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.

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

92 million wangs in china

Lex told me according to the NYT the above factoid.

Joel Handley writes this

Format-OH

Disk Space is a funny thing; so was Marcel Proust, most likely. He has the only speaking part in "Silent Movie"; is Mel Brooks a genius or what?!!?!


Anyhoo, more music...I don't know...now!

thanks ryan welsh!

As I laugh/wince at Ghostface's Korean accent on the track "Angels" off of Born Like This and that earlier compilation they put it on together, the name escapes me, I must also think of things more relevant to real people like you, the reader. Here's an artist doing cool shit that feels like Fractals would approve.

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!

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?

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

Latin Prescriptive Grammars

Hey, remember putumayo?

I once purchased a cd of theirs while having a sleeping pill related trip in Buenos Aires; you can dl it here.

time passes slowly, and then fades away.

White Man Can't Jump; basketball for money!

WHITE OJ

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/14/us/14spector.html?hp

Phil Spector is GUILTY

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.