Deuxième

when i first started boxing, my coach would always correct my chin: "chin down! keep your chin down!" when your chin is tucked, your shoulders provide cover from blind spots (left hooks if you're an orthodox fighter). this is important because a knock to the chin dazes or KOs. like most people, i don't learn from someone just telling me. the first time i got hit with a blinding left hook on the chin, i saw stars and my mood turned from being up to wanting to give up. (also, getting hit doesn't make me angry... or most other boxers for that matter. because anger blinds and drains your energy more than anything (not breathing has the same affect)).
i was an out-fighter... which means i stayed on the outside, jabbed, tried not to get hit, and used my feet to evade the space my opponent was trying to close in on me. the more i trained, the more i realized the lessons i was learning weren't just for boxing. maybe i'm stretching for this, but lessons are lessons and i believe the things i learned about myself are as true outside of boxing. i don't like letting people get too close (figuratively and literally), and i still haven't learned my lesson with keeping the most vulnerable part of me protected. moods can change so fast from taking a knock, that it just makes you want to give in and give up.
it's about 2:30pm and a'll i've done so far is eat a bagel with nutella, drank some arabica coffee, and watched half of a movie. i'm trying to think of ways to make this post and day not so gloom. maybe i'll eat the left over pizza from yesterday (because pizza is medicine for everything). PRIZZA TIME!



moonbeams - radio san francisco

keep

catching up on july and wanting august to get here so september will pass so i can live in october for a month. the fall, man. it reminds me of things i miss. sitting on the front porch with a book, but not reading it because i'm too occupied watching people drive/walk by. i miss seeing random people. not that i want to talk to them. i just like seeing people from where i live. that was my favorite part about sf - just sitting in front of my apartment building watching people (not staring... because that's creepy). same for when i lived in il. and the same for when i stayed with my grandma in guadalajara.
there are things i've learned about myself living where the burbs meet the sticks - i miss being left alone in a crowd. there are no crowds here. no busy streets. no people to look at walking by (except the occasional mom or dad walking their dog). only walgreens and houses with families who stay inside till they have to leave the house for work or groceries. i really hope this isn't coming across as me being sad... because i'm not. i just miss things and i'm having an existential crisis in bed listening to music that resonates because right now i'm playing a waiting game for a few different things... wondering if they even matter. one is out of my hands, while the other i'll probably wait till it's too late. there's a line in a movie (i'll be as vague as i want. though google is a great ruiner) that gets me every time: "life's funny. to a kid, time always drags. suddenly you're 50." i think about that sometimes. then i think about my father (being in his 50s) and how he tells me to not be like him (dragging his feet)... then i think about my mother, who also tells me to not be like my father. the problem is, i think i am like him. we daydream and make plans all day then wonder where the time went.

just d/l this because if you're here, you'll probably like it. (the lyrics are tagged in each song because).

keep (because it's my favorite)

meeeeeeeelting into (blind spots)

either because of the food i ate earlier or something else (i won't lie... it's something else).

bleh

these things happen from the blind side (my right eye) like a semi truck plowing bees into my stomach.



be forest - cold

comma placent

i heard someone say 'ninja turtle shit' at the store today. it made me laugh. but did he mean a turd from a ninja turtle or a ninja turtle product or something? no one will ever know. it's like when someone says "i'm a grown ass man." do they mean they're a grown man, they are a grown ass(hole) and addressing the person they're telling as man, or are they reflecting on how much they really like grown butts? i guess it all depends on where the comma goes.
on the way to store i was behind a honda accord and thought: what if it was also an accordion? it could be a honda accordion. like, when it crashes it could collapse like an accordion and make a sound. this is what happens when you're an aging non-social idiot. you'll turn into me. so don't be like me. you all have very bright futures and i don't want to see them go to waste. hugs and kisses. except no hugs or kisses because don't touch me.

and for the tunes.

earlier i was on soulseek and noticed someone grabbing something from me i didn't recognize. so i listened to it... and i'm still listening to it (over and over, because it's nice as eff). if you like acheron (see precious post), you'll probably like this.



paul hares - blurred

middle of things

fell asleep at midnight and woke up 45 minutes ago, light on, door open, mouth open, one sock on, coughing on my drool because i fell asleep on my back and my nose is stuffy (allergies have had their way for a few days now). there's a mosquito bugging the shit out of me and the dog is taking up the middle of the bed, snoring like she needs some type of apnea device. oh and it's hot in my room. but everything is okay, you know why? because the dog just crawled under my bed so i now have room for my legs. she doesn't like it when i play music when she's trying to sleep. it's my passive aggressive way of making the little shit move. like, i feel bad scooting her over, but i don't feel bad if she moves herself. i realize this attitude is shitty and being passive aggressive to a dog is even shittier, but like i said, it's hot in here and i can't sleep if she's all up on my legs being all warm. i hope it's not so hot under my bed. stay cool, little friend.

speaking of cool...



