testing for puto.
everybody is looking for puto.
don:t you know puto?
i do know puto.
everybody loves puto.
grandma chicken.

Current CD:

Dj Spinna

"Here To There" - this is good...funky, rhythmic, soulful, new sounding, african subject matter, mellow, warm, love that organ sounds....good listen. there's some tracks on here, which makes me all the madder (beeped just as i typed that sentence).

whoooooooo...

must woik.
schimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

mammans are in such trouble.

mammans are bullshit.

mammans always ruin a good time.

rage against the bleeps, mamman.

pogo bogo nogo flojo skeelow

sniff more
piffle
wiffle
ball

the words i'm hearing right now via my censored music (please, can i just complain about this incessantly?): "makes me come alive, wanna touch the sky, free my soul and, uh,.. jmmerbrsss----
this has got to be shaun escoffery
free my soul

please, come home for the holidays.
are you washing your ass?
keeping yourself clean?

good.

the simple things.
yes.

indeed.

music.

indeed.

feel.

feel

fffffffffffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllLLL

nothing more than feeeeeelings.

sing along.

No more Christmas songs about Parrots

if i get another promo cd with an annoying audio stamp on it, i'm going to fucking apeshit.
the latest culprit? The Majesticons - "Beauty Party" on ninja tune.
i just couldnt' get past the incessant anti-pirating stamp. drove me fucking bonkers.
there was a similar one on the def jux albums as well as the global underground promos.
but the gU ones aren't nearly as bad or as often.
the new king britt is full of beeps that are even worse.
i won't go back to that.
punch me.

now entering cd player: dj spinna - "here to there"
let's see if this one makes it.

doubtful
timmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiii

today's listening pleasures:

Cloud Nine Music - "Notice Co Lounge" (sodless music - ann arbor) - decent mix of jazz, hip-hop and vocal pop. good but gets a bit derivative at times.
The Detroit Experiment - feat. Carl Craig (ropeadope records) - still trying to sink into this jazzy excursion, though it's a bit too free jazz for my personal taste. i recognize the talent behind the album.
Puretone - "Stuck In A Groove" (V2 Records) - waay more jazzy and song-oriented than i would have guessed. actually decent.

and that's the news for the hour.
please evacuate all lazy susans.

thank you for being rude.

timmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiii

metal shavings save lives

you know what i'm talking about.
whipped cream is an important facet of this daily breakfast.
remember to fast during ramadan.
ramada inns are nice comfortable hotels when you need to take some time and rest.
Rest assured, no man will rest until the culprit is apprehended.
Get your hands off my shirt, general, or i'll pull rank.
RAnk is the name of a Smiths album.

hey look me hover, lend me a hooker.
take me down to paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
take.
me.
home.

yeah yeah
push it
ah
push it.
ah
get up on this.
only the sexy people.
get up there and dance.
dance i say.

working up a sweat.

yeah, bushwackey tobaccoy
coy roy just set yourself free.

sigur ros was this evening. fine fine. yes.
trancelike.
shavem.

i've decided to do a day-to-day top tim pratt song, since i seem to change by the day.

top song of the last few days
Funky Lowlives - "Stay"

top Song of Today
Ladytron - "Seventeen"

thanks for playing

puto

up from the dead, he arose

and so we were there, looking over the sun, thinking we were alive, when in fact, we were dead.
fucking dead.
and then what are we going to do if we're dead.
we can't really go anywhere or do anything.
which sucks.
we can't actually look at things, only think we can look at things while still alive, while thinking we're dead.
isn't it fucked up that we really don't know what the fuck is going to happen to us when we're dead.
oh, there are plenty of christians that would differ, as well as pretty much every religion in this world.
but nobody really knows.
we all think we have the answers. just like we thought bloodletting was a way to heal people.
or that burning people at the stake when a few accused them of being witches, well, that was god's work.

see, what if it's a big joke.
a big fucking cruel joke, while we sit here and wonder "gee, why am i really here?" or "what does it all mean?"
and then meanwhile, we die and then, op, nothing.
just dead.
or maybe the animals are the true spirits and we're the soulless fools.

ah, it's something more than just our bodies, the "human" thing.
our pliable, soft bodies we live in...i was going to say our "shells" which seems to fit better.

god, so much shit has gone on in the past month.
where to begin.
no point really.
how can i.

started a new job. that's something, no?
working for the MAN.
yes, THE man.

yep, it's not bad...still figuring out my place...still getting my head wrapped round it, yo.

what can ya do.

still trying to understand and get into a system.
something.
the dj thing has been going really well. my energies seem to be there of late.
interestingly. though it should be obvious since i have contributed to this here thing for a few weeks.

we lived through quite the interesting rain storm last thursday, when we tried going to cirque du soliel. ended up going to a corresponding party instead, after they cancelled the show due to high winds.
i really want to see the damn thing still. that's the thing.

that IS the thing.

dougie's bday party a week and a half prior was interesting...fun. i felt great. still in a bit of a frenzy from the crazed lunacy at the halloween party the night before in the castro.

yes, yes.
that was much much fun.
indeed.

so it was,,,,hapless the clown living large in the castro. ah what a time it was.
smiles for all.

and i must work.
i must work.
i must do this.

and so i will return at a later time to infuse meself onto this here page.

oh i went to montreal too. that was fucking fucking.
yeah yeah.
birds bees knees trees healing thieves and me.

what ya bee.

crazy.

fadge loc bee.
fadge muther fucking lock bee.

hee hee.

cocoa crispies are so chocolately.

no?

puto.

drummer boy.

good day madam and remember your stix.