There might be a music video in the works for some stuff I made.
Who's afraid of Virginia Woolfe?
Ok, enough sputtering. There will be plenty of music to come in the near future as well as some PDF, printable, files of texts that are deemed of interest by yours truly. Maybe Sam Newhouse will help, maybe this is the first he's heard of it, I'll wait and see if he responds.
Tarentino's face is plastered all over Dewar's ads here in Huelva, along with Clive Owen; ok...
2009/03/24
2009/03/18
Son
Let the record state, that when I had the chance to go pursue love over logic and reaso/the mundane day to day of buttfuck Spain, that I made the easiest decision of my life. Goddamn, it's been an incredible 5 day weekend; never felt more productive or happier with how I spent my time. Now I'm off to Olive Country, to seek my fortune in turning pits in to some kind of device for sustainable energy, same goes for Orange rinds in Valencia.
I just finished a butt ton of tracks, but I've got to finalize them before they can be consumed for general purposes. Two thoughts on that:
1) Knee Jerk-Reactions are never voluntary.
2) I am learning the limitations of the human vocal chords, slowly but surely.
Anyways, why not some spicy pub jazz to compliment that Kinks record that you're no doubt putting on heavy rotation? Squirrel Nut Zippers are a lovely one-hit wonder with the single "Hell" off the album "Hot": all DMX/Earl Simmons comparisons begin and end here, save for the possibility of the worst kind of mash-up.
SNZ-H
My only other thought, before I run for the hills, is that class conflict might become en vogue again; like someone doing a cover of Pulp's "Common People" and not remembering that Shatner fucking KILLED IT (Ben Folds on production).
I just finished a butt ton of tracks, but I've got to finalize them before they can be consumed for general purposes. Two thoughts on that:
1) Knee Jerk-Reactions are never voluntary.
2) I am learning the limitations of the human vocal chords, slowly but surely.
Anyways, why not some spicy pub jazz to compliment that Kinks record that you're no doubt putting on heavy rotation? Squirrel Nut Zippers are a lovely one-hit wonder with the single "Hell" off the album "Hot": all DMX/Earl Simmons comparisons begin and end here, save for the possibility of the worst kind of mash-up.
SNZ-H
My only other thought, before I run for the hills, is that class conflict might become en vogue again; like someone doing a cover of Pulp's "Common People" and not remembering that Shatner fucking KILLED IT (Ben Folds on production).
2009/03/17
Smuse
I have this feeling I completely missed St. Patrick's Day; well at least the drinking portion, I was festooned in the finest green I could find last minute.
You know who looked Irish? Elliott Smith. He also had a thing for quiet, trembling melodies and the occasional gutty guitar hook that has won me over since I was introduced to his music through "The Royal Tenenbaums" scene that always makes me cry.
His last album, released posthumously, that wasn't titled "New Moon" or whatever the fuck that was, came to be known as Songs From a Basement on a Hill. It was supposedly going to be his "White" Album, that was 2006. Crazy to think that Heatmiser's Mic City Sons came out in 1994! 12 years is a serious grind when you're writing music like that guy; in reality he was really incredibly prolific. So, I'll pay tribute, one way or the other, and hope someone finds something in at least one of these tracks.
ES-FABOAH
You know who looked Irish? Elliott Smith. He also had a thing for quiet, trembling melodies and the occasional gutty guitar hook that has won me over since I was introduced to his music through "The Royal Tenenbaums" scene that always makes me cry.
His last album, released posthumously, that wasn't titled "New Moon" or whatever the fuck that was, came to be known as Songs From a Basement on a Hill. It was supposedly going to be his "White" Album, that was 2006. Crazy to think that Heatmiser's Mic City Sons came out in 1994! 12 years is a serious grind when you're writing music like that guy; in reality he was really incredibly prolific. So, I'll pay tribute, one way or the other, and hope someone finds something in at least one of these tracks.
ES-FABOAH
2009/03/16
is Jeff Lynne a rock legend?
The guy behind ELO, The Traveling Wilburys (he played bass/spent a good number of hours removing George Harrison's then-greying pubic hair from his teeth)and a handful of other projects that I don't know dick about, is producing Regina Spektor's new long-play record. Well, he's been around the block, but his production has never been something i think back too fondly of. Spektor has undeniable talent; that voice, oh my the voice, and the piano skills to compliment it all. She has changed sounds on every album; the dark, dirty "Soviet Kitsch" the foray in to pop/dreamy love songs that we call "Begin to Hope" and probably some other shit.
Ben Folds Feat. Regina Spektor-You Don't Know Me
Sumthin i read on pitchfork that made me write the above.
Ben Folds Feat. Regina Spektor-You Don't Know Me
Sumthin i read on pitchfork that made me write the above.
Farley
Ok, so there is at least one person studying/teaching abroad who has to look exactly like Chris Farley; I think I found her.
