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Monday, March 07, 2005
Hot Trax
Sam Cooke - Chain Gang
Smoosh - Massive Cure
Howling Hex - Cast Aside the False
Sam Cooke - Chain Gang
Smoosh - Massive Cure
Howling Hex - Cast Aside the False
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
The rave was awesome. Thanks to those who came. The five of you. IT ROCKED. P.S. I ate Snow for half an hour at Smith today. That is almost as cool as the time I sat at a bench for an hour there, listening to Trick Daddy.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Here are some mp3's for you to take:
Soulwax - E-Talking (Rex the Dog Remix)
Ying Yang Twins - Wait
Konono Nr. 1 - Paradiso
Also, there is going to be an eight minute rave on thursday at the basement stairwell of Cole Science. Take the back door and go downstairs. It will be fun.
Soulwax - E-Talking (Rex the Dog Remix)
Ying Yang Twins - Wait
Konono Nr. 1 - Paradiso
Also, there is going to be an eight minute rave on thursday at the basement stairwell of Cole Science. Take the back door and go downstairs. It will be fun.
Monday, December 06, 2004
i'm sorry kids. i've neglected you. yesterday i made matzo ball soup.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Oh man...for anyone who actually cares about this site and/or who actually reads it, sorry for not updating for a long ass time. I've had a lot on my hands. And please, someone please...explain girls to me.
Saturday, September 13, 2003
I Sent You Flowers You Wanted Chocolate Instead
I'm listening to Public Image's Flowers of Romance (which might be better than Metal Box, I haven't totally decided yet) right now as evidenced by the header above. Right now, the album is literally complementing the life I live. Not the fake life that people think I live, but my real life--the fragile, creative, inner-struggling one. The tension and release in Martin Atkin's drumming (I mean everything starting from the minute those drums fully kick in in "Four Enclosed Walls) and Lydon's haranguing vocals (as the album opens, his slow, entering caterwauling through the end) perfectly follow the real life tension and release in my REAl life. It's what I need in that there's a fragility to Keith Levene's synths, but the whole album is so cathartic; I guess I'm listening to it instead of throwing chairs out of the fourth floor which I reside on or having really rough sex. Yes, that kind of intense FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD. And Lydon's lyrics, fuck, the whole thing just sorta knows what I'm going through right now. The title track and the header post exemplify this to such a far extent. Lines like "We're in a mess / Whatever I intended / I sent you flowers / You Wanted Chocolates Instead," "I can't depend on these so-called friends." But there's also another element of discarding all the old shit and starting annew (again the cathartis), as seen by lines such as "Why not worry now / You're Not Dead Yet / You've got your whole life to correct it," "Don't Look Back / Take Second Best," "Just look around / I think you'll find that everybody has the same problem." This actually recalls a recent "Medicine Cards" spread (basically a drawing of cards which hold animals on them, which have meanings attached to them which supposedly reveal one's self and such). I can't recall exactly the cards or the meanings attached to them at the moment, but I do remember a lot of the cards, giving me similar feelings that Flowers of Romance does (i.e., loneliness, catharsis, destruction, yet still time and possibility for correction and rebirth--rebirth actually being one of the cards methinks). Whatever, though; I digress . Every second, every beat, every random crap on top of the drums, every line just screams "wow, that actually just happened within the past two weeks (well, sorta culminating in the last two weeks at least). Fucking shit to say the least.
Keep Banging the Door / I Won't Answer the Phone / I Won't Answer the Door / I Won't Let You In
Oh...By the way..I started an ILM thread about the album here.
The other album that hit me this way (in that the album perfectly echoed my life at the time) was the Feelies' Crazy Rhythms. Prior to hearing this album, sometime in April (April 19th to be exact), I dropped acid. At one point in the trip (towards the end of it actually), I fabricated the statement (which went alond with a simple beat on the desk) "I am not an exhibit / I am not a museum / I am a rhythm." I made this up basically to continue to try to convince myself, that regardless of all the shit, the exterior things which obviously are seen first, I have a real creative unique spirit, which I did and still do have trouble displaying and existing because of those exterior things. So I started chanting this phrase. Several weeks later, after looking for it for a long time with no luck, I received an album titled Crazy Rhythms by the Feelies. And after hearing the GREBT album, I definetly saw a connection. Here were four nerdy-looking cats, who indeed made some crazy rhythms. Despite the album looking absolutely nothing like the music which was contained within (V.U. / Krautrock trance, and a hell of a lot of energy, especially for these guys who don't look capable of such). So basically, that album said the same thing I wanted to with my acid chant, albeit the former is/was much better at overcoming the freak show/exhibit/museum exterior thingy, and just displaying the inner creativity/insanity better than I have tryed with my chant.
Fuck, i need to work on run-on sentences, and overuse of commas.
