It's true.
People can still rock in America.
Oh yeah.
All right.
see, if you scream at the right volume and say the right things, you really CAN still rock in America.
Otherwise, you're fucked.
Don't you wonder why people let themselves get so fucked?
it's weird.
i tell you.
bulging waistlines for the adament people of america.
our homes are our refuge.
we can do whatever we want in them. well, depends on where yo live, i suppose.
not so much in the so-called blue states.
ok, forget it.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Buttons
the other day was the day the buttons came down.
in one day four buttons fell off my clothes.
one off my gray jacket.
two off my cabana boy shirt.
and one rivet from my favorite pair of jeans.
methinks the world is coming to end.
i mean this has to be a sign right?
just like the man said, signs, signs, everythere there are signs
fucking up the scenery,
changing my mind,
do this, don't do that,
can't you read the signs.
this is a sign.
or maybe it's just pure coincidence.
all you people in the back, stop your laughing.
but how can all these buttons fall off and NOT mean something?
i mean, come on.
you people, my goodness.
....
for all you people who like muzak, you're in for a special treat.
i have completed a new mix, a hoedown for the modern generatalia.
it is good.
the artwork should be completed today.
soon you will be able to have it for your very own personal self. to cherish for many moons to come. and many moons yet to come.
as jesus once said, 'it is finished.'
jesus was almost right, because it's not quite finished...but close enough for lemonade celebration time.
elephants are the true leaders.
in one day four buttons fell off my clothes.
one off my gray jacket.
two off my cabana boy shirt.
and one rivet from my favorite pair of jeans.
methinks the world is coming to end.
i mean this has to be a sign right?
just like the man said, signs, signs, everythere there are signs
fucking up the scenery,
changing my mind,
do this, don't do that,
can't you read the signs.
this is a sign.
or maybe it's just pure coincidence.
all you people in the back, stop your laughing.
but how can all these buttons fall off and NOT mean something?
i mean, come on.
you people, my goodness.
....
for all you people who like muzak, you're in for a special treat.
i have completed a new mix, a hoedown for the modern generatalia.
it is good.
the artwork should be completed today.
soon you will be able to have it for your very own personal self. to cherish for many moons to come. and many moons yet to come.
as jesus once said, 'it is finished.'
jesus was almost right, because it's not quite finished...but close enough for lemonade celebration time.
elephants are the true leaders.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
A**holes
Supreme A**holes
When are Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell going to die? i'm so sick of hearing about their hatred they keep spewing. now pat is saying 'activist judges' (those who don't support the christian coalition's mean tactics) are worse than the terrorists who flew into our buildings.
Unbelievable Assholes, they are.
....
kid suspended for talking on cellphone to mom in iraq at school
can you be more assholeish?
I'd rather hang on to your severed finger instead of giving it back
That's beyond being a regular asshole.
WHAT I WOULD BE THINKING ABOUT IF I WERE BILLY JOEL DRIVING TOWARD A HOLIDAY PARTY WHERE I KNEW THERE WAS GOING TO BE A PIANO
you gotta love assholes who lampoon assholes.
Ouch!
Apparently the Institute of Oriental Studies at the Federal University of Santa Catarina, Brazil, wasn't thinking when it chose its new logo. Or maybe they were thinking ... about holes in some ass.
Marijuana possession equals Death By Firing Squad?
bunch of assholes.
Dog saves baby
See, some dogs aren't assholes. Good dog!
German electro-pop for life
Kraftwerk rules. Also, i was at this show. You can hear me screaming, wishing i could hang with those lovable German assholes. And i mean that in the nicest way.
Mr. T says to Love Your Mother
Sure, i'm a few days late on the Mothers Day thing, but this is about as un-assholeish you can be without a prescription.
America We Stand As One
Yes, i know this has made the rounds on the web but it's jaw-dropping how unbelievably awful this song is. And gee, can you use the image of the flag more gratuitously than this?
What a creepy asshole.
Aerosol on Americans?
Sure, this is more than a bit paranoid but it's still a little weird, don't you think?
I mean, our government filled with assholes.
and lastly ...
Dance Party USA
click on 'Play' underneath video screen.
This could be bordering on being an asshole but he's being a cheeky asshole, so that's not so bad.
love you assholes!
When are Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell going to die? i'm so sick of hearing about their hatred they keep spewing. now pat is saying 'activist judges' (those who don't support the christian coalition's mean tactics) are worse than the terrorists who flew into our buildings.