While we're on the topic, did you know the Farley family made serious bank up in Wisconsin in the pavement business.
NYT front page is blabbing about 27.5 billion for road construction crews, the country over. I wonder who gets the money in Wisconsin...
While we're on the topic, did you know the Farley family made serious bank up in Wisconsin in the pavement business.
NYT front page is blabbing about 27.5 billion for road construction crews, the country over. I wonder who gets the money in Wisconsin...
I've been had
I was reading the visitor counter to the right, and I have a feeling that someone is going to flag the blog soon; you can't ever be too paranoid, but it seems that the clamps are going to come down in the future upon those who share music for free on their website, even if they go about it in a slightly sly manner, but oh well, here's some more music anyway.
Lesley Wynn, thank you.
K-MH
Lesley Wynn, thank you.
K-MH
2009/03/14
I smoke weed all day
Hello Punta Umbría. Hope everyone has a lovely weekend.
Check out the following things, if you haven't already:
A chance to improve the 9th grade Spanish you learned, and get some goodies.
Pay Sean Mair, according to his facebook status; I'm inclined to agree wholeheartedly with this.
Tocayo is a Spanish word which means that you have the same name as someone.
Punta Umbría; update.
Good weather. Lots of titties like the third world girls gone wild.
Check out the following things, if you haven't already:
A chance to improve the 9th grade Spanish you learned, and get some goodies.
Pay Sean Mair, according to his facebook status; I'm inclined to agree wholeheartedly with this.
Tocayo is a Spanish word which means that you have the same name as someone.
Punta Umbría; update.
Good weather. Lots of titties like the third world girls gone wild.
2009/03/13
jungle love
As much as I should post another Time video, I'm going to instead pass on some information that was no-looked off the elbow my way (oh White Chocolate, I miss your thunderous passes, rendering the finish an exercise in futility, if only you could have played with Shaq in 1996 instead of 2006).
Via the only guest poster ever, Pedro Astacio (not Pedro Martinez, rest assured), a bunch of established veteran MCs go to work over hijacked/sampled/straightjacketed Sufjan Steven's tracks.
Here it is:
hokay, download here: gimme the biz baby.
Possible Tracklist for "Tocayo/a: Whatever your name is"
-Hey Zeus!
-Creed Stone
-Este Hombre
-Fumado
-Gunga
-Run DMT
-Dumb Fun
-Old Spinster's Tale
-Breakfast in Deathbed
-He's Just a Bird
-Flying
-Free Hugs For Free People
Am I the only one gorging at the 2ND Free Crack Giveaway over at Taka's blog? I thought all white people loved Taka(note, perhaps untrue).
Dunking the basketball on a 7 foot rim, just because you can is acceptable only while playing pickup soccer on the same "court".
Via the only guest poster ever, Pedro Astacio (not Pedro Martinez, rest assured), a bunch of established veteran MCs go to work over hijacked/sampled/straightjacketed Sufjan Steven's tracks.
Here it is:
hokay, download here: gimme the biz baby.
Possible Tracklist for "Tocayo/a: Whatever your name is"
-Hey Zeus!
-Creed Stone
-Este Hombre
-Fumado
-Gunga
-Run DMT
-Dumb Fun
-Old Spinster's Tale
-Breakfast in Deathbed
-He's Just a Bird
-Flying
-Free Hugs For Free People
Am I the only one gorging at the 2ND Free Crack Giveaway over at Taka's blog? I thought all white people loved Taka(note, perhaps untrue).
Dunking the basketball on a 7 foot rim, just because you can is acceptable only while playing pickup soccer on the same "court".
2009/03/12
Old Drink
My fingers are sore from playing a steel string guitar for many hours yesterday; fuck flamenco guitars. I was fucking around with an open D tuning (DADF#AD) with a clipper lighter as a slide in between trying my best to sound impressive to the strangers and companions in the carmona complex.
I'm gonna re-plug this band, The Mean, because their music is excellent and deserves multiple listens (finally, someone will give you your money's worth).
While we're at it, why not one more album before I head off to work?
I was introduced to Gil-Scott Heron through secondary/tertiary sources; an obscure hip-hop reference, allmusic.com cross-cultural comparisons, or maybe it was my older brother Max who laid the seeds of appreciation for a true activist/musician.
Anyways, I don't have TV here in Spain, and my excessive internet usage could be categorized as addictive or compulsive, but viva la revolución!
GSH-TRWNBT
I'm gonna re-plug this band, The Mean, because their music is excellent and deserves multiple listens (finally, someone will give you your money's worth).
While we're at it, why not one more album before I head off to work?
I was introduced to Gil-Scott Heron through secondary/tertiary sources; an obscure hip-hop reference, allmusic.com cross-cultural comparisons, or maybe it was my older brother Max who laid the seeds of appreciation for a true activist/musician.
Anyways, I don't have TV here in Spain, and my excessive internet usage could be categorized as addictive or compulsive, but viva la revolución!
GSH-TRWNBT
Stuff and Things
Hello world. A chance encounter in Sevilla with a Senegalese folk musician named Malik was incredibly rewarding.
There may or may not have been a man screaming/singing sevillanas in the middle of the night outside my window.
I'm up remarkably early, although I got some new chamomile delivered from granada, that is quite delicious.
So, here's the first post of the day, perhaps more to come if I don't turn in to a lazy bones.
P-SE
There may or may not have been a man screaming/singing sevillanas in the middle of the night outside my window.
I'm up remarkably early, although I got some new chamomile delivered from granada, that is quite delicious.
So, here's the first post of the day, perhaps more to come if I don't turn in to a lazy bones.
P-SE
2009/03/11
hey sluggo
big shoutout to one Raymond Daniel O'Brien III, who put me on to this. What a grand opportunity to maneuever within the simulacrum of power that Colbert has created for the organized, slacker youths of today.
Fucking Cool
There's no use in having pretensions these days, especially concerning places that are judged on the basis of their own perceived closed-off manners. Mooney was the first person to explain bridge and tunnel syndrome to me, well, second-hand, but that's good enough for this mannish boy. Friend of music and related things, Marisa Beltramini put me on to a very interesting music label/story of interest, that you can read here.
Oberlin alums are scattered throughout King's County, and methinks this says a lot about how I won't be able to afford an apartment anywhere but salisbury, Maryland upon my return to the old glory herself.
If Burger King sponsored a Ben Kweller concert in Brooklyn, my head might explode.
Oberlin alums are scattered throughout King's County, and methinks this says a lot about how I won't be able to afford an apartment anywhere but salisbury, Maryland upon my return to the old glory herself.
If Burger King sponsored a Ben Kweller concert in Brooklyn, my head might explode.
2009/03/10
Staring At The Sea
You can scan through your brain, past the short-term memories; what you ate most recently, the source of the intermittent high-pitched noises on a local pedestrian street, the number of times you stared at that same photo (for the record, 17) longing for someone while you're supposed to be doing something else. You can get caught up in a melody or a rhythm and lose all track of time, and then as soon as you think you're getting somewhere you look around and forget everything that's just happened. The simulacrum of the internet promises nothing more than what it is, a pooling of information, while you might spy a baroque soliloquy on plateauing you could also click on the links within that article and tune out.
I recently read Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" for the first time recently; I think I understand why it's so goddamn highly recommended by everyone, and my mom; Wolfe was never on the bus, but he understood what it meant, and that it couldn't be expressed with words, that's some shit. There is a critical moment when Kesey and co. go to Berkeley, California for a serious anti-war rally/march in to Oakland. His takeaway message for the bright-eyed left-leaning youths of yesteryear? "Fuck it." Couldn't agree more, at some point we have got to all say, "fuck it", if we're ever going to get out of this crisis mode bullshit.
As far as I can tell, repackaging is the crux of America's ascendancy and probably it's rebirth in this time of tumult.
I recently read Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" for the first time recently; I think I understand why it's so goddamn highly recommended by everyone, and my mom; Wolfe was never on the bus, but he understood what it meant, and that it couldn't be expressed with words, that's some shit. There is a critical moment when Kesey and co. go to Berkeley, California for a serious anti-war rally/march in to Oakland. His takeaway message for the bright-eyed left-leaning youths of yesteryear? "Fuck it." Couldn't agree more, at some point we have got to all say, "fuck it", if we're ever going to get out of this crisis mode bullshit.
As far as I can tell, repackaging is the crux of America's ascendancy and probably it's rebirth in this time of tumult.
Fill My Heart
So, why stop a good thing?
I rambled yesterday about the merits of dropping one's pretensions about the perceived coolness of music, and in that vein, attempting to embrace the randomness/emptiness of discovery.
With that in mind, why not listen to some Bob Zimmerman?
John Wesley Harding was the last album Bob Dylan released before breaking his neck in a motorcycle accident that for some reason revealed the beauty of christian grace from the bleakness of his hospital bed. BOORING, but at least this is a good listen.
I just finally noticed how many songs are described in his early catalogs as dreams, fucking cool.
BD-JWH
I rambled yesterday about the merits of dropping one's pretensions about the perceived coolness of music, and in that vein, attempting to embrace the randomness/emptiness of discovery.
With that in mind, why not listen to some Bob Zimmerman?
John Wesley Harding was the last album Bob Dylan released before breaking his neck in a motorcycle accident that for some reason revealed the beauty of christian grace from the bleakness of his hospital bed. BOORING, but at least this is a good listen.
I just finally noticed how many songs are described in his early catalogs as dreams, fucking cool.
BD-JWH
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