I'm listening to Public Image's Flowers of Romance (which might be better than Metal Box, I haven't totally decided yet) right now as evidenced by the header above. Right now, the album is literally complementing the life I live. Not the fake life that people think I live, but my real life--the fragile, creative, inner-struggling one. The tension and release in Martin Atkin's drumming (I mean everything starting from the minute those drums fully kick in in "Four Enclosed Walls) and Lydon's haranguing vocals (as the album opens, his slow, entering caterwauling through the end) perfectly follow the real life tension and release in my REAl life. It's what I need in that there's a fragility to Keith Levene's synths, but the whole album is so cathartic; I guess I'm listening to it instead of throwing chairs out of the fourth floor which I reside on or having really rough sex. Yes, that kind of intense FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD. And Lydon's lyrics, fuck, the whole thing just sorta knows what I'm going through right now. The title track and the header post exemplify this to such a far extent. Lines like "We're in a mess / Whatever I intended / I sent you flowers / You Wanted Chocolates Instead," "I can't depend on these so-called friends." But there's also another element of discarding all the old shit and starting annew (again the cathartis), as seen by lines such as "Why not worry now / You're Not Dead Yet / You've got your whole life to correct it," "Don't Look Back / Take Second Best," "Just look around / I think you'll find that everybody has the same problem." This actually recalls a recent "Medicine Cards" spread (basically a drawing of cards which hold animals on them, which have meanings attached to them which supposedly reveal one's self and such). I can't recall exactly the cards or the meanings attached to them at the moment, but I do remember a lot of the cards, giving me similar feelings that Flowers of Romance does (i.e., loneliness, catharsis, destruction, yet still time and possibility for correction and rebirth--rebirth actually being one of the cards methinks). Whatever, though; I digress . Every second, every beat, every random crap on top of the drums, every line just screams "wow, that actually just happened within the past two weeks (well, sorta culminating in the last two weeks at least). Fucking shit to say the least.
Keep Banging the Door / I Won't Answer the Phone / I Won't Answer the Door / I Won't Let You In
Oh...By the way..I started an ILM thread about the album here.
The other album that hit me this way (in that the album perfectly echoed my life at the time) was the Feelies' Crazy Rhythms. Prior to hearing this album, sometime in April (April 19th to be exact), I dropped acid. At one point in the trip (towards the end of it actually), I fabricated the statement (which went alond with a simple beat on the desk) "I am not an exhibit / I am not a museum / I am a rhythm." I made this up basically to continue to try to convince myself, that regardless of all the shit, the exterior things which obviously are seen first, I have a real creative unique spirit, which I did and still do have trouble displaying and existing because of those exterior things. So I started chanting this phrase. Several weeks later, after looking for it for a long time with no luck, I received an album titled Crazy Rhythms by the Feelies. And after hearing the GREBT album, I definetly saw a connection. Here were four nerdy-looking cats, who indeed made some crazy rhythms. Despite the album looking absolutely nothing like the music which was contained within (V.U. / Krautrock trance, and a hell of a lot of energy, especially for these guys who don't look capable of such). So basically, that album said the same thing I wanted to with my acid chant, albeit the former is/was much better at overcoming the freak show/exhibit/museum exterior thingy, and just displaying the inner creativity/insanity better than I have tryed with my chant.
Fuck, i need to work on run-on sentences, and overuse of commas.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Since I'm too tired to write anything interesting (which I have yet to do at all) I will summarize this past year's musical contributions to my life. I really want to write something nice soon, maybe about When's Lobster Boys, which I bought two years ago and loved. But right now, I am packing for the dreaded venture to Massachussetts and once I am situated there, I plan to be more interesting. Of course, that may never happen, but hopefully, I will become more successful at feigning being an interesting. In the voice of Dizzee, "Oh Well."
In terms of listening to music this year, the first thing I noticed was that I became branching out and listening to stuff beyond indie-centric crap, which I should have payed less attention to as it is. This past summer, I've listened to a lot of pop, a lot of house, some dirty south, a lot of dancehall. My favorite songs of the summer were contributed by Beyonce ("Crazy in Love" natch), R. Kelly ["Ignition (Remix)], David Banner ("Cadillac on 22's") and Sean Paul ("Like Glue"). Fuck indie, and rock in general when you have these four already-classic songs highlighting your entire summer.
The most surprising record so far for me this year, as recommended by someone on ILM, is Mu's Afro Finger and Gel. When I say most surprising, I don't necessarily mean that it's record of the year (though it might be), but more that this album came out totally out nowhere (at least for me). I had an inclination that the Dizzee Rascal rec would be astounding and I was correct, and the other albums I've liked this year I knew I'd like (Killer Mike, Neptunes to an extent, and the Rapture) but Afro Finger and Gel was totally out of left field, especially since I'd never heard or even heard of Maurice Fulton (who collaborates with his wife Matsumi on the record). This is fucking deranged left-field house. The album is equal parts Basement Jaxxx, japanese pop, latin music, electronic punk. I don't know how to even put this in words.
In terms of listening to music this year, the first thing I noticed was that I became branching out and listening to stuff beyond indie-centric crap, which I should have payed less attention to as it is. This past summer, I've listened to a lot of pop, a lot of house, some dirty south, a lot of dancehall. My favorite songs of the summer were contributed by Beyonce ("Crazy in Love" natch), R. Kelly ["Ignition (Remix)], David Banner ("Cadillac on 22's") and Sean Paul ("Like Glue"). Fuck indie, and rock in general when you have these four already-classic songs highlighting your entire summer.
The most surprising record so far for me this year, as recommended by someone on ILM, is Mu's Afro Finger and Gel. When I say most surprising, I don't necessarily mean that it's record of the year (though it might be), but more that this album came out totally out nowhere (at least for me). I had an inclination that the Dizzee Rascal rec would be astounding and I was correct, and the other albums I've liked this year I knew I'd like (Killer Mike, Neptunes to an extent, and the Rapture) but Afro Finger and Gel was totally out of left field, especially since I'd never heard or even heard of Maurice Fulton (who collaborates with his wife Matsumi on the record). This is fucking deranged left-field house. The album is equal parts Basement Jaxxx, japanese pop, latin music, electronic punk. I don't know how to even put this in words.
