An Indian Too told me that tropical should be on the list of trends I put in the poll. I can’t see why not. The sun is still high in the Northern Hemi. On a good day it reaches deep into the infrared and pumps vitamin D into the appreciative dull skin that hangs between our knees and our tube socks. What can we do with fleeting heating? David Byrne tricked the tropical music gods into blessing his Make Believe Mambo. It ends up a really nice poser jam. Byrne? You don’t smell of sun tan lotion and wild dogs! You aren’t tropical.
A lot has been written about these choral boys. They must have been at one of The Band’s county fair appearances. Do you see similarities in the shine of their boots? I was kicking a river rock down a dusty path and I realized that I was actually at my desk studying Couette flow and listening to their new record Fate. Hold on, why are there foxtails in my socks!
This album is the closest I will ever come to traveling outer space. Too tall to be an astronaut, I rely on the imagination of Netherlands-based electronic music pioneer Tom Dissevelt. Under the molten odor of fresh solder, Tom and his technician tweaked knobs on function generators searching for the right level of vacuum solitude and plasmon excitement. The full title of the album is Fantasy In Orbit: An Astronaut’s Impressions While Orbiting Earth (1964).
On a more planetary note, I am playing records on Wednesday night {tomorrow} in Oakland. The Mile High Club on MLK and 37th. Come over and check it out. Expect bar food, megativity, friends, cheap drank, bad boys, and me.
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That says it all. All those too tough to shake a leg can’t find time to read this blog. They are too busy crushing our readers’ glasses, picking up the shards of broken lenses, and using them to shave.
In honor of the dancing prancers who visit this dot com I updated my muxtape
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In 1997 INOJ (pronounced “I know J”) released her cover of Ready For the World’s “Love You Down.” Its success can be measured by the level of frustration it generated in the world of middle school dance chaperoning. Covert OTP(HJ’s and FB’s) still write this song drunken 5 am SMS’s. They are best buds, forever tied by an emotional bond formed in awkward bodies poisoned with hormones.
INOJ also covered the song “Time After Time” but did not record “My Boo.” This myth pops up in itunes libraries because of some SoSoDef-Dumb-and Blind dweeb who uploaded his blooper on napster.
(OTP - Over The Pants…)
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This song has got grappling hooks man. It snuck up, dipped in pitch black crushed velvet, behind the exotic pet warehouse and busted in. Smoke poured from the mouths of the albino alligators and the toucan’s eyes glowed like opals. Siamese twin orangutans led the crowd in a coordinated grind mash.
The Monks are a rock band from the 60s and they totally shred. I don’t even know what to say. Just read the Wikipedia article and it spells it all out: the Army, existentialism, shaved heads, all black, noose-neckties. Also, check out the Google Images page for them. Wild looking dudes.
Just a quick little something to post this good-time-summer-fun jam. Go ahead, listen to the Biz falsetto the Hell out of some Sir Reginald Kenneth Dwight and not be in a better mood. Go ahead, try it, you sourpuss
This video from themeaningofdope.com got me all giddy. The content over there has many seasoned rapterneters gushing. My contribution is a little trinket from Heiroglyphics’ “You Never Knew” 12″. This Domino remix added touches of spaghetti western-esque guitar and a hypnotic bass to the crew cut. Listening to this song is like reading notes in an old yearbook. Page me this summer!
It is so like you guys to vote Prince the most freakiest. How many of yall were on Kells jury? They acquit a child pornographer and condemn a Jehovah’s Witness online. Hide in anonymity while you can you stone-casting mirror-dodging critics.
Trina didn’t win the award but she maintained baddest bitchdom over Adina (my vote). Here are two Trina songs. One is from 2000 with Silk the Shocker and the other is a familiar joint with Ludacris.
Egyptian Lover is finally making his pwny debut with two freak driven epics. “Girls” is nearly ten minutes of elustro cat calls. “Voices” takes nightlife to the loony bin or maybe the other way around. Egyptian Lover rocked a surgeon’s outfit to the club, played records at +8, and hand-spun “Planet Rock” in reverse. Stop Smiling won my favor by writing this article/interview on Egyptian Lover.
I forget where I first saw this, but I watched it like 20 times a day for two weeks, and then it got deleted. Fast forward 8 months or so, The Brilliance posted a link to another video, and now I’m back on the train. It’s just so good. Great concept, great execution. There are like 20 more, which I have to yet to peruse. I’m too busy watching this one.
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