (He was a fascist).
BLOG AWFUL SELF PROMOTION ONE MAN BAND FANSTAND GRANDIOSE TOMFOOLERY TOM SELLECK IN A LEXUS WITH TEXAS LICENSE PLATES WITH TINY ENGRAVED QUOTES FROM YEATS, "THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US" (He was a fascist).
Oh LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA MANNY RAMIREZ STORY BEHIND THE STORY DATELINE CNN NEWSWEEK TABITHA CHRIS CONNELY PRINCETON NEW JERSEY
Well, you can read about the 'wrecking crew' that Phil Spector employed to weave the magic he left the world before finally getting locked up for being a fascist (this is the least surprising aspect of ANY successful post-war american they will tell you in some analysis at a left-wing think tank ran by mustachioed gay-rights champions), whatever you wanna call it, or you can watch this video OR READ below for the most important aspects of it that you will probably hear me screaming the next time I'm in LA on a crime spree.
Jai Alais (Highlights for fake mexicans)
YES LA, THAT WAS ME TOO! (SLUM VILL NBA REFERENCE comes shortly later)
Jai Alais (Highlights for fake mexicans)
YES LA, THAT WAS ME TOO! (SLUM VILL NBA REFERENCE comes shortly later)
2009/06/17
electric vibraphone
Hand Drums are a fun game for the mentally ill.
Hilltop field was witness to some all-timers man.
Trumpets blare fanfare means it's time.
Thyme in my parsley jar means no respect.
Damn kids
Stealing my sweet premium wine, my yuengling lager, SLICK RICK on a mos def track?!
Oh, it's just a beat from the BEAT KONDUCTA series...
Work soon, job's great. I'm always early and I don't care.
Hilltop field was witness to some all-timers man.
Trumpets blare fanfare means it's time.
Thyme in my parsley jar means no respect.
Damn kids
Stealing my sweet premium wine, my yuengling lager, SLICK RICK on a mos def track?!
Oh, it's just a beat from the BEAT KONDUCTA series...
Work soon, job's great. I'm always early and I don't care.
2009/06/16
2009/06/15
It's OVER
The Los Angeles Lakers are your 2009 NBA champions.
The Magic redeemed their 1994 squad that got swept by the dream shake and other such tools of the trade, by winning a single game.
My preseason predictions didn't tell us much of anything, other than predicting Al Harrington to the Knicks (nice) and putting Joakim Noah's somewhat suspect street cred/douchebag duality in to its proper CEntral New Jersey Prep School context.
So of course everyone shows Shaquille O'neal's twitter; this finals is somehow all about him. And the Cleveland trade talks? BOOOOOORING!!!!!
Don't let hipsters get you down guys.
The Magic redeemed their 1994 squad that got swept by the dream shake and other such tools of the trade, by winning a single game.
My preseason predictions didn't tell us much of anything, other than predicting Al Harrington to the Knicks (nice) and putting Joakim Noah's somewhat suspect street cred/douchebag duality in to its proper CEntral New Jersey Prep School context.
So of course everyone shows Shaquille O'neal's twitter; this finals is somehow all about him. And the Cleveland trade talks? BOOOOOORING!!!!!
Don't let hipsters get you down guys.
2009/06/14
Tweet Stuff
So ESPN has a big front page thing on what NBA players are tweeting; it suspiciously reminds me of what Bethlehem Shoals was doing at the baseline for some time now. When reached for comment freedarko said:
STRAIGHT FROM THE MOTHERFUCKIN' CASSETTE
So, I am trying to make the music, yes? New stuff to come soon.
Döner Kebap.
That's a tough one. Baseline wasn't the first place to spotlight player twits, but we certainly curated them harder, and with more of a distinct sensibility, than places that just looked for news-worthy stuff or JOKEZ. THis is somewhere between the two, no?
STRAIGHT FROM THE MOTHERFUCKIN' CASSETTE
So, I am trying to make the music, yes? New stuff to come soon.
Döner Kebap.
2009/06/13
evil software!
AUTO TUNE IS DEAD!!!! AUTO TUNE IS DEAD!!!! Here's the software fungus that grows along side.
fanboy's fantastic damage book report format was rejected on the basis of paragraphs prone to rambling rapid free verse in free time. No particular scheme for rhyme, with 4/4/7/4 rythmic pulsing; the 7/4 measure feeling like a musical RIVER PLAT jersey.
fanboy's fantastic damage book report format was rejected on the basis of paragraphs prone to rambling rapid free verse in free time. No particular scheme for rhyme, with 4/4/7/4 rythmic pulsing; the 7/4 measure feeling like a musical RIVER PLAT jersey.
Immanuel Kant
blogging is FASCINATING.
Someone once told me that the aformentioned Kant was a disbeliever in his maxims and imperatives late in life; calling out for dionysus and the likes, the need for travel, for experience, while your soul may live within you, it's not big deal till you can get along with other people and their various amazing lives.
The best blogs are giving it away as long as they can.
Someone once told me that the aformentioned Kant was a disbeliever in his maxims and imperatives late in life; calling out for dionysus and the likes, the need for travel, for experience, while your soul may live within you, it's not big deal till you can get along with other people and their various amazing lives.
The best blogs are giving it away as long as they can.
2009/06/12
2009/06/11
J PHOENIX
HE USES COLBERTS TACTICS IN REVERSE: HE GETS HIS OWN MUSIC PROGRAM/TALK SHOW WHENEVER HE INTERVIEWS, like J-Wex, I think.
TNT
TOrtoise are opening my eyes, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, prying those shutters
back in to two pieces
that was the piece of shit
task assigned to my brain
ZACH GALIFIANAKIS AND JOAQUIN PHOENIX ARE IN THIS TOGETHER!
ZG
Clone baritone orchestra
on loan from the man
himself, the slo-mo
mover and shaker
shimmies on down
just to let you know
he cares!
Well, prying those shutters
back in to two pieces
that was the piece of shit
task assigned to my brain
ZACH GALIFIANAKIS AND JOAQUIN PHOENIX ARE IN THIS TOGETHER!
ZG
Clone baritone orchestra
on loan from the man
himself, the slo-mo
mover and shaker
shimmies on down
just to let you know
he cares!
sometimes
music is not the best thing to go with video of James Worthy throwing down TREMENDOUS dunks
2009/06/10
Mudslide!
Yeah, Mudslide is fucking nice. I challenge anyone who claims to be telling their soul on record to deny the honesty on display, it's brave.
Dr. Dooom is, period.
Dr. Dooom is, period.
2009/06/09
2009/06/08
Free Market Irritation
Ok, I get it; there are a frightening number of analysts doing NFL related things these days; Goodel read Orwell and thought, oh the access...meanwhile, idiots like me complain of Mike Breen, Mike Tirico and cheap Mike Tyson cameos in "big-time hollywood comedies". Is the NBA even popular enough for us to need 'pay-per-pal' announcing styles.
On another front; fuck student loans.
I think that instead of paying back a clear as day fuck you with a fist kind of way company, we could just say give an equivalent sum to worthwhile organizations (new energy projects, public funding for the arts, etc.) This way all the fuck-ups can think something other than, how am I gonna scrape together the cash this month?
RECESSION SPECIAL, track of the day in the wake of the "death" of AUTOTUNE; anyway, it's fake like wrestlin.
I think I am an addict for release; tomorrow a big ol' chunk of music.
On another front; fuck student loans.
I think that instead of paying back a clear as day fuck you with a fist kind of way company, we could just say give an equivalent sum to worthwhile organizations (new energy projects, public funding for the arts, etc.) This way all the fuck-ups can think something other than, how am I gonna scrape together the cash this month?