29

do overs

i wish i could go back in time and not buy the peaches i bought yesterday. they taste like apples... but bad. why stop at the most recent poor decision? i don't know how far back i'd go. maybe high school? i'd probably try harder and pay attention. and not try to slick my hair back or wear dickies. high school photos are the worst. luckily they're all on film because digital wasn't really a thing 86 years ago. i guess i would say the same for my first round of college... except for the slicked back hair thing (that will never happen again). i probably would have benefitted from trying (or going to class). even after college - i wish i would have tried harder at a few things. one would be staying in sf. the other, not being so naive to people's intentions. the funny thing about writing these posts so late is falling asleep between sentences and having mini dreams. i know i questioned if dreams are at all telling in my last post, but i feel they are. the subconscious is probably the most honest thing about us.

for the first time in a while, i'm not sure what to post for the reason i have so much i want to post. i'll start with sea dweller, because i'm listening to them right now. think slowdive... that's all. they sound like slowdive. and that's a good thing.



sea dweller - Signs Of A Perfect Disaster

dream things

the past couple of days my dreams have been pretty vivid. so vivid i don't remember if someone told me in real life or in my dream that i could see the craters on the super moon. i know i didn't see the craters while i was awake, but i do remember seeing them in my dream... which is problematic when trying to discern if the conversations really happened. funny how just typing that, i figured out what the dream was about (if dreams do actually mean anything). jung would probably shake my face for my parenthesis. i'd be like, "carl, chill. what's real anyway, carl? carl, am i awake? carl... carl, what's reality? carl, what's realty? how do i become a real estate agent, carl? is the housing market still on the decline, carl? how am i talking to you, carl? you were dead before my mom was alive. this is not possible, smart guy." then i'd wake up weirded out by dreaming about a blog post about dreams. this is my life, guys. i go crazy and you guys get music i like. i hope this deal works for everyone.

so instead of posting a zip file, i'm posting a couple of videos that caught my attention this morning. the first one is by soko and the second by binkbeats. peeep game, you all.

the Ps apply pressure

how bad is it that my mom is trying to set me up on dates? very bad. i haven't even moved back and they're already pushing their agenda. trying to avoid this particular conversation with my parents, my little sister jumps in to save me: "she's not right for him. they're not the same. she's not cool and she doesn't like wolves." i don't know about the wolves part, but i guess that means my sister thinks i'm cool. at least someone does.

in lieu of me actually being cool, hip hop will always fill that void. (i already posted pt.1 on 8-tracks under a different name, but whatever, right?)



various - in lieu of cool pt.1
1. Charizma and Peanutbutter Wolf - methods
2. Miilkbone - keep it real
3. Crooklyn Dodgers '95 - return of the crooklyn dodgers
4. Afu-Ra - whirlwind thru cities
5. All Natural - renaissance
6. Digable Planets - black ego
7. All Natural - it's okay
8. King Geedorah - next levels (feat. Lil' Sci, ID 4 Winds & Stahhr)
9. A Tribe Called Quest - jazz (we've got)
10. Mood - karma
11. Bahamadia - uknowhowwedu

"a team of bumblebees"

a mix dedicated to gordon cole and things you can't control.

the majority of these songs won't be new to most of you. but some are pretty new to me. and that's okay.



various - a team of bumblebees (we all know the feeling)

1.girls - death in vegas
2.sometimes - my bloody valentine
3.breathless - young prisms
4.when the sun hits - slowdive
5.dawning - tamaryn
6.land beyond the sun (demo) - flying saucer attack
7.rapt - native korean rock
8.around my smile - hope sandoval & the warm inventions
9.i'm waiting here (feat. lykke li) - david lynch
10.broken drum (boards of canada remix) - beck
11.everything you do is a balloon (excerpt) - boards of canada
12.halo (feat. abigail wyles) - benjamin damage & doc daneeka

p.s. it's all one track because i wanted to make it flow and tape-like.
p.p.s. in case you need a reference b/c twin peaks might be foreign to some of you

guuuuuuuusto ci-eeeegoooo and little bit of amor de jóvenes (perrito)

b/c i can't control these kinds of things.