Unbelievable Assholes, they are.
....
kid suspended for talking on cellphone to mom in iraq at school
can you be more assholeish?
I'd rather hang on to your severed finger instead of giving it back
That's beyond being a regular asshole.
WHAT I WOULD BE THINKING ABOUT IF I WERE BILLY JOEL DRIVING TOWARD A HOLIDAY PARTY WHERE I KNEW THERE WAS GOING TO BE A PIANO
you gotta love assholes who lampoon assholes.
Ouch!
Apparently the Institute of Oriental Studies at the Federal University of Santa Catarina, Brazil, wasn't thinking when it chose its new logo. Or maybe they were thinking ... about holes in some ass.
Marijuana possession equals Death By Firing Squad?
bunch of assholes.
Dog saves baby
See, some dogs aren't assholes. Good dog!
German electro-pop for life
Kraftwerk rules. Also, i was at this show. You can hear me screaming, wishing i could hang with those lovable German assholes. And i mean that in the nicest way.
Mr. T says to Love Your Mother
Sure, i'm a few days late on the Mothers Day thing, but this is about as un-assholeish you can be without a prescription.
America We Stand As One
Yes, i know this has made the rounds on the web but it's jaw-dropping how unbelievably awful this song is. And gee, can you use the image of the flag more gratuitously than this?
What a creepy asshole.
Aerosol on Americans?
Sure, this is more than a bit paranoid but it's still a little weird, don't you think?
I mean, our government filled with assholes.
and lastly ...
Dance Party USA
click on 'Play' underneath video screen.
This could be bordering on being an asshole but he's being a cheeky asshole, so that's not so bad.
love you assholes!
Sunday, May 08, 2005
At Present
There's a vaguely OK sort-of jazz band playing in the kitchen of the apartment downstairs right now.
There's a small group of people there.
A guy just walked down the street, and left his car in the righthand corner of the intersection with the flashers on while he did whatever he did.
The Kitty is spending her first night at my place here in San Francisco.
I'm playing FannyPack's "718" right now.
It just switched over to De-Phazz's "Jim The Jinn"
It was a schizophrenic night DJing tonight at ye olde Slanted Door. Still good though.
The girl who lives below me, her name is Michelle and she's 38 and bottle blonde, like me, except i'm not 38, and we had an awkward introduction.
of course, this is the woman who pounded on the ceiling complaining when i came in one Sunday night/Monday morning at about 2 a.m.
Apparently the Police were just here to complain about loud music.
Hmm, i doubt it's my music i'm cranking right now with my windows open.
But you know, some people are trippers.
people will trip.
(the song i'm listening to right now needs to have its lyrics written down)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life.
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Blackbird, fly (x4)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
all your life.
you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird, fly (x4)
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Blackbird, fly.
Blackbird, fly.
Into the light of the dark black night...
Carry On.
Blackbird, fly. (x4)
Into the light of the dark black night...
....
A couple walking down the street just now just looked up at me, apparently because my two computer speakers are in my open window and i'm typing somewhat (but not really) oblivious to the fact that people can see me.
.....
I hear vague whispers and girls talking.
I am thinking it's coming from the apartment next to me, but i feel weird when i look over into their place and get caught because they're looking back at me.
Cuz it's clear when i'm gawking my head out of my apartment that i'm looking at the people next door when they catch me.
of course, it's especially uncomfortable when you have the window of your bathroom open and you can get a clear eyesight view of another person in the building next to you when you're peeing.
TMI ALERT: speaking of...my bathroom smelled of cabbage earlier. just like the cabbage water that Charle Bucket laments over in 'Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory." Bullets should be flying through brains soon.
a brain.
a fake brain.
a non-brain.
a faux brain.
OK, now i'm going to get up and look over into the next apartment now and see what happens.
get ready.
!!~
hmmm, i caught a glimpse of a curly-haired girl staring at something.
another girl was smoking what looked like a glass bong earlier.
i will alert the authorities, as soon as i'm mentally stable that is.
fuck america, let's be taiwan.
let's active.
fucking let's active.
what the hell kind of band name is that.
sexual healing.
secular mauling.
hotshot yearning.
for pod people.
and fuckchains.
fuck more americans.
fuck you pigfucker who is annoyed.
fuck you.
fuck your sister and my elephantine giraffe replica.
The Kitty is fast asleep.
or maybe it's the devil weed talking.
catnip, that's what i'm talking about.