RECESSION SPECIAL, track of the day in the wake of the "death" of AUTOTUNE; anyway, it's fake like wrestlin.
I think I am an addict for release; tomorrow a big ol' chunk of music.
2009/06/07
No False Promises
NO time for that these days.
Music is free (if you've already paid the cost to read this message here), then it's all love.
Allmusic.com isn't always the best; sometimes though they write these obituaries that just crush your heart in to little thc et. al soaked pieces.
I tried to make a remix of one of these songs once; then I thought, that's silly, I didn't know the guy or anything personally affecting in this stuff. He just bares his soul though; if this 5-percenter online reference guide reading is to be used in any way whatsoever, we've got to consult further sources.
Music is free (if you've already paid the cost to read this message here), then it's all love.
Allmusic.com isn't always the best; sometimes though they write these obituaries that just crush your heart in to little thc et. al soaked pieces.
I tried to make a remix of one of these songs once; then I thought, that's silly, I didn't know the guy or anything personally affecting in this stuff. He just bares his soul though; if this 5-percenter online reference guide reading is to be used in any way whatsoever, we've got to consult further sources.
I was standing by the window's edge...
It's a beautiful day for dusting off someone else's trash; that you paid for, because the music is all that matters, we all pay for it one way or another.
The point of money is to make things complex.
The Labyrinth, this is what haunts me and my dreams.
I used to listen to this shit in some clown ass spaceship, had to be at least a medal-winner in the strange youthful memory olympics of Summer 2009.
LOTLS
Say what you will.
Say what you will.
Gary, Indiana? No, worldwide New York fame.
The point of money is to make things complex.
The Labyrinth, this is what haunts me and my dreams.
I used to listen to this shit in some clown ass spaceship, had to be at least a medal-winner in the strange youthful memory olympics of Summer 2009.
LOTLS
Say what you will.
Say what you will.
Gary, Indiana? No, worldwide New York fame.
2009/06/05
power is growing
Great Philadelphia metropolitan area hero AJ Daulerio put an email of mine to him on deadspin, 9 months in Spain paying off for this young musician:
Somehow my babelfish skills are otherworldy and strange, nice.
Somehow my babelfish skills are otherworldy and strange, nice.
dudcast #10
It's never coming in your lifetime.
I gotta work late at night; our pet's heads are falling off!!!
I gotta work late at night; our pet's heads are falling off!!!
2009/06/03
2009/06/02
Audio Visual
Stupid Fuck
To be on tour while at home or the inverse, most at ease on the road that is something to aspire to for anyone.
Poor Comma Usage
Despite the alarming number of tools on twitter, celebrity impersonators (all of you), there must be one who uses the social network itself as a tool; part-time douchebag Bill Simmons succeeds in this endeavor by quoting himself in recent NBA articles/mailbags.
Putridity
The chemical factories’ stench had disappeared from the morning air; or should I say that my sense of smell was last used effectively in late May of the Roman Calendar year 2008? Huelva had its moments of pure, unadulterated bliss; the rolling of an ‘n’ joint; as in, I had smoked the hypothetical infinite variable of a power series of 1.
Capoing the 8th fret
Complete selfishness has resulted in little more than a life of lonely doubts; the taker finds the giver ever willing. We are the fuckers, chanted in slightly detuned unison, echoes off and passes through the paper thin walls. Just waves now, far far away from the port, of pure nothingness running through everything. This is a dream? Get me back to Fort Lauterdale related stories of German holidays.
To be on tour while at home or the inverse, most at ease on the road that is something to aspire to for anyone.
Poor Comma Usage
Despite the alarming number of tools on twitter, celebrity impersonators (all of you), there must be one who uses the social network itself as a tool; part-time douchebag Bill Simmons succeeds in this endeavor by quoting himself in recent NBA articles/mailbags.
Putridity
The chemical factories’ stench had disappeared from the morning air; or should I say that my sense of smell was last used effectively in late May of the Roman Calendar year 2008? Huelva had its moments of pure, unadulterated bliss; the rolling of an ‘n’ joint; as in, I had smoked the hypothetical infinite variable of a power series of 1.
Capoing the 8th fret
Complete selfishness has resulted in little more than a life of lonely doubts; the taker finds the giver ever willing. We are the fuckers, chanted in slightly detuned unison, echoes off and passes through the paper thin walls. Just waves now, far far away from the port, of pure nothingness running through everything. This is a dream? Get me back to Fort Lauterdale related stories of German holidays.
video game
I used to think that Guitar Hero and it's ilk were a horrifying development for anyone with pop culture nostalgia and a hit of fanboy desire lingering somewhere near the synaptic surface. Why, when one could practice playing guitar for some specific period of time (in the case of guitar hero) or hang out with your friends and play covers ("rock band") or take it to the next level and become a single band cover band (yuck, buttfucking crusty hetero hipsters...)? Now that pitchfork tells me that; 1) I'm a hypocrite for decrying hipsterdom's heinous anus expansion (POPPERS). 2) What if a shitload of people buy this stuff because it's cheaper than buying and maintaining real equipment? 3) It does pretty much all the work for you and rewards specialization/dedication. 4) It has a social element (gamers unite online and lord knows where else) 5) The Beatles got their own version, signed off by Paul Mccartney, Ringo Starr, Yoko (Plastic) Ono Lennon and Olivia Newton-John, I mean, Harrison.
Berlin offers a kind of cultural nourishment that my aching bones have been desiring since I set foot in Southern Spain's Southwestern nook that tourists the world over call "Andalucía" (often with the accent falling on the 'u' (Pixies Debaser) I found the DDR museum last night at 3:30 am strolling around unable to locate the proper way to arrive back home; no keys, no cash, just a strange bus ticket that somehow is acceptable to the driver no matter what. Sometimes the locals themselves omit the 'cía' and th-ay, "Omo Andalú!" (Somos Andaluz) (We are andalusian.) Speaking of bones, the milk in Spain tasted a little funny; it actually freaked me out. Then one day fresh milk randomly appeared in a bourgeois illusion fancy market; except they wilfully left out 'free' sample containers in a non-refrigerated area. German milk is delicious; I didn't know they had an A&P here too. So, maybe you think I'm talking about supermarkets too much, so then how can I really be absorbing culture? Well, I really just got here, and am experiencing a serious cerebral shock from all the various stimuli; people don't stare at me now on the street as if I am in the wrong place. "ESO QUÉ ES?"; with a slight crescendoing inflection on the final syllable.
Meal Time.
Berlin offers a kind of cultural nourishment that my aching bones have been desiring since I set foot in Southern Spain's Southwestern nook that tourists the world over call "Andalucía" (often with the accent falling on the 'u' (Pixies Debaser) I found the DDR museum last night at 3:30 am strolling around unable to locate the proper way to arrive back home; no keys, no cash, just a strange bus ticket that somehow is acceptable to the driver no matter what. Sometimes the locals themselves omit the 'cía' and th-ay, "Omo Andalú!" (Somos Andaluz) (We are andalusian.) Speaking of bones, the milk in Spain tasted a little funny; it actually freaked me out. Then one day fresh milk randomly appeared in a bourgeois illusion fancy market; except they wilfully left out 'free' sample containers in a non-refrigerated area. German milk is delicious; I didn't know they had an A&P here too. So, maybe you think I'm talking about supermarkets too much, so then how can I really be absorbing culture? Well, I really just got here, and am experiencing a serious cerebral shock from all the various stimuli; people don't stare at me now on the street as if I am in the wrong place. "ESO QUÉ ES?"; with a slight crescendoing inflection on the final syllable.
Meal Time.
2009/05/29
Gargling Salt Water
Ducasting #9 of 10: Grand Finale Pt. II (Sorry, no stream this time)
Musical Chronology:
Algo, Beat-O and Alex Sugiura have forged a creative partnership known as the Monday Night Band. They will be performing at STudio 54 in Berlin, Germany every Monday until midway through July. Here is the preliminary EP, entitled Table for 1.
Musical Chronology:
Algo, Beat-O and Alex Sugiura have forged a creative partnership known as the Monday Night Band. They will be performing at STudio 54 in Berlin, Germany every Monday until midway through July. Here is the preliminary EP, entitled Table for 1.
2009/05/25
Home Stretch
Dudcasting #8 of 10: Grand Finale pt. 1 of 3
The Lemonheads ask for so precious little.
Algo/Beat-O proceed to give you a sampler of the last calendar year's variety in sound;
Variation on a theme #1: Jack Ramsay's Sport Coat
Unemployable?
Now!
Tempting Klepto Klepel
High (ly Illegal)
Light Heart
Y, Dijo Miguel feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/vocals
Oh, you know (in space)
Finally Unknown feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/electric bass
Take Care of Business Yowza (Not Yogurt)
Roll Your Joint-Saving Grace feat. Danny Diction.
The Lemonheads ask for so precious little.
Algo/Beat-O proceed to give you a sampler of the last calendar year's variety in sound;
Variation on a theme #1: Jack Ramsay's Sport Coat
Unemployable?
Now!
Tempting Klepto Klepel
High (ly Illegal)
Light Heart
Y, Dijo Miguel feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/vocals
Oh, you know (in space)
Finally Unknown feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/electric bass
Take Care of Business Yowza (Not Yogurt)
Roll Your Joint-Saving Grace feat. Danny Diction.
2009/05/23
2009/05/22
MoonChild!
Dudcasting #7 of 10: I Can't Wait
Musical Cronology:
Algo/Beat-O hologram, Alex Sugiura on lead guitar.
Gladys Knight and the Pips get all cinematic.
Big Star get all holier than thou.
Teenage Fanclub say it loud and clear.
KMD blows it in your face.
Gram Parsons and the International Submarine Band country fry it.
Buddy Rich and his Big Band refer back to earlier posts.
Musical Cronology:
Algo/Beat-O hologram, Alex Sugiura on lead guitar.
Gladys Knight and the Pips get all cinematic.
Big Star get all holier than thou.
Teenage Fanclub say it loud and clear.
KMD blows it in your face.
Gram Parsons and the International Submarine Band country fry it.
Buddy Rich and his Big Band refer back to earlier posts.
What it is!
Dudcasting #6 of 10: TO THE MOON!
Musical Chronology:
Algo/Beat-O go for a ride.
Built To Spill remind certain suburban female 20 somethings of their bedroom when they were fifteen, also known as me and Domenico in 2009.
Donny Hathaway being real.
MFSB say SAMPLE THIS.
Michel Polnareff never ceases to amaze me.
Musical Chronology:
Algo/Beat-O go for a ride.
Built To Spill remind certain suburban female 20 somethings of their bedroom when they were fifteen, also known as me and Domenico in 2009.
Donny Hathaway being real.
MFSB say SAMPLE THIS.
Michel Polnareff never ceases to amaze me.
2009/05/21
V.
Dudcasting #5 of 10; rococo riposte.
All told, the foundation, established in 1939 by New York Jews who wanted to foster culture in the land that would become the state of Israel, used to give out about $2 million a year. The scholarship program is unabashedly aimed at casting Israel in a positive light. “A.I.C.F. works to create a broader understanding of Israel by facilitating opportunities to directly experience Israel’s culture,” its newsletter reads.
Musical Chronology:
SMOOTH ISRAEL PALESTINE CONFLICT; algo/beat-o
The porro says, anything to stop the pain.
Bill Cosby and a certain funeral/marching band play one for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Blackout 2!
All told, the foundation, established in 1939 by New York Jews who wanted to foster culture in the land that would become the state of Israel, used to give out about $2 million a year. The scholarship program is unabashedly aimed at casting Israel in a positive light. “A.I.C.F. works to create a broader understanding of Israel by facilitating opportunities to directly experience Israel’s culture,” its newsletter reads.
Musical Chronology:
SMOOTH ISRAEL PALESTINE CONFLICT; algo/beat-o
The porro says, anything to stop the pain.
Bill Cosby and a certain funeral/marching band play one for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Blackout 2!
Par Four Course
Duncecasting #4 of 10: Reflections
Musical Chronology:
Algo throws back to the summer child haze.
Wolf Parade play in 3, I think.
I flange for days.
Mike Watt's Tensile funk stink.
Elliott Smith and Co. circa '94.
(Brief auto-referential intramural basketball team name)
Terry Jacks gets ripped by Beat-O.
Musical Chronology:
Algo throws back to the summer child haze.
Wolf Parade play in 3, I think.
I flange for days.
Mike Watt's Tensile funk stink.
Elliott Smith and Co. circa '94.
(Brief auto-referential intramural basketball team name)
Terry Jacks gets ripped by Beat-O.
Big in Japan!
Front Page on the NYT Website
My Dad met Bobby Valentine at the U.S. Open (Flushing Meadows, Queens) in a booth with rich, white people and later told me that the master of disguises himself spoke a convincing "gaijin" japanese.
My Dad met Bobby Valentine at the U.S. Open (Flushing Meadows, Queens) in a booth with rich, white people and later told me that the master of disguises himself spoke a convincing "gaijin" japanese.
2009/05/20
Building Cresecendoes
Duncecasting #3 of 10: Learning to Count to Three in French w/ a Native Speaker
Musical Chronology:
An Ode to left-handed Curtis; Algo on the boards, Alex Sugiura on Guitar and Beat-O on the ritmo kit.
Milano Calibro 9, anybody got a copy of that movie? Osanna with the preludio (theme).
Non-Phixion flips it.
Gram Parsons writes a period piece.
Outkast crumbles ‘erb.
The Million Dollar Quartet takes you out on a walk with Jesus.
Musical Chronology:
An Ode to left-handed Curtis; Algo on the boards, Alex Sugiura on Guitar and Beat-O on the ritmo kit.
Milano Calibro 9, anybody got a copy of that movie? Osanna with the preludio (theme).
Non-Phixion flips it.
Gram Parsons writes a period piece.
Outkast crumbles ‘erb.
The Million Dollar Quartet takes you out on a walk with Jesus.
2009/05/19
Esto, QUÉ ES!?!?!?
DUNCECASTING #2 of 10: A continuación
The Briques, Dun Dudnick happy to be here.
Musical Chronology:
Return of the ‘G’, G for Giorgio Moroder? More Giorgio in hip-hop to come.
Gazzilionear, DOOM, all big letters but it ain’t no acronym.
Belle and Sebastian’s Dirty Dream #2, thanks Shayne.
Hey Pup.
We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful; check out Taka’s blog.
Trail of Tears leads to
Lee Hazlewood, okay till next time.
The Briques, Dun Dudnick happy to be here.
Musical Chronology:
Return of the ‘G’, G for Giorgio Moroder? More Giorgio in hip-hop to come.
Gazzilionear, DOOM, all big letters but it ain’t no acronym.
Belle and Sebastian’s Dirty Dream #2, thanks Shayne.
Hey Pup.
We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful; check out Taka’s blog.
Trail of Tears leads to
Lee Hazlewood, okay till next time.
