Tuesday, September 10, 2002


below are some, off the top of my head and a little help via magic, of my fave albums of the year, thus far.
we've still got three and a half months to go, so anything can happen.
tomorrow i may start to really dig on the latest n sync album or the latest slap a shit from boz scaggs, but for now, right here, right now, this is this!
"back in rack"

Best Albums 2002 thus far (in no particular order, other than the wayward skin of walnut juice. but who knows what that is?)

Cinematic Orchestra - Every Day
Boards Of Canada - Geogaddi
Mark Rae - Rae Road
Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Layo & Bushwacka - Night Works
Touch Tones - Various artists
Ishq - Orchid
Meat Beat Manifesto - RUOK?
Technova - Dirty Secrets
Tech Pop compilation - Ministry of sound
The Vines - Highly Evolved
Scion - arrange and process basic channel tracks
Caural - Stars On My Ceiling
Metamatics - from death to passwords�
DJ Shadow - The Private Press
Wood Choice Cuts compilation
Andrew Pekler - Station To Station
Jazzanova - In Between
Languis - Untied
Minus 8 - Minuit
Recloose - Cardiology
DJ Spooky - Optometry

Sean Escoffrey - "Days Like This"
Osunlade - "Change"
Green Velvet - "La La Land"
x-press2 - "lazy"
Johnny Fiasco - "take 5"
king kooba - "salvation"
Layo & Bushwacka! - "Love Story"
Minus 8 - "Snowblind" (amalgamation soundz mix)
Verious Artists - "Susy May"
Forward Selection - "Supermellow"
Swayzak - "In The Car Crash"
Plankton Man vs. Terrestre - "Gran Chaparral"
DJ Shadow - "Six Days"
Nightmares On Wax - "Bleu My Mind"
Zero dB - "Come Party"
Arkestra One - "Man From The Audience"
Technova - "Move Me"
Technova - "Mind Games"
Miguel Migs - "Brand New Day"
Dirty Vegas - "Days Go By"
Dr. Demento - "Kinko, the Kid-loving Klown"
Eminem - "without me"
Ass basket - "dicey shit going down in the city"
Plunging Member - "basic craftiness in the house"
Place to be - "make my chimney special assweed."

can you guess which ones are fake?
hint, they aren't the ones above the immediate three you see right now with your peepers.
pugs are for chickens.
i am not a chicken.

basically, you have the most annoying breath, i've decided to stomp it out with garlic toast butter supreme, a kissin' cousin of smutbutter.
if you're keeping subliminal score at home.
your choice is not longer relevant in this part of the sea.

nobody ever calls the ocean the "sea" unless you live in manchester or some other town in england, where the birds have more feathers than antelope play in the beer-infest gardens of moorer, where i met a girl so fair.

she gave me a piece of gelatin and i squashed her chance with my steely knives, because you just can't kill the beast.
last thing i remember, as i was running to the door, gotta get back to the passageway of where i was before,
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave.
that means you're going to hell. that's what the bible peeps taught us back in the 80s.
that rock was of the devil.

which for some reason, this reminds me of my crazy uncle ed, me daddy's brotha.
he's a little, ah, shaky, you see, and damn, but a bit wacky.
so i remember he had a book that talked about all the rock and roll that was of the devil and you just had to figure out how to read the subliminal messages from satan.
now, that whole idea seems quaint and slight.
how could we really have gotten that upset over rock and roll?
i mean, shit, people aren't even afraid of marilyn manson anymore.
we need more extremism.
yeah, well, why do i remember the time i asked ol nervous (and i believe lifelong virgin) Ed if he ever said the word "dang" (instead of, say, damn, fuck or darn) and he said "no."
he used to love playing handheld coleco football games when we'd go up on the farm and hang with eddie and grandma pratt.
ed always liked to do crossword puzzles too.
the ironic thing of all this is when i was a kid, my uncle ed's room is where i largely spent my time while at my grandma pratt's, on the farm (i loved it on the farm and it truly is in the country, in rural michigan).
see i used to go in there, put on headphones and listen to old records from the 60s, mostly rock and pop stuff. this is where and when i discovered the beatles. weird, but it was totally on my own. nobody forced them on me.
my family certainly wasn't very music knowledgable...yet, i guess i did learn a lot about stuff that was popular in the 60s and 70s because, i was a kid in the 70s and my parents were still more attached to their youth and the musical pop culture they soaked up.
i used to spend hours in uncle ed's room, listening to the beatles (all the american releases, a way american record companies made more on the beatles, by making shorter albums and splitting them up with other singles attached....more albums released in america).
so much fun.
that's pretty much where the dj thing began.

something is happening. i tell you what.
something is brewing.
it's there.
it's there.

and now you see where all this shit went to.
back inside the masoleum

the kitty is licking my left hand, this minute, this now

1:19:33 am tuesday, sept. 10, 2002...
damn straight now

post playa is a drag...yet sooooo damn good too.
shove me in a basket.

love and ass cake.


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