Boards of Canada fucking rules.
That's it.
There's no follow-up.
Boards of Canada is everything.
obsessed i am about the BOC.
i saw my first ever BOC shirt at Coachella last weekend.
but...
i was underwhelmed.
by the shirt.
not BOC.
that makes me think...i need to go back to the Audium.
That was aurally amazing.
Boards of canada makes me think of my late 70s childhood, a simple time of watching films in class that were treacly and off.
Boards of canadas makes sounds that make me feel good.
Ha, a girl told me tonight i have good taste in music.
the same girl who pounded on her ceiling/my floor before.
i'm aware that the cops were called about a noisy disturbance earlier.
but i feel like people like my musical commentary.
obviously the girl downstairs does.
so, noisy disturbances, be damned.
i have a new mix.
i'm listening to it now.
it's fucking good.
how many people can say that?
yeah i'm fucking aware of me.
who else is going to be?
someone has to play cheerleader.
a cab just rolled by with a giant flickering toteboard atop his roof. advertising that wasn't working.
i'm sure he'll still get paid for that though.
now listening to boards of canada remixing Slag Boom Van Loom, "poppy seed."
A SF cop just rolled by slo000w----ly.
it's currently 2:15 a.m. and some change.
sexual chocolate.
a police officer.
they are going to put bullets into our brains.
i need for people to recognize.
it will happen now.
it is happening.
confidence is a virtue.
fuck the children. they are dead.
the children don't mean shit.
people are fucking right now.
you know they are. despite wanting to refute.
fuck you pissant complainer bitch.
this thneed is tasty.
you grandma dyes her hair and you know it and you won't admit it to your peers.
your peers suck.
donkey smegma.
broker/dealer is fucking good.
a car just drove by quite fast.
i bought a ketel 1 and club soda earlier.
drinking it.
the bars are closed. there is no more tonight. tonight is the afterparty.
don't you wish you could timetravel?
i do. i wish i could all the time.
Loretta Lynn sure is cute for a 70-something chick.
"High On A Mountain Top" is the song in the ear.
there are people walking on the street right now that are looking at me. probably because i'm cranking Loretta Lynn right now.
apparently, this mix is made for two people.
go loretta, honey
'folks up here know what they got,
I ain't comin' down, oh never i'm not'
loretta lynn rocks hardcore.
i still remember 'coal miner's daughter' and that shit was fucking tight.
you know what i'm saying.
loretta had to deal with hella shit back in the day.
damn.
stinkshit and then.
ladytron is on.
good.
i recall running into the asian dude from ladytron in some random bathroom in a club in montreal a few years ago.
good times.
i actually played some ladytron, 'evil', at slanted door earlier this evening.
hardee har har.
i could use a snack.
dammit.
the kitty is tired.
this must end at some point.
i could use more food.
wonder what's open now?
...
2:32 a.m.
one minute after finishing the previous post, despite the time.
i remember jon matthysse, who became jon dunbar, and somehow, different.
i recall being in his living room one time in the '80s. i went to school with him. he was very tall. i was not very tall.
somehow i kept running into him. not sure why. similar interests.
dunbar was not as good of a name.
sounded dumber.
if you have the option to choose your last name, you might as well base it predominantly on phonetics.
i mean, that's an ideal but why not.
"Cracked LCD" by Ladytron is playing. fucking hot.
cracked lcd. now there's a song title.
tonight at slanted door this guy asked me if i had any Beatles.
a rather rare request, in any circumstance.
i have Beatles remixes.
but 'they weren't his songs.'
oh well, sorry dude.
people have wierd interactions with DJs.
it's interesting being in that position and trying to get a handle on what people are trying to say and what they're actually saying.
there was this group of really loud people that were there earlier.
they were annoying. they were blocking my directional view.
to the bar.
some nights are good, some are just ok.
last night was between ok and good.
thanks.
~~
i'm getting sleepy.
ok, it is finished. as jesus said.
....
perpetua jngle love.
There's a small group of people there.
A guy just walked down the street, and left his car in the righthand corner of the intersection with the flashers on while he did whatever he did.
The Kitty is spending her first night at my place here in San Francisco.
I'm playing FannyPack's "718" right now.
It just switched over to De-Phazz's "Jim The Jinn"
It was a schizophrenic night DJing tonight at ye olde Slanted Door. Still good though.
The girl who lives below me, her name is Michelle and she's 38 and bottle blonde, like me, except i'm not 38, and we had an awkward introduction.
of course, this is the woman who pounded on the ceiling complaining when i came in one Sunday night/Monday morning at about 2 a.m.
Apparently the Police were just here to complain about loud music.
Hmm, i doubt it's my music i'm cranking right now with my windows open.
But you know, some people are trippers.
people will trip.
(the song i'm listening to right now needs to have its lyrics written down)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life.
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Blackbird, fly (x4)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
all your life.
you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird, fly (x4)
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Blackbird, fly.
Blackbird, fly.
Into the light of the dark black night...
Carry On.
Blackbird, fly. (x4)
Into the light of the dark black night...
....
A couple walking down the street just now just looked up at me, apparently because my two computer speakers are in my open window and i'm typing somewhat (but not really) oblivious to the fact that people can see me.
.....
I hear vague whispers and girls talking.
I am thinking it's coming from the apartment next to me, but i feel weird when i look over into their place and get caught because they're looking back at me.
Cuz it's clear when i'm gawking my head out of my apartment that i'm looking at the people next door when they catch me.
of course, it's especially uncomfortable when you have the window of your bathroom open and you can get a clear eyesight view of another person in the building next to you when you're peeing.
TMI ALERT: speaking of...my bathroom smelled of cabbage earlier. just like the cabbage water that Charle Bucket laments over in 'Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory." Bullets should be flying through brains soon.
a brain.
a fake brain.
a non-brain.
a faux brain.
OK, now i'm going to get up and look over into the next apartment now and see what happens.
get ready.
!!~
hmmm, i caught a glimpse of a curly-haired girl staring at something.
another girl was smoking what looked like a glass bong earlier.
i will alert the authorities, as soon as i'm mentally stable that is.
fuck america, let's be taiwan.
let's active.
fucking let's active.
what the hell kind of band name is that.
sexual healing.
secular mauling.
hotshot yearning.
for pod people.
and fuckchains.
fuck more americans.
fuck you pigfucker who is annoyed.
fuck you.
fuck your sister and my elephantine giraffe replica.
The Kitty is fast asleep.
or maybe it's the devil weed talking.
catnip, that's what i'm talking about.
Boards of Canada fucking rules.
That's it.
There's no follow-up.
Boards of Canada is everything.
obsessed i am about the BOC.
i saw my first ever BOC shirt at Coachella last weekend.
but...
i was underwhelmed.
by the shirt.
not BOC.
that makes me think...i need to go back to the Audium.
That was aurally amazing.
Boards of canada makes me think of my late 70s childhood, a simple time of watching films in class that were treacly and off.
Boards of canadas makes sounds that make me feel good.
Ha, a girl told me tonight i have good taste in music.
the same girl who pounded on her ceiling/my floor before.
i'm aware that the cops were called about a noisy disturbance earlier.
but i feel like people like my musical commentary.
obviously the girl downstairs does.
so, noisy disturbances, be damned.
i have a new mix.
i'm listening to it now.
it's fucking good.
how many people can say that?
yeah i'm fucking aware of me.
who else is going to be?
someone has to play cheerleader.
a cab just rolled by with a giant flickering toteboard atop his roof. advertising that wasn't working.
i'm sure he'll still get paid for that though.
now listening to boards of canada remixing Slag Boom Van Loom, "poppy seed."
A SF cop just rolled by slo000w----ly.
it's currently 2:15 a.m. and some change.
sexual chocolate.
a police officer.
they are going to put bullets into our brains.
i need for people to recognize.
it will happen now.
it is happening.
confidence is a virtue.
fuck the children. they are dead.
the children don't mean shit.
people are fucking right now.
you know they are. despite wanting to refute.
fuck you pissant complainer bitch.
this thneed is tasty.
you grandma dyes her hair and you know it and you won't admit it to your peers.
your peers suck.
donkey smegma.
broker/dealer is fucking good.
a car just drove by quite fast.
i bought a ketel 1 and club soda earlier.
drinking it.
the bars are closed. there is no more tonight. tonight is the afterparty.
don't you wish you could timetravel?
i do. i wish i could all the time.
Loretta Lynn sure is cute for a 70-something chick.