2009/05/18
Reconstructing Ralston
Oh well, I kept drafting the same sad story that had you and me meeting at a birthday party for Michael Blue. He was wasted, he was falling down stairs, I was confused, John got asked if he was sporting “emo hair” it was a jarring experience for the both of us. Dude was like non of the others that I had encountered; he seemed real, wound up, in terms of projecting, touching and feeling. I got offered a night in a sorority and I turned it down, a girl from Shaker Heights, Ohio no surprise. I made a stop off near the Davis Street ‘El’, above the Fish Market, inside a courtyard iced over in the paltry winter. Apartment 2B; ‘B’ for Bennum, as I channeled my inner Agatha Christie. So what did I spy inside this Studio: The same YAMAHA keyboard owned by Matteo (that came later), and Epiphone Songbird®, a Heritage Casino-Style electric, no bass (oh, really?), a closet of shirts and pant so organized that I actually stopped and thought that I was the most cluttered piece of shit that ever had the misery of seeing the light of day. A Chuck Klosterman suggestion sheet on how to talk manly; Rodney Rogers may god bless, that was an example of the power of rhetoric. He said make a data disc if you wish, I said that’s benificient. Then he let me choose ooooooh, there was finally choice in the matter of man. It was all that mattered, the strangeness of it all, man he was the man it was ridiculous, well he was a hero and I was some charlatan who could help chart his thoughts; I gave him on bridge on a track where we went G-Bm7-Bb-C; like this. So I was thinking, yeah I TOO find Ben Kweller’s brand of power pop to be particularly spellbinding. He makes suggestions, he too has been an 8-year plus reader of the All Music Guide,m REDEMPTION. In the land of the swampy armpits of the late, great Capone, I found someone who would do commercials. HE had band posters; I would later get annoyed at the poor grammatical skills of Grandpa’s “La noche es oscura pero tu es beautiful.” I am high. Oh, ok. Push-Pull, reactions happening all over my mind. He has a record player, and a stack of Beatles LP’s, as well as
2000 by the French Kicks, with some poster. Oh, yeah he seemed to be the coolest person who had ever made human contact with me. He suggested we share the space, that was eternally kind. He didn’t ask for anything, he just kept it going, I too was going insane; we kept each other happy, somehow I was always happy, sometimes sad, but that’s what happens when you feel like the walking dead, wandering of the mind, it’s a beautiful beast. Joel, he was a mutual acquaintance. I clicked on “One Chord To Another” and there was something magical happening, yeah man, yeah, that was a fucking great album, I had only heard one track from Shayne Weinstein’s lovely library of music, “Everything You’ve Done Wrong” a blast of horns and an ole-time feel progression that was changing my mind about what individuals were capable of in a group setting. So I sought to seek out the idea, 4 one man bands. Spinning like turntables with computers inside; not regurgitating, but leaving things to chance through the simplicity of the framework; 12 notes, chords, scales, that’s that. Also, I’d been reading Thoms Pynchon’s V. recently, that summer it was that theory book, the Vonnegut, the Greenwood Tragedy (the bloodiest race riot in the history of America in Tulsa, Oklahoma), Tom Robbins and Foppish Dandy Chuck Klosterman. Also, other random shit, books on the Beatles and related arts. He had two Powerbooks, an 8 track digital m-box type, but higher-def and, like some kind of modern snakecharmer, neatly organized cables of all types necessary in performing and recording; 1/4-1/4, XLR-1/4, XLRmale-XLRfemale, of varying lengths and color schemes. Joel had a PA, Mike had a kit, I had the bass, John had EVERYTHING else, it seemed like things were weighted a little funny; oh, they were. He had a close-knit musical belief structure to Nat, who may or may not be training to be a luthier as we speak; a profession I hope to follow one day. Graham Parsons, lead in “Sweetheart of the Rodeo” by the Byrds, The Flying Burrito Brothers and solo-work with Emmy Lou-Harris singing harmonies, that guy was on to something, before he got derailed by a crippling drug addiction. So, what did he see before he found the abyss, wandereres wanted to know. We watched an informing documentary, his pops was a mover and a shaker amongst corporate/Washington (It was the post-war era, industry and government were like birds of a feather) and so he led a privileged life leading to his acceptance at Harvard, he wouldn’t last a year. He befriended Keith Richards, in a deep way, and like so many others couldn’t keep up with skeletor’s threshold for pain. So, he burned out eventually, in pretty sad fashion, getting in a bad way with heroin. He probably envisioned himself having more significance when he was dead than when he was alive; poor sap.
2000 by the French Kicks, with some poster. Oh, yeah he seemed to be the coolest person who had ever made human contact with me. He suggested we share the space, that was eternally kind. He didn’t ask for anything, he just kept it going, I too was going insane; we kept each other happy, somehow I was always happy, sometimes sad, but that’s what happens when you feel like the walking dead, wandering of the mind, it’s a beautiful beast. Joel, he was a mutual acquaintance. I clicked on “One Chord To Another” and there was something magical happening, yeah man, yeah, that was a fucking great album, I had only heard one track from Shayne Weinstein’s lovely library of music, “Everything You’ve Done Wrong” a blast of horns and an ole-time feel progression that was changing my mind about what individuals were capable of in a group setting. So I sought to seek out the idea, 4 one man bands. Spinning like turntables with computers inside; not regurgitating, but leaving things to chance through the simplicity of the framework; 12 notes, chords, scales, that’s that. Also, I’d been reading Thoms Pynchon’s V. recently, that summer it was that theory book, the Vonnegut, the Greenwood Tragedy (the bloodiest race riot in the history of America in Tulsa, Oklahoma), Tom Robbins and Foppish Dandy Chuck Klosterman. Also, other random shit, books on the Beatles and related arts. He had two Powerbooks, an 8 track digital m-box type, but higher-def and, like some kind of modern snakecharmer, neatly organized cables of all types necessary in performing and recording; 1/4-1/4, XLR-1/4, XLRmale-XLRfemale, of varying lengths and color schemes. Joel had a PA, Mike had a kit, I had the bass, John had EVERYTHING else, it seemed like things were weighted a little funny; oh, they were. He had a close-knit musical belief structure to Nat, who may or may not be training to be a luthier as we speak; a profession I hope to follow one day. Graham Parsons, lead in “Sweetheart of the Rodeo” by the Byrds, The Flying Burrito Brothers and solo-work with Emmy Lou-Harris singing harmonies, that guy was on to something, before he got derailed by a crippling drug addiction. So, what did he see before he found the abyss, wandereres wanted to know. We watched an informing documentary, his pops was a mover and a shaker amongst corporate/Washington (It was the post-war era, industry and government were like birds of a feather) and so he led a privileged life leading to his acceptance at Harvard, he wouldn’t last a year. He befriended Keith Richards, in a deep way, and like so many others couldn’t keep up with skeletor’s threshold for pain. So, he burned out eventually, in pretty sad fashion, getting in a bad way with heroin. He probably envisioned himself having more significance when he was dead than when he was alive; poor sap.
2009/05/17
FOPPISH DANDY
DUNCECASTING #1 of 10: Too Long To Twitter, Too Short to Die
I’m your host, Dun Dudnick, here with me on the boards is Algo and Beat-O on the ritmo kit/celery sticks. Let’s hope I don’t get too excited and jump in to a door frame.
Audio Chronology:
Funkenstein; the first trans-atlantic Bird of a Feather co-production by Carsten and Beat-O et. al.
Rivers Cuomo made an ‘a capella’, and the logic came to give it the typical slacker treatment.
Albert King & SRV talking about what it’s all about for the worker bee.
Hot Sugar refixes another anthem of our youth, like only he can.
10CC off the album Sheet Music, “Wild Old Men”; Ratatat sampled that guitar solo, no?
Abbreviated TRANS, for my sake and everyone else’s. Neil Young (!) in Berlin (!) in June!
Nico’s “Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams”, a lushly orchestrated piece that Danger Doom sampled on ‘Korn Dogs’ a track that I used to listen to a fair amount in my time as a summer child.