anyway, i was supposed to be in sf today, but forgot there's a bb living in the house that can't take of herself because dogs don't have thumbs. that was my first thought waking up from the nap i just took. i'm kind of in a haze and my heart is pounding because because because ___ (i'mananxiousguysometimes). i can never be mad at the pup pup though. i'll just resent her like a disappointed parent. can't wait to fill her bowl with bits of resentment flavored dog food. joking, guys! geeeeeeezus. i love this little shit. I LUH THIS LIL BB SHIT.

alright, so here's a pretty nice beat oriented album perfect for the post-nap haze state. homie goes by conehead and comes to us by way of Kaohsiung City, Taiwan. ch-check le beeeeeats.



conehead - Obscure/晦涩(bandcamp link... it's free, you guys)
(alt link in case homie runs out of free D/Ls)

fllluuuusterrrringsssssss

been happening. sorry, i won't elaborate. you know what? i'm not sorry. because sorry is for suckers and i'm not a sucker. (not really. sometimes it's good to be sorry.)

so the drummer from craft spells put out a solo effort and i'm digging it. kind of what i've been needing. for some reason/every reason i listen to some depressing shit during the hot months. no thanks, homie. i'd rather it be spring or fall and i have allergies. do people say autumn? it's been a while since i've heard someone say autumn. aaaannnyway, this album sounds how summer should feel... not dark - though the lyrics might suggest some heavier feelings.

i hate when i feel like i'm writing shit posts. not that i have nothing to say - there's just some things i want to keep. i promise the reward of copping this album is worth reading some bullshit. but if you read this and don't grab the album, you are a sucker. and if you don't even read the posts and just download, you win, but i'll consider you a shithead. do shitheads win? (yes)



hibou - dunes ep (free on bandcamp)
alt link (in case dude runs out of free downloads)

i lost track of the days..

and forgot what day it was. this is not good. or maybe it is. yo no se. what is time???????????????????????????? i'm slowly going insane and that's okay. my little sister keeps posting on facebook about how bored she is... i tell her to go think about something. think about space or infinity or something like that. my aim is to make her a nihilist by the time she's 12. joking, guys; i'm sure she'll reach that conclusion by herself. then i can make fun of her boredom on a different level.

alight, so none of that had anything to do with what i'm posting. i guess that's fitting. maybe i'm hoping the next time i see my little sister, she's wearing all black and listening to htrk.



htrk - nostalgia

watching black power mixtape and my roommate walks in and says "Angela Davis? wasn't she on that mtv show?..." no man, she wasn't. i remember reading live from death row in homeroom and buying 'let's get free' after 8th period c++ programming class... knowing at an early age who Angela Davis was. i'm trying to think why my roommate doesn't know. i guess he's never had to know. he never experienced oppression or racism directed in his direction. not that i have experienced it to the capacity people with darker skin have... or the way my dad has growing up (being called wetback, spic, and various other racial slurs... his family growing up in the "camp" because Mexicans weren't allowed to buy houses in white neighborhoods), but i know to an extent. when a tsa agent tells you to step aside after returning to the country (i wasn't even getting on a plane - i was getting off the plane!) and another agent takes you to a side room full of people who, from first glance, look Middle Eastern, takes your passport, and begins to ask you question after question about motives for leaving the country, i think it changes your view of how racism is imprinted in the infrastructure of our society. honestly, i think it had a lot to do with my name over the way i look... though the flight attendant asked if i needed translator... so i don't know.
so i'm going to post two albums. both represent the same struggle, but at different times



max roach - we insist! freedom now suite



dead prez - let's get free

good night/good morning

one for when i go to sleep at night and another for when i wake up in the a.m. and fall back to sleep.

the thing about tape loops is you can hear the tape deteriorate. each time the loop passes through the head, it loses something and the loop becomes slightly different until it's no longer audible. kind of makes the perfect sleep music. my foreign policy professor would always say "kind of" before stating a fact. it made learning from him somewhat confusing. so i guess i should say 'these recordings make perfect sleep music' and drop the "kind of."