"High On A Mountain Top" is the song in the ear.
there are people walking on the street right now that are looking at me. probably because i'm cranking Loretta Lynn right now.
apparently, this mix is made for two people.
go loretta, honey
'folks up here know what they got,
I ain't comin' down, oh never i'm not'
loretta lynn rocks hardcore.
i still remember 'coal miner's daughter' and that shit was fucking tight.
you know what i'm saying.
loretta had to deal with hella shit back in the day.
damn.
stinkshit and then.
ladytron is on.
good.
i recall running into the asian dude from ladytron in some random bathroom in a club in montreal a few years ago.
good times.
i actually played some ladytron, 'evil', at slanted door earlier this evening.
hardee har har.
i could use a snack.
dammit.
the kitty is tired.
this must end at some point.
i could use more food.
wonder what's open now?
...
2:32 a.m.
one minute after finishing the previous post, despite the time.
i remember jon matthysse, who became jon dunbar, and somehow, different.
i recall being in his living room one time in the '80s. i went to school with him. he was very tall. i was not very tall.
somehow i kept running into him. not sure why. similar interests.
dunbar was not as good of a name.
sounded dumber.
if you have the option to choose your last name, you might as well base it predominantly on phonetics.
i mean, that's an ideal but why not.
"Cracked LCD" by Ladytron is playing. fucking hot.
cracked lcd. now there's a song title.
tonight at slanted door this guy asked me if i had any Beatles.
a rather rare request, in any circumstance.
i have Beatles remixes.
but 'they weren't his songs.'
oh well, sorry dude.
people have wierd interactions with DJs.
it's interesting being in that position and trying to get a handle on what people are trying to say and what they're actually saying.
there was this group of really loud people that were there earlier.
they were annoying. they were blocking my directional view.
to the bar.
some nights are good, some are just ok.
last night was between ok and good.
thanks.
~~
i'm getting sleepy.
ok, it is finished. as jesus said.
....
perpetua jngle love.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Detroit Techno - It's On
Well, despite the multitude of hand-wringing about Detroit's latest financial woes and the fact that Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick was named one of America's Worst Mayors by Time Magazine recently, the City has decided to go ahead with Kevin Saunderson's proposal to try and save the annual Memorial Day techno festival once again, now on its third name, Fuse-In Detroit.
The lineup looks pretty solid, actually, with Mos Def scheduled to headline one night.
I'm definitely torn about wanting to go and the reality of the amount of money i'll spend, vacation time needed to take off and such.
Plus it doesn't help that it's just four weeks away. Flights will be more expensive, to be sure.
Basically, right now, i'm leaning toward not going...but i've changed my mind before, so who knows.
Damn Detroit.
UPDATE (2:30pm):
The festival will, for the first time, charge a fee for admission.
.....
Ruining the environment is good for America
Count down the days till Bush is no longer in office and Hillary takes over
The lineup looks pretty solid, actually, with Mos Def scheduled to headline one night.
I'm definitely torn about wanting to go and the reality of the amount of money i'll spend, vacation time needed to take off and such.
Plus it doesn't help that it's just four weeks away. Flights will be more expensive, to be sure.
Basically, right now, i'm leaning toward not going...but i've changed my mind before, so who knows.
Damn Detroit.
UPDATE (2:30pm):
The festival will, for the first time, charge a fee for admission.
.....
Ruining the environment is good for America
Count down the days till Bush is no longer in office and Hillary takes over
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
If It Wasn't For You, There'd Be Nothing Left
It's true.
Don't you know?
i do.
it's true.
not boo hoo.
yoo hoo.
they be hollerin'.
with the apostrophe N.
Yes Yen.
My name is Ben.
Ken you picture that?
I did not shat.
that.
or wear a hat.
for that.
that shat.
don't do that.
she just sat.
is not a nice hat.
fuck that.
but yet...
no.
isn't that right?
tonight?
Don't you know?
i do.
it's true.
not boo hoo.
yoo hoo.
they be hollerin'.
with the apostrophe N.
Yes Yen.
My name is Ben.
Ken you picture that?
I did not shat.
that.
or wear a hat.
for that.
that shat.
don't do that.
she just sat.
is not a nice hat.
fuck that.
but yet...
no.
isn't that right?
tonight?
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Chocolate Wafers Are For Students Only
people have been talking lately.
it's weird.
considering, people never really talk anymore, what with the proliferation of ESP communication back in the 2040s.
sweet, it is.
Grandma Chicken still calls it an epic event.
But you know, people have been talking lately.
it's weird.
so i don't know what to say.
the world has gone mad and i have stayed sane.
that's a good way to characterize it.
wacky, of late, yes.
methinks exhaustion could, just maybe, play a tiny role.
it's true.
tiredness.
i mean, check this shit out right here below, which was written last Thursday night, late, on like 2 hours sleep (look at me! i'm quoting myself! yes).
"listening to "fever" again, that Adam Freeland remix of Sarah Vaughan's version of "Fever," that is.
that is my song of the week.
fucking kicks.
so it was - as the guy on the bike rode by in sync with the tunes i was listening to on the car stereo, sitting in the driveway of ol' #25 in oaktown, pumping his fist he was. he came out of nowhere, as if he were a ghost on a bicycle with a jones for pumping his fist while bikeriding.
he had a beard, a round head, somewhat dirty, and all the hair on his head was about the same length, like it had been shaven down a few months back and this was the outgrowth.
that guy.
rocking out in synch with some fever. yes indeed.
that kind of shit rocks.
emerging from the frenzied fog i am. sometimes.
weirdly empowering.
i'm fucking tired yo
sleep is the only thing."
man, BeforeTim sure was right.
i am still tired, too.
.....
i've been out sick due to a recent skullfucking incident that went awry.
and you know, awry is a cool word. fun to say, fun to type, just fun. and it's spelled phonetically, which i'm down with.
ok, not really a skullfucking incident.
though my skull did and does feel fucked.
so...
.....
i enjoy pants, even though i've committed cardinal sins in the last week by wearing the same pair of jeans twice. so maybe i stunk more than usual.
but at least i am wearing pants.
as opposed to those who are not.
those who are not wearing pants are often shot with adrenalin at the first sight of the academic scholars they deem to be a necessary part of their lives.
and damn, you know that's something.
even if pigs do get what pigs deserve.
i've been breathing in the delightful stale air all week.
reveling in a faux digital world, away from the hustle and bustle of real human interaction.
and so it is.
.....
did i forget to mention i'm the center of attention?
.....
cream-filled donuts suck.
and i hate doughnuts when spelled with the 'ugh' in the middle.
i prefer using 'donuts.'
what the fuck is up with adding that 'ugh' in the middle. it's silent.
fuck that.
was it the 'ugh' lobby who authorized that shit? who decided that donuts simply has to be more complicated.
i'm sure it was an aristocratic brit. fucking prats.
hi.
it's just better. donuts.
back to that phonetic thing, you know bitch cabby?
new tracks that are good right NOW:
slag boom van loon - "poppy seed" (BOC remix) - this song completely destroys me and melts my stress away.
fannypack - "718" - absolutely nothing what you'd expect, sort of a stripped down stomping bluesy - think led zeppelin's "boogie with stu" ("physical graffiti") combined with the jon spencer blues explosion and a vaguely slow old school ska beat. fP is alright.
sarah vaughan (adam freeland rmx) "fever" - another stomper, guaranteed dancefloor-filler. just fucking rocks.
m.i.a. - "amazon" - not as raucous as most of the other tracks on "arular" (a great record, btw!), but more complex and offbeat, cool sort of clinking percussion and beat programming. spooky vocals too.
beck - "broken drum (BOC remix)"
quasimoto "greenery" - Lord Quas decrees you should smoke much more bud. So sayeth the Lord.
sorry, i was going to get more of those links but i've been too goddamn busy to do such foolish shit monsignor.
.....
i'm against angst.
.....
Bush's indispensable toy:
First iPod - President's player features eclectic list of downloaded tunes
people are making a big deal because "my sharona" on his ipod.
...which, is kind of ironic, considering that in 1979, when that song was released, i had purchased the 7-inch single (we called 'em "45s" back in the day) via my hard-earned allowence and wouldn't you know it, there was some sort of guttery new wave looking chick (think Joan Jett but less butch) with big ol' titties wearing a see-through wifebeater (even then, breasts were kind of an obsession. hmm).
though i had purchased the single singularly for the song. The Knack were huge for about a minute and a half in 1979.
i remember.
funny, i didn't know they were from Detroit though, and i grew up on the other side of the state, in the land of Galilee. just like jesus.
ok not really.
though yes like jesus.
.....
It's a Total Eclipse Of Sanity
it's weird.
considering, people never really talk anymore, what with the proliferation of ESP communication back in the 2040s.
sweet, it is.
Grandma Chicken still calls it an epic event.
But you know, people have been talking lately.
it's weird.
so i don't know what to say.
the world has gone mad and i have stayed sane.
that's a good way to characterize it.
wacky, of late, yes.
methinks exhaustion could, just maybe, play a tiny role.
it's true.
tiredness.
i mean, check this shit out right here below, which was written last Thursday night, late, on like 2 hours sleep (look at me! i'm quoting myself! yes).
"listening to "fever" again, that Adam Freeland remix of Sarah Vaughan's version of "Fever," that is.
that is my song of the week.
fucking kicks.
so it was - as the guy on the bike rode by in sync with the tunes i was listening to on the car stereo, sitting in the driveway of ol' #25 in oaktown, pumping his fist he was. he came out of nowhere, as if he were a ghost on a bicycle with a jones for pumping his fist while bikeriding.
he had a beard, a round head, somewhat dirty, and all the hair on his head was about the same length, like it had been shaven down a few months back and this was the outgrowth.
that guy.
rocking out in synch with some fever. yes indeed.
that kind of shit rocks.
emerging from the frenzied fog i am. sometimes.
weirdly empowering.
i'm fucking tired yo
sleep is the only thing."
man, BeforeTim sure was right.
i am still tired, too.
.....
i've been out sick due to a recent skullfucking incident that went awry.
and you know, awry is a cool word. fun to say, fun to type, just fun. and it's spelled phonetically, which i'm down with.
ok, not really a skullfucking incident.
though my skull did and does feel fucked.
so...
.....
i enjoy pants, even though i've committed cardinal sins in the last week by wearing the same pair of jeans twice. so maybe i stunk more than usual.
but at least i am wearing pants.
as opposed to those who are not.
those who are not wearing pants are often shot with adrenalin at the first sight of the academic scholars they deem to be a necessary part of their lives.
and damn, you know that's something.
even if pigs do get what pigs deserve.
i've been breathing in the delightful stale air all week.
reveling in a faux digital world, away from the hustle and bustle of real human interaction.
and so it is.
.....
did i forget to mention i'm the center of attention?
.....
cream-filled donuts suck.
and i hate doughnuts when spelled with the 'ugh' in the middle.
i prefer using 'donuts.'
what the fuck is up with adding that 'ugh' in the middle. it's silent.
fuck that.
was it the 'ugh' lobby who authorized that shit? who decided that donuts simply has to be more complicated.
i'm sure it was an aristocratic brit. fucking prats.
hi.
it's just better. donuts.
back to that phonetic thing, you know bitch cabby?
new tracks that are good right NOW:
slag boom van loon - "poppy seed" (BOC remix) - this song completely destroys me and melts my stress away.
fannypack - "718" - absolutely nothing what you'd expect, sort of a stripped down stomping bluesy - think led zeppelin's "boogie with stu" ("physical graffiti") combined with the jon spencer blues explosion and a vaguely slow old school ska beat. fP is alright.
sarah vaughan (adam freeland rmx) "fever" - another stomper, guaranteed dancefloor-filler. just fucking rocks.
m.i.a. - "amazon" - not as raucous as most of the other tracks on "arular" (a great record, btw!), but more complex and offbeat, cool sort of clinking percussion and beat programming. spooky vocals too.
beck - "broken drum (BOC remix)"
quasimoto "greenery" - Lord Quas decrees you should smoke much more bud. So sayeth the Lord.
sorry, i was going to get more of those links but i've been too goddamn busy to do such foolish shit monsignor.
.....
i'm against angst.
.....
Bush's indispensable toy:
First iPod - President's player features eclectic list of downloaded tunes
people are making a big deal because "my sharona" on his ipod.
...which, is kind of ironic, considering that in 1979, when that song was released, i had purchased the 7-inch single (we called 'em "45s" back in the day) via my hard-earned allowence and wouldn't you know it, there was some sort of guttery new wave looking chick (think Joan Jett but less butch) with big ol' titties wearing a see-through wifebeater (even then, breasts were kind of an obsession. hmm).
though i had purchased the single singularly for the song. The Knack were huge for about a minute and a half in 1979.
i remember.
funny, i didn't know they were from Detroit though, and i grew up on the other side of the state, in the land of Galilee. just like jesus.
ok not really.
though yes like jesus.
.....
It's a Total Eclipse Of Sanity
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Division In The Rank & File
At least you have people to be with, things to look forward to, and shit to deal with.
my god, at least you have that shit.
let my people go.
let's rehash my brain and yet, not.
for it's all different until you have kids.
everything is tired, everything is repetition, everything is stolen from everyone, everything is unoriginal, everything is lame.
life fucking rules.
Ha Ha, It sure is Fun being a hipster and able to make fun of minute elements of our culture
a.k.a. i am he as you are me and we are all together.
Ha Ha, More Things To Worry About
a.k.a. i am a geek as you are a geek and we are all geeks together
Confused Cops Swarm Woman After Birth
a.k.a. ha ha, aren't cops stupid? <'story'>
Man drives wrong way on Bay Bridge, crashes into Lake Merritt
a.k.a. ha ha, aren't people stupid?
Scientists Artificially Inseminate Whale
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't science cool/weird?
Clean your monitor - Cheap and Fast!
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't the internet great?
50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't New York self-absorbed?
.....
playing music loudly so people on the street can hear it. don't you love/hate that? me too.
don't be sad.
getting higher by oneself is so lame/cool.
putting spaces in front of and after slashes is so cool / lame.
'Catching Up With ...' / 'Greatest Hits' is cool/lame.
being by oneself is so cool/lame.
Ampersands are so lame & cool.
being narcissistic is so cool/lame/cool.
wearing underwear is so lame/cool.
being cold is so lame/cool.
wearing hats is so cool/lame.
that last sentence is so lame/cool.
the end of a cd is quite lame/cool.
ending this is lame/cool.
.....
my parents have been visiting me here for the last week.
they left last night.
it feels like it will be a week i'll always remember.
though it's weird, you don't always know an experience is going to be in the Highlights File.
but i will always remember it.
for the most part, everything turned out great. we had a whirlwind week with my parents, for it was important to give them a real taste of San Francisco, not just the normal tourist trip consisting largely of Fisherman's LameAss Wharf, Alcatraz, Napa, and all the rest.
you understand what i'm staying.
i got to show them my life.
how i live. why i left the midwest for the still-glorious SF Yay Area.
all of it.
we accomplished most of what we wanted them to see.
got a little taste of everything.
so yeah, cool.
having reality sock you in the face once in a while is a good thing.
yes yes ya'll.
and you don't stop ...
you keep on keepin' on
my god, at least you have that shit.
let my people go.
let's rehash my brain and yet, not.
for it's all different until you have kids.
everything is tired, everything is repetition, everything is stolen from everyone, everything is unoriginal, everything is lame.
life fucking rules.
Ha Ha, It sure is Fun being a hipster and able to make fun of minute elements of our culture
a.k.a. i am he as you are me and we are all together.
Ha Ha, More Things To Worry About
a.k.a. i am a geek as you are a geek and we are all geeks together
Confused Cops Swarm Woman After Birth
a.k.a. ha ha, aren't cops stupid? <'story'>
Man drives wrong way on Bay Bridge, crashes into Lake Merritt
a.k.a. ha ha, aren't people stupid?
Scientists Artificially Inseminate Whale
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't science cool/weird?
Clean your monitor - Cheap and Fast!
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't the internet great?
50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers
a.k.a. ha ha, isn't New York self-absorbed?
.....
playing music loudly so people on the street can hear it. don't you love/hate that? me too.
don't be sad.
getting higher by oneself is so lame/cool.
putting spaces in front of and after slashes is so cool / lame.
'Catching Up With ...' / 'Greatest Hits' is cool/lame.
being by oneself is so cool/lame.
Ampersands are so lame & cool.
being narcissistic is so cool/lame/cool.
wearing underwear is so lame/cool.
being cold is so lame/cool.
wearing hats is so cool/lame.
that last sentence is so lame/cool.
the end of a cd is quite lame/cool.
ending this is lame/cool.
.....
my parents have been visiting me here for the last week.
they left last night.
it feels like it will be a week i'll always remember.
though it's weird, you don't always know an experience is going to be in the Highlights File.
but i will always remember it.
for the most part, everything turned out great. we had a whirlwind week with my parents, for it was important to give them a real taste of San Francisco, not just the normal tourist trip consisting largely of Fisherman's LameAss Wharf, Alcatraz, Napa, and all the rest.
you understand what i'm staying.
i got to show them my life.
how i live. why i left the midwest for the still-glorious SF Yay Area.
all of it.
we accomplished most of what we wanted them to see.
got a little taste of everything.
so yeah, cool.
having reality sock you in the face once in a while is a good thing.
yes yes ya'll.
and you don't stop ...
you keep on keepin' on
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