De La Soul is Dead! De La Soul is Dead man! I don’t want to deconstruct Born Like This, I want to praise it for clueing me in to the importance of Prince Paul in making real music again.
Studio 54 in Berlin, June 29th, why not?
I’m your host, Dun Dudnick, here with me on the boards is Algo and Beat-O on the ritmo kit/celery sticks. Let’s hope I don’t get too excited and jump in to a door frame.
Audio Chronology:
Funkenstein; the first trans-atlantic Bird of a Feather co-production by Carsten and Beat-O et. al.
Rivers Cuomo made an ‘a capella’, and the logic came to give it the typical slacker treatment.
Albert King & SRV talking about what it’s all about for the worker bee.
Hot Sugar refixes another anthem of our youth, like only he can.
10CC off the album Sheet Music, “Wild Old Men”; Ratatat sampled that guitar solo, no?
Abbreviated TRANS, for my sake and everyone else’s. Neil Young (!) in Berlin (!) in June!
Nico’s “Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams”, a lushly orchestrated piece that Danger Doom sampled on ‘Korn Dogs’ a track that I used to listen to a fair amount in my time as a summer child.
De La Soul is Dead! De La Soul is Dead man! I don’t want to deconstruct Born Like This, I want to praise it for clueing me in to the importance of Prince Paul in making real music again.
Studio 54 in Berlin, June 29th, why not?
2009/05/16
Keep On
Things always take a turn for the worst, before they ever seem like they can even get better.
The waterfall has gracefully returned to my life in a way that leads me to believe in the power of inanimate objects; not outright materialism, but I also think that Thomas Pynchon's 'V' is excellent, so far.
People are calling me out for making mistakes on message boards, they are right.
So, I'm reinventing this blog from now on; 3 audiovisual posts and 1 essay every week. Music will continue to find its way on through, and maybe there will be posts by Newhouse.
The waterfall has gracefully returned to my life in a way that leads me to believe in the power of inanimate objects; not outright materialism, but I also think that Thomas Pynchon's 'V' is excellent, so far.
People are calling me out for making mistakes on message boards, they are right.
So, I'm reinventing this blog from now on; 3 audiovisual posts and 1 essay every week. Music will continue to find its way on through, and maybe there will be posts by Newhouse.
2009/05/15
2009/05/14
Cackling Hens!
So, there's more basketball blogs to read these days than ever; TRUEHOOP is still the truth, but I'll be damned if I haven't completely fallen for Bethlehem Shoals style of writing; it seems that every sportswriter finds his/her own way to incorporate popular culture/obscure culture in a way that some part of the population will enjoy, and I think I've found my kind of basketball writer.
If my girlfriend doesn't visit I'm gonna start compulsively masturbating in public, since I work with kids this might get dicey. LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!
I cannot fucking wait to play the Sheraton II again, it's been so long! The JP-90 is also going to be a treat, for those who don't know, that might be the greatest bass Fender ever made in 1990; the poplar body weighs less than 6 lbs., throw on an aftermarket bridge (I put on a badass II, thanks to some weird, but kind metal dude at a Sam Ash in Pennsylvania)
Just what are chicharrones? How about churros? Cheerios? Beer and go? Fear and loathe your way to the top with this lovely Bay-Area banger.
2009/05/12
why god, why?
Life is not fair
Herbert wins the Alex Sugiura award for best op-ed columns by a man over the age of 40. Sorry William Kristol was not eligible for this award this year; the ancient formula prohibits the inclusion of right-wing hebrews out of dissapointment.
There are spanish titties flapping around like crazy on the tv. It's kind of silly.
Herbert wins the Alex Sugiura award for best op-ed columns by a man over the age of 40. Sorry William Kristol was not eligible for this award this year; the ancient formula prohibits the inclusion of right-wing hebrews out of dissapointment.
There are spanish titties flapping around like crazy on the tv. It's kind of silly.
2009/05/11
Al Sugiero's 2nd to last daydream
Stop Trying to Set The Scene!
Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil met high-pH water in to off white harmony. The supposed son of Galt MacDermot® was trying to look more like an extra in a “Soul Glo®” commercial than his DNA deemed necessary, or, it could be said, within reason. The gleaning off his pharmacy-last minute purchased aviator lenswear, showed the reflection of a pool perfectly mirroring the skyline and up in to the ghastly moon in the daytime. I was wandering by, the recent recipient of vending machine money from a 2nd-cousin’s ginger-besepectacled high-times reading friend, when I noticed the bottle of tanning oil falling in to the pool, it’s cap removed long before the oil and water made their ‘salsa picante’ in the side that read “No DIVING!” So what the hell was I gonna get at this third-world COCA-COLA® vending station with several sandy pieces of mother of pearl that I assured were a type of New-World Wampum that could be exchanged for any number of beverages from a particular brand-name dispenser that was savagely displayed all over their shell’s duller side. I made my graceful way up to the machine, diddled over the dials, with names that read like they were plucked from Denis Diderot’s encyclopedian armpit: SPRITE®, FANTA®, MR. PIB®, SQUIRT® and DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO® RED SODA WATER. There was a slot for the shell; two of them got me one 20. Oz bottle of my choosing; I hit “C4”, think of Chris Bosh, Chris Rock and taking off my flip-flops in the shade long enough to have the clunk of my drink down near my ankles awaken me. The red-sunglasses man is happy that I got him a Mr. Pib after having suggested I “surprise” him with my choice; this is getting gay. My 2nd-Cousin holds out an expecting hand, I push her out of the way as the steamroller comes crashing in to the north wall of the mini-compound/time-share luxury suites/micro-lending for local vendors in beautiful parts of Central Africa. Before I could get a word out, there were at my throat, smoke was pouring in like an exhaust pipe and I awoke coughing my head off.
COMPUTER ASSISTED LANGUAGE LEARNING IS THE FUTURE
Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil met high-pH water in to off white harmony. The supposed son of Galt MacDermot® was trying to look more like an extra in a “Soul Glo®” commercial than his DNA deemed necessary, or, it could be said, within reason. The gleaning off his pharmacy-last minute purchased aviator lenswear, showed the reflection of a pool perfectly mirroring the skyline and up in to the ghastly moon in the daytime. I was wandering by, the recent recipient of vending machine money from a 2nd-cousin’s ginger-besepectacled high-times reading friend, when I noticed the bottle of tanning oil falling in to the pool, it’s cap removed long before the oil and water made their ‘salsa picante’ in the side that read “No DIVING!” So what the hell was I gonna get at this third-world COCA-COLA® vending station with several sandy pieces of mother of pearl that I assured were a type of New-World Wampum that could be exchanged for any number of beverages from a particular brand-name dispenser that was savagely displayed all over their shell’s duller side. I made my graceful way up to the machine, diddled over the dials, with names that read like they were plucked from Denis Diderot’s encyclopedian armpit: SPRITE®, FANTA®, MR. PIB®, SQUIRT® and DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO® RED SODA WATER. There was a slot for the shell; two of them got me one 20. Oz bottle of my choosing; I hit “C4”, think of Chris Bosh, Chris Rock and taking off my flip-flops in the shade long enough to have the clunk of my drink down near my ankles awaken me. The red-sunglasses man is happy that I got him a Mr. Pib after having suggested I “surprise” him with my choice; this is getting gay. My 2nd-Cousin holds out an expecting hand, I push her out of the way as the steamroller comes crashing in to the north wall of the mini-compound/time-share luxury suites/micro-lending for local vendors in beautiful parts of Central Africa. Before I could get a word out, there were at my throat, smoke was pouring in like an exhaust pipe and I awoke coughing my head off.
COMPUTER ASSISTED LANGUAGE LEARNING IS THE FUTURE
Unoriginal Lameness
I woke up at 5 in the morning on Sunday and made a series of fake Radio Broadcasts.
Here's the first one: Dudcast
Here's the first one: Dudcast
International Feel
Excuse me while I continue malingering, but I am sad to leave Huelva and am enjoying my slow breakfasts where internet is abundant.
Tom Robbins and Tom Waits co-wrote a novel in my dreams last night called; Deborah's Mayonnaise Prom Dress.
I'm having trouble breathing properly, again.
She's fucking great, huh?
Tom Robbins and Tom Waits co-wrote a novel in my dreams last night called; Deborah's Mayonnaise Prom Dress.
I'm having trouble breathing properly, again.
She's fucking great, huh?
2009/05/09
Ralston Buffalo!
John Bennum, where the fuck have you gone? I can't keep doing this internet thing all alone...if personal e-mails won't get through to you, then I must resort to this last ditch attempt at getting a rise.
ball tongue
It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll.
It's a hard cock on the block if you got a vice like hold.
I went searching for my soul, listening to hole, and Melissa Auf Der Maur she can get it.
WE gonna get cancelled for sure.
It's a hard cock on the block if you got a vice like hold.
I went searching for my soul, listening to hole, and Melissa Auf Der Maur she can get it.
WE gonna get cancelled for sure.
2009/05/08
Thrift Shopping
Happy Friday.
No day can be complete without youtube clips interspersed between snippets of real spanish dialogue that I'm hearing as I post!
"Sí, Sí, Sí" (Soundchecking on the stage next to the bar for the outdoor spring festival)
"Qué te pongo?" (How do you take your coffee?)
"Fuck Sam Coggeshal, that guys a fucking pretentious asshole." (Milk Based Drama)
Blue Sky microwave Adrian Dantley dance of the dead; I went bobbing for apples, and got this lousy t-shirt instead.
No day can be complete without youtube clips interspersed between snippets of real spanish dialogue that I'm hearing as I post!
"Sí, Sí, Sí" (Soundchecking on the stage next to the bar for the outdoor spring festival)
"Qué te pongo?" (How do you take your coffee?)
"Fuck Sam Coggeshal, that guys a fucking pretentious asshole." (Milk Based Drama)
Blue Sky microwave Adrian Dantley dance of the dead; I went bobbing for apples, and got this lousy t-shirt instead.
2009/05/07
well well well
DAvid George, son of Robert P. George, something like that, sends notice of this clip:
Elvis Presley covering 3 dog night?
Bo Shanks.
Elvis Presley covering 3 dog night?
Bo Shanks.
turn back the clock!
Yowza, Bristol Palin says, "abstain from sex, and buy tacky platform shoes!" Where is Jenny Mccarthy when I need her most?
bug tits
This post is dedicated to those who made the transition from high-level performance in a particular sport at college, but made a change for their professional careers.
Example one, Carolina Panther (for now)/UNC Power Forward Julius Peppers, who had the grand misfortune of playing during the Kris Lang era.
Antonio Gates is considered by many to be the premier tight end, when healthy, in the NFL today. I was always an Alge Crumpler guy, but oh well.
No clip of him playing ball found, sadly.
What about this guy? That's right former Detroit Piston 12th man Darvin Ham; he went to the Hun School!
Ok this post fell apart fast, but it's fun to dig for crossover appeal.
Example one, Carolina Panther (for now)/UNC Power Forward Julius Peppers, who had the grand misfortune of playing during the Kris Lang era.
Antonio Gates is considered by many to be the premier tight end, when healthy, in the NFL today. I was always an Alge Crumpler guy, but oh well.
No clip of him playing ball found, sadly.
What about this guy? That's right former Detroit Piston 12th man Darvin Ham; he went to the Hun School!
Ok this post fell apart fast, but it's fun to dig for crossover appeal.
2009/05/05
Long Foam
Today's long foam ramble is brought to you by: Cheese Fries
Writing is fighting for your life, that’s what David Foster Wallace told me, and that, is some shit; this is one of the possible ideas that developed after recently speed-reading Infinite Jest, a technique I learned at Oberlin that didn’t help me with the classes, but did help me read for pleasure with superior speed, he was grappling with depression, he was using tennis as a mirror shining on your self-perceptions and how you believe you are being seen by those who see you, like Tom Robbins, Alistair Crowley and Ornette Coleman used the mirror that we call the moon to make magic. Otherwise, you are probably wasting your time, or maybe there is a greater process to it I should re-read it, it’s only the first read, or is it a labyrinth?
These things are the paradoxes that will continue as long as the paradoxical existence of my own does: RE-Phrase, why do I exist? There are initial questions that make everything under the sun fair game; in the end, what you understand is that a routine is the only way to accomplish something over a long period of time; many people find this through all kinds of channels, mine seem to be so very varied, but it’s not quite like that, I don’t think. Stanley Fish was writing about his on his NYT blog recently.
I just need space, and I realize that I’ve met people who make me feel like living, which means I’ve met the right people to die by, take the bullet, kick down the nightclub paparazzi like Kevin Costner did for Whitney.
Bobby Crosby probably listens to Pet Sounds; with a name and game like that he just
wasn’t born for these times.
Kevin Youkilis is reminding me of Matt Geiger in a big way.
Chris Andersen is a monster on the boards. I wonder if David Stern is scared of Crystal Meth, compared to traditional perfomance-enhancing drugs for professionals.
Kenyon Martin is Wario; Darius Miles is Waluigi.
I shudder to think of extending this in to dinosaur territory; Antoine Walker getting held up at gun point isn’t funny.
College was a playful tragicomedy, I suppose; kind of like that Unicorn’s album, “Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Dead?” They figured out a way to ask a question and get people bothered in a way that maybe led to some level of satisfaction, kind of like sex, yes it could be said that if you’re all alone and you’d rather not knock one out on your own, aka home run derby simulator, aka bowling, aka drinking, alias Bo Shanks, the good stuff.
I live in the middle of nowhere, that’s what I think, because the people are getting together over crazy false idols’ screaming prophets; these days, they’re just trying to rehash some computer age falsetto, it’s less impressive now than it would have been without all the digital advances,
you can’t fool all the people all the time, but maybe it’s nice to fool yourself sometimes with some friends. So the first album gets dropped one way or the other, the memories get put in to place for something, how you go about responding to your synaptic fibers dictates how you’ll strum it,
How come people are so quick to love Dilla's Gazillionear beat when Return of The Gangster had essentially the same loop almost 10 years ago. It all somehow relates, in my head, to a FREE DARKO POST.
also who you choose to surround yourself with in your new post-apocalyptic world; shit is starting to move so fast, you gotta stay focused on something or you’re gonna get the spinsies and pass out, this is why old people/a youthful John Lennon could be seen as sleeping a lot,
this also relates to what you do to make you tired, some construe this as work, others as self-destruction, others as an opportunity to get known.
Noise, Noise, Noise! The slow, broken march to one’s inevtiable end; that’s what Leonard Cohen said, others followed suit, in slightly more dramatic fashion.
Writing is fighting for your life, that’s what David Foster Wallace told me, and that, is some shit; this is one of the possible ideas that developed after recently speed-reading Infinite Jest, a technique I learned at Oberlin that didn’t help me with the classes, but did help me read for pleasure with superior speed, he was grappling with depression, he was using tennis as a mirror shining on your self-perceptions and how you believe you are being seen by those who see you, like Tom Robbins, Alistair Crowley and Ornette Coleman used the mirror that we call the moon to make magic. Otherwise, you are probably wasting your time, or maybe there is a greater process to it I should re-read it, it’s only the first read, or is it a labyrinth?