William Basinski - The Disintegration Loops
William Basinski - The Disintegration Loops II

sleep s'il vous plaît

can't sleep. i keep thinking about stuff. it feels like the summer of 2007. i listened to a lot of music on my back that summer - got to know the floor and ceiling really well.

colleen's latest is my can't sleep soundtrack at the moment. i like it, but it feels different from from her previous releases. it's faster and there are vocals (which i have mixed feelings about... especially since it makes it harder to sleep to). regardless, i can't help but listen to it. the instrumentation is beautiful and she captures a mood i enjoy in modern classical (but for real, some of these vocals aren't hitting me... i'm picky about textural vocals being on top of the mix).



colleen

bio pics pt. II

just got done skyping with one of my former co-workers from home (again, not friends). and after talking about some stuff, i came to conclusion i needed to post something here. something about wanting things i can't have. that's the best because you never have to worry about rejection if you already know you can't have whatever it is you want. people, i found a way around rejection. it's fool proof. this is how you win and lose at the same time... and that's the title of my bio pic.

i was going to post some African music, but i feel like posting something else because i'm not really in the mood for janka nabay right now - it's not night music. i also wanted to post iii by the alps, but i don't have the cd on me. so i'll post an album with one of my favorite sleep-time tracks instead (1/1). good night, people.



brian eno - ambient 1/music for airports

it's friday night... so i blog

this week has been pretty eventful. the house got a new roommate, a friend from back home came to visit my other roommate (but we're all friends, so we all hung out), i had a phone interview, decided to go back to school... what else... my hair was poofy today... somedays i can't help it. before the first show i had with my band/group from back home, one of my friends told me my hair was "nappy as hell." i was like "i know, man." i blame my dad. he's got that curls in his hair. i just got that waves in my hair. how did i get to talking about this??? i like how the most inconsequential event of the week took precedence over everything that matters.

so the dog fell asleep ON my computer and i feel bad waking her up, but she has to move so i can type, because she gets to sleep all day. i get to sleep all day too, but that's called depression.

how about some music... i've been on a hip hop kick lately. something about this weather and being nostalgic. i don't know, man. there's a lot i feel like saying, but BUT BUTT BUTTS BUTTSSS

casino vs japan isn't hip hop, but it's late and i'll probably make a hip hop mix on 8tracks and watch peep show and eat some cereal and think and forget about commas then sleep. (also, i really like this album right now... some tracks more than others, but the mood fits)



casino versus japan - Hitori + Kaiso 1998-2001

i like how the dog just squeezed behind me on the couch like i'm not even effing here, backed out of netflix, and is now kicking me. effing jerk.

this post deserves something dope.
everything deserves something dope (except for this stupid dog).

first love

i was 10 or 11 the first time i heard digable planets. shit blew my mind. vh1 was having a best of the year countdown and 'rebirth of slick (cool like dat)' came on... i think it was the first time i fell in love with music. the jazz, the beat, the cool as eff MCs. everything about this kind of music called my name. i remember my parents buying the tape for me in chicago... they even let me play it over the stereo in the car on the way home. i was, of course, too young to understand the things the three emcees were rapping about, but it didn't matter. a year later, my dad entertained and solidified my love of jazz in hip hop and bought me guru's jazzmatazz on cd for my birthday (it was the first cd i ever owned). i remember unwrapping it and thinking how much i knew i was going to love listening to this album. around the same time, 'blowout comb' came out and i had my own money (lawn mowing money) to buy whatever music i wanted. i remember being in chicago again, seeing a record store (coconuts) from the car, asking my parents to please stop there, going straight for the rap section, and buying 'blowout comb' on cd. shit, man... i still love that album. thank you, dad. and thank you, digable planets. now i'm going to post your album on my blog like a shithead. i'm sorry. i guess i'm not sorry, because if i was, i wouldn't be posting it. but this isn't my link. i feel somewhat justified, but not really. i guess what i can feel justified about is your tour manager being a complete dick to me in chicago. i was just a dude with a digable planets tour poster, when some dickhead (their tour manager) grabs it and gives it to a pretty girl in the crowd. I WILL NEVER FORGET. THAT WAS MY POSTER, YOU ASSFUCKTURD. IF I EVER SEE YOU, I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND THROW IT INTO THE SUN. but really, i don't remember what he looks like and i probably wouldn't say anything (because i'm not really a violent person and it's not that important). my palms and underarms would just get sweaty as eff and i would wonder why i wore a grey shirt when i know how bad it looks when sweat from my underarms bleeds through grey. always bring a cardigan when you wear grey shirts, guys.



digable planets - blowout comb

living on your lonesome

i think tomorrow i'm going to go to the grocery store just so i can talk to a human being with my voice. even if it's just them asking how i'm doing and me replying "good (bored)! how are you?" there's one guy who always tries to crack jokes... i'm going to get in his line. a while ago i bought some thin mints and a cadbury easter egg and dude said "whoa, looks like a party tonight." to which i replied "yeah, man, it's going to get really weird." i don't think it was an odd response, but he didn't have anