now look at yourself

I put up a fake link for an album I recently completed yesterday; that was wrong of me, but I don't really think anyone is reading the fine print carefully enough to care about these kinds of things; whoever said, "jews have no rhythm" should have thought about non-metered aspects of timing.

Mom hoped I'd become a writer; it's not looking likely. Dad wants me to be a hard worker; a diminishing return. Max is always excited, but cynic in the grand scheme of things; that's life.

A few thoughts on this album, life and the process of placing oneself in the vast continuum of cultural identity;

I am 0.
Rosa is number one.
One minus zero is harmless
Zero minus one is only games in your head.

I want to thank the following people for making this hour or so of digestion possible; Adrian Pacia, Nick Koenig, Lena Leson, Taka Yasuzawa, Saul Flores (You're still a young man!), Mike Blumenthal, Joel Handley, John Bennum, Mike Garcia, Barry Sanders, Darren Dutch Daulton, Mickey Rooney, Mickey Rourke, Louis Weiss, Alex Visotzky, Burton L (the holy sprit), Samuel Crane Newhouse, NOT Rafa Capo, Derrick Tuttle (you shredder, you think I forgot you cause I was drunk...), Baron Davis, Tango & Cash.

I want to thank the following animals; The Iberian Lynx, The Elephant (a process unto itself), and Mick Foley.

Can you tell I'm stalling while it uploads? Damn stolen Spanish Wi-Fi in sterererero.

There's an "artist statement" in the genre section of the album if you listen to it in iTunes; or read it in installments with your media player of choice.

Everything is in parenthesis in this phase of my life here in Huelva, Andalucía.


My girlfriend is going to China and then Bangkok, she is a nut and that cracks me up.

bronx reggae

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/13/nyregion/13reggae.html

for all the lazy, non-copy paste crowd.

newsworthy or James worthy, you decide...

hmm...

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?

Wow, you are like, hot and good all at once...

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

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!

Lord Have Mercy

The team is all here again in Huelva, it's pretty magical, that is to say, magical things are happening.

Rafael Capo García Rodon

That's it.

I love Ten Years After, I know not everyone will, but the album WATT has taught me everything I ever needed to know about my life as an aspiring musician/pirate.

Lead singer/lead guitarists are cool, and Ten Years After has a great one.

'Gonna Run' is my personal favorite, but 'Think About The Times' is a close second.



TYA-W

WEll Well Well

I am not a hiphop fan. I am not a rap fan. I am not sure of anything anymore. I don't care.

Here's Tupac's album that came after "All Eyez on Me", the one that most people don't have a copy of but have mix CDs, labeled with words like "Middle School Dance Party".

It's pretty pretty good. Why would I lie to you? AMG gives it 5 stars, I didn't know that.



2P-MATW

Working Out

Basketball is the best form of meditation available as things currently stand in this industrial hovel in the dirtball dirty south of Spain. Slovenia is producing 3/4's at an astonishing pace. I have noone to talk to about Tom Tolbert blowing dunks on the Magic nor Bill Walton having a conversation with Greg Oden after three swishers and a gravity bong built by Nate.

The Kinks wanted to make a movie, and why not? The idea was that they could base it loosely on real events, and somehow incorporate Australia. You can read about it anywhere but here. So, by that logic, they made a soundtrack to the movie before they could secure the funds for shooting the darn thing. The "concept" album that emerged has some elements to it that I am highly fond of; they turn the drums up and let loose on a few tracks as well as including horns in a totally distinct manner, vis-a-vis "Muswell Hillbillies" or "Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, part one"

They called it Arthur.


TK-AOTDOTBE

Graham Chapman rest in peace, 20 years that's fucking crazy.

Speaker Wire

This basically explains everything, I think.

Tom Robbins is a rollicking good time for this reader when he's under the influence of small town spanish isolation.

Listen to TAKSTAR, he actually has something to say; at least the message reads loud and clear when amplified.

Keep living, start breathing with some vigor.

better

shame on you

shame on me?<

Morning Wake Up

I don't want to go to work. I'm petrified, sitting stone-faced in a cafeteria with headphones on.

New Jersey Nets Basketball is once again dismal and lottery bound.

Do I have wisdom teeth coming in at 22?

Berlin gaga is all exciting, I hope I can actually muster up the courage to go to work.

Oh fuck

Two Things

R. Kelly's "I Wish" remains atop my most played songs that I don't have in my iTunes.

Watch here, now that it is unembeddable.

Dick Cavett blogs movingly over his love affair with magic.

Voglio

I am in love, yes yes yes yes, love.

It's perhaps a young love, but that's ooooook.

Naivete is a friend in this day and age of cynicism.

Here's the third Make Believe LP: Going to the Bone Church

People are SLAMMING Jim Cramer, can you blame them? Populist RAGE!!!! Soon the government will have to outlaw ragehol...

MB-GTTBC

Some things

time is not passing slowly here in Andalucía, even if it is the tendency of the people to move like molasses on the streets. Good news is that Tocaya is back together and better than ever. Bad news is that I have to keep hearing these same shitty Spanish pop songs whenever I access internet, but headphones in a coffee shop is kind of rude, no? I'll try next time when I come in the morning here...

I can't stop listening to Bob Dylan's "Idiot Wind"; some of the lyrics aren't his best, (or are they?) but the chord progression is so awesome to jam along with. Also the organ on the version I have is absolute wrenching; I read once that there are two versions of Blood on The Tracks, one with NY session players and one with a band from Minnesota. What is it about the great lake state that produces so many fine American musicians; Zimmerman himself and Prince to name a few (I'm including Morris Day over The Hold Steady, and probably ignorant of a slathering of other top notch artists, but oh well)



I also have been listening to a lot of Nick Drake. I read his biography over last summer on a chance discovery at Raven Books in Harvard Square area up in Cambridge, Mass. His usage of so-called open tunings, and the really austere, but moving arrangements of his songs are almost as powerful as the bass lines of the random Daddy Yankee song that currently thumps on the television here in Lyceo, the wifi spot.



ND-FLL

Like Blagojevich

HOw long does it take for something to become "un-newsworthy"; I was reading about the Wire recently and there is a part when Mcnulty loses it because his fake story gets put in the middle of the paper instead of on the front page; so, perhaps there are degrees to one's newsworthiness.

Corruption charges tend to loom long after the initial damage has been done. Nothing seemed more farcical in the wake of a looming economic crisis than the proceedings in Springfield/Chicago Illinois with the Governor Rod.

Matters not, it matters not!

Some light reading on the topic of existence, or maybe existenz. I JUST DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!

So, a friend recently referred to the Mean as the meh, but I think everyone should take a listen to the full length that is available for streaming and decide whether or not this band is doing something really great.

Now, the first Make Believe LP, I believe; Shock of Being. The first time I heard "One Zero"; I was overwhelmed with thoughts and a bit of confusion, after 50+ listens I know that this band is official. Their bass player had to learn on the fly, the drummer omits a hi-hat in favor of a stationary tambourine, while playing some snaking, quaking keyboard lines with a free hand. I could sing this band's praises for days, but instead just grab this and hear something yourself.

Personal comment of the day: I miss everybody back in the States more and more and more and more everyday; the return will be glorious, for there can be no glory without war, this is our unsavory condition.

Is it cold back in Ohio? Is it cold back East? It's unseasonably cold here in Smellva; which makes me want to head for the hills once more and sleep in a warmer, albeit smaller bed.



MB-SOB

I just broke a chair by sitting on it and concentrating, my power is growing...

Gimme Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment

I am always sold on a band when they can make me feel something exciting. Morphine's snaking bass-lines, eruptive saxophone and hypnotic vocals combine for a really interesting listen.

Thanks to el gato negro for this lovely possibility




M-G