These things are the paradoxes that will continue as long as the paradoxical existence of my own does: RE-Phrase, why do I exist? There are initial questions that make everything under the sun fair game; in the end, what you understand is that a routine is the only way to accomplish something over a long period of time; many people find this through all kinds of channels, mine seem to be so very varied, but it’s not quite like that, I don’t think. Stanley Fish was writing about his on his NYT blog recently.
I just need space, and I realize that I’ve met people who make me feel like living, which means I’ve met the right people to die by, take the bullet, kick down the nightclub paparazzi like Kevin Costner did for Whitney.
Bobby Crosby probably listens to Pet Sounds; with a name and game like that he just
wasn’t born for these times.
Kevin Youkilis is reminding me of Matt Geiger in a big way.
Chris Andersen is a monster on the boards. I wonder if David Stern is scared of Crystal Meth, compared to traditional perfomance-enhancing drugs for professionals.
Kenyon Martin is Wario; Darius Miles is Waluigi.
I shudder to think of extending this in to dinosaur territory; Antoine Walker getting held up at gun point isn’t funny.
College was a playful tragicomedy, I suppose; kind of like that Unicorn’s album, “Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Dead?” They figured out a way to ask a question and get people bothered in a way that maybe led to some level of satisfaction, kind of like sex, yes it could be said that if you’re all alone and you’d rather not knock one out on your own, aka home run derby simulator, aka bowling, aka drinking, alias Bo Shanks, the good stuff.
I live in the middle of nowhere, that’s what I think, because the people are getting together over crazy false idols’ screaming prophets; these days, they’re just trying to rehash some computer age falsetto, it’s less impressive now than it would have been without all the digital advances,
you can’t fool all the people all the time, but maybe it’s nice to fool yourself sometimes with some friends. So the first album gets dropped one way or the other, the memories get put in to place for something, how you go about responding to your synaptic fibers dictates how you’ll strum it,
How come people are so quick to love Dilla's Gazillionear beat when Return of The Gangster had essentially the same loop almost 10 years ago. It all somehow relates, in my head, to a FREE DARKO POST.
also who you choose to surround yourself with in your new post-apocalyptic world; shit is starting to move so fast, you gotta stay focused on something or you’re gonna get the spinsies and pass out, this is why old people/a youthful John Lennon could be seen as sleeping a lot,
this also relates to what you do to make you tired, some construe this as work, others as self-destruction, others as an opportunity to get known.
Noise, Noise, Noise! The slow, broken march to one’s inevtiable end; that’s what Leonard Cohen said, others followed suit, in slightly more dramatic fashion.
2009/05/04
Nah man that animal is furry as hell.
I don't want that fucking pirated DVD you're trying to sell to me while I drink my coffee/use the wireless in this bar. In fact, you can suck my dick.
Eddie Kendricks is an important figure in the history of music.
What about more music? How can you resist? It's free.
Fuck Jeff Lynne.
All praises due to Jim Keltner.
All other living Wilburys get a free pass in my head.
Eddie Kendricks is an important figure in the history of music.
What about more music? How can you resist? It's free.
Fuck Jeff Lynne.
All praises due to Jim Keltner.
All other living Wilburys get a free pass in my head.
2009/05/03
Fuck
I thought I might catch a glimpse of my girl in Sevilla for a hot minute, but it was not to be and I'm all alone again, except I got a surprise visit from a Princeton pal and it put 5 or 6 years back on my life I think.
What's the deal with Bill Simmon's basketball book? I wanna read that shit.
I had a long winded conversation with a rather good looking french brunette who told me that work is the only way to keep her going, without it she would most likely fall to pieces.
Money sucks, I hate it.
Frank Rich writes really good columns, this must be why they only come out on Sunday.
blah, blah, blah I wish I could watch nba games and download porn.
MORE MUSIC FOR YOU, you mystery surprise dl.
What's the deal with Bill Simmon's basketball book? I wanna read that shit.
I had a long winded conversation with a rather good looking french brunette who told me that work is the only way to keep her going, without it she would most likely fall to pieces.
Money sucks, I hate it.
Frank Rich writes really good columns, this must be why they only come out on Sunday.
blah, blah, blah I wish I could watch nba games and download porn.
MORE MUSIC FOR YOU, you mystery surprise dl.
2009/04/30
newhouse and taka
2009/04/28
Bump
I really like the new DOOM; I also happen to like the snakey, sparse bass playing on the track "Bumpy's Message" in which Freddie Foxxx sounds like he's fucking dying.
I keep bumping in to NYT books articles on David Foster Wallace or vacation homes.
What's up with AIDS research? Are we making any improvements lately? What about Larry David in a Woody Allen movie?
What about falling asleep at the wheel? What about Conservative Oberlin grads speaking their mind on Senator Specter? Right here, Michelle!
I can't stop reading deadspin, I CAN'T! Will Leitch is the writer of things that hurt my brain in that soft, subtle way. So of course they switch it up and let someone else write about a derival, but intriguing sub-plot of ten human body parts.
INDUSTRY SHAKEDOWN
I keep bumping in to NYT books articles on David Foster Wallace or vacation homes.
What's up with AIDS research? Are we making any improvements lately? What about Larry David in a Woody Allen movie?
What about falling asleep at the wheel? What about Conservative Oberlin grads speaking their mind on Senator Specter? Right here, Michelle!
I can't stop reading deadspin, I CAN'T! Will Leitch is the writer of things that hurt my brain in that soft, subtle way. So of course they switch it up and let someone else write about a derival, but intriguing sub-plot of ten human body parts.
INDUSTRY SHAKEDOWN
2009/04/26
Dearth of Big Men in the Draft
Who is Blake Griffin?
He is good at dunking with tremendous ferocity, not unlike a feral hamster in heat on the fourth of july.
Who is Ricky Rubio?
He had a turnover in the closing minute of his team DKV Joventut's 3 point win over Gran Canarias while they were down 2 and they still won!
Who is Steven Curry?
He goes to the same school as the girl whose skull you could see through while she was giving you brain.
Who is James Harden?
Who are you?
He is good at dunking with tremendous ferocity, not unlike a feral hamster in heat on the fourth of july.
Who is Ricky Rubio?
He had a turnover in the closing minute of his team DKV Joventut's 3 point win over Gran Canarias while they were down 2 and they still won!
Who is Steven Curry?
He goes to the same school as the girl whose skull you could see through while she was giving you brain.
Who is James Harden?
Who are you?
2009/04/25
Hey
J.J. has always been one of my favorite first names.
Cale can be really good steamed (correction: Kale)
Let's start over; NAturally.
Cale can be really good steamed (correction: Kale)
Let's start over; NAturally.
2009/04/24
Hip Hoop
Hey, I went to high school with Derrick. One time we played Beat It, yours truly on guitar and himself on the kit. It was a hit with at least 20% of the minorities in attendance at said private K-12 institution.
Everyone likes Galt MacDermot and noone really can say why; allmusic will say his brand of "no-funk" finds its appeal from being so damn cheesy and uncool, people who use the full 10% of their brain would call this unpretentious on the part of señor MacDermot and his personal crew of flunky session players.
Dan The Automator and Prince Paul are blatant fans of the man's jams.
He also wrote the music to the musical HAIR, people younger than myself, who didn't perform in a high school/summer stock/amateur basement version of it, would probably know of the song "Age Of Aquarius" thanks to Judd Apatow directing Steve Carrel, Paul Rudd, Faux-MC Hammer (that poor bastard, might as well have played I NEED $) in The 40 Year Old Virgin
CLick here to add your name to the list of fans of the man's work "Shapes of Rhythm"
Everyone likes Galt MacDermot and noone really can say why; allmusic will say his brand of "no-funk" finds its appeal from being so damn cheesy and uncool, people who use the full 10% of their brain would call this unpretentious on the part of señor MacDermot and his personal crew of flunky session players.
Dan The Automator and Prince Paul are blatant fans of the man's jams.
He also wrote the music to the musical HAIR, people younger than myself, who didn't perform in a high school/summer stock/amateur basement version of it, would probably know of the song "Age Of Aquarius" thanks to Judd Apatow directing Steve Carrel, Paul Rudd, Faux-MC Hammer (that poor bastard, might as well have played I NEED $) in The 40 Year Old Virgin
CLick here to add your name to the list of fans of the man's work "Shapes of Rhythm"
basketball
I feel like one of those fucking kids in Newsies posting links to a Bethlehem Shoals Sporting News® Post, but I think he is writing about the best sub-plot of the entire playoffs so far. Remember the Fish that Saved Pittsburgh!
I can't comment on the playoffs in any capacity because I'm isolated from the immediate impact the viewing of a game delivers. I DO want to watch Denver play, really badly; almost as much as I can't believe they're actually doing this playoff thing without Iverson; the Jadakis/AI corollary only grows stronger over time, I don't know why, but I always thought the most prophetic thing that ever was uttered by Kiss and Styles P. in tandem went:
J: You might find your man dead in the ocean
P(A little too far away from his microphone): IT BE AIGHT THOUGH
J: You know dead rappers get better promotion.
I wish I wouldn't feel the need to complain about having to work an hour on Friday, because I'm a selfish child, but listen to birds of feather, why not? It's linked below from an earlier day.
I can't comment on the playoffs in any capacity because I'm isolated from the immediate impact the viewing of a game delivers. I DO want to watch Denver play, really badly; almost as much as I can't believe they're actually doing this playoff thing without Iverson; the Jadakis/AI corollary only grows stronger over time, I don't know why, but I always thought the most prophetic thing that ever was uttered by Kiss and Styles P. in tandem went:
J: You might find your man dead in the ocean
P(A little too far away from his microphone): IT BE AIGHT THOUGH
J: You know dead rappers get better promotion.
I wish I wouldn't feel the need to complain about having to work an hour on Friday, because I'm a selfish child, but listen to birds of feather, why not? It's linked below from an earlier day.
Blood
Does oxy clean actually work?
Why do fat bearded men get paid exorbitant sums of money to appear on obnoxious infomercials?
Youtube is cool, here's a song called Princess Gika by Galt MacDermot
Here's my favorite track off of the new Doom record, Born Like This:
Coincidence, I think not...
Here's a potentially danceable MP3 that I constructed recently: Algorhythm
Why do fat bearded men get paid exorbitant sums of money to appear on obnoxious infomercials?
Youtube is cool, here's a song called Princess Gika by Galt MacDermot
Here's my favorite track off of the new Doom record, Born Like This:
Coincidence, I think not...
Here's a potentially danceable MP3 that I constructed recently: Algorhythm
2009/04/21
Decline
Beirut is one of several names that is associated with Beer Pong, a drinking game that jumped the shark long before Rick Reilly was encouraging his sons to flick their way to victory; if ONLY that could have been a lesson to them about finger fucking!
Beirut is one of several names that guy from New Mexico has assumed when recording his lush orchestrations that incorporate elements of Balkan Rhythms, unusual horn/string combinations and one of those very once in a while kind of voices.
Beirut is one of several places I cannot locate on a map without some type of aural aid device.
Jacques Brel is the secret behind all three of these examples; his "Seasons in The Sun" is all I can hear in my mental tapes when I contemplate Canadian Pop in the '70s, even though the performance we are all so familiar with is by one Terry Jacks. Peep his allmusic.com profile if time allows for enhanced factoids and related artists.
Here's a certain work of his that you can find all about by clicking through!
Beirut is one of several names that guy from New Mexico has assumed when recording his lush orchestrations that incorporate elements of Balkan Rhythms, unusual horn/string combinations and one of those very once in a while kind of voices.
Beirut is one of several places I cannot locate on a map without some type of aural aid device.
Jacques Brel is the secret behind all three of these examples; his "Seasons in The Sun" is all I can hear in my mental tapes when I contemplate Canadian Pop in the '70s, even though the performance we are all so familiar with is by one Terry Jacks. Peep his allmusic.com profile if time allows for enhanced factoids and related artists.
Here's a certain work of his that you can find all about by clicking through!
2009/04/18
Pavo con alliolli
When you want to figure out a room's acoustic tendencies you can stick a microphone next to a speaker that runs a feedback loop of the single phrase you wish to have heard perfectly clear by as many of those in attendance as possible; "The reason we're all here is to get along."
So, the blog can have it's own feedback loop if it wants to with the uploads.
Here's one from a band that featured a gay guy, Elliott Smith and a guy who married a member of a band that I always thought was full of lesbians, Sleater-Kinney.
Anyhoo, it's here.
Speaking of Portland, who's excited for the playoffs? I for one, having not witnessed a single regular season game, don't know what to think; what's the playoffs without either Mike Dunleavy?
So, the blog can have it's own feedback loop if it wants to with the uploads.
Here's one from a band that featured a gay guy, Elliott Smith and a guy who married a member of a band that I always thought was full of lesbians, Sleater-Kinney.
Anyhoo, it's here.
Speaking of Portland, who's excited for the playoffs? I for one, having not witnessed a single regular season game, don't know what to think; what's the playoffs without either Mike Dunleavy?
2009/04/17
flaky flake
flake music; that pre shins shindig that Chiara threw my way once.
Hope everyone is having a great weekday segue in to weekend; I personally am doing great; a period of intense listening has begun anew!
much love all
Hope everyone is having a great weekday segue in to weekend; I personally am doing great; a period of intense listening has begun anew!
much love all
2009/04/15
Latin Prescriptive Grammars
2009/04/14
2009/04/13
2009/04/12
fuck you
Ok, pre-release party, but first: Harvard has problems, yikes...and now, birds of a feather; I wrote a poem in the genre section, kind of. Thank you's and other things tomorrow, until then, listen up!
and check out minnie ripperton at Nice Guy Eddie's joint, those who know know, or so said a great sage of the college age daze once, we thought.
Berlin?
and check out minnie ripperton at Nice Guy Eddie's joint, those who know know, or so said a great sage of the college age daze once, we thought.
Berlin?
Oberlin at large
First of all, I have no comment as to the tendencies of Oberlin College graduates; that shit is nobody's business but themselves.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/12/books/review/Schillinger-t.html?_r=1&emc=eta1
For the lazy non-copy past crowd.
St. Francis loved the birds
so it's only right
to head on out to capastrano
even if it's for just one night
I can't spell too well
especially not digital
toes and fingers
feign inertia
read a book
who is this bird? I found out about her here: LDP KOO KOO!
I was at my free beach house flat earth piso México, with Germans, A French gal, a finnish-american princess (a frog and a princess together, just like Tom Robbins said...) and of course the entire Italian Royal family.
R-BD
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/12/books/review/Schillinger-t.html?_r=1&emc=eta1
For the lazy non-copy past crowd.
St. Francis loved the birds
so it's only right
to head on out to capastrano
even if it's for just one night
I can't spell too well
especially not digital
toes and fingers
feign inertia
read a book
who is this bird? I found out about her here: LDP KOO KOO!
I was at my free beach house flat earth piso México, with Germans, A French gal, a finnish-american princess (a frog and a princess together, just like Tom Robbins said...) and of course the entire Italian Royal family.
R-BD
2009/04/10
strawberry banana hammock in heaven
http://www.interviewmagazine.com/blogs/culture/2009-04-09/nick-koenig/
for all those who don't like copying and pasting. Choice is important!
for all those who don't like copying and pasting. Choice is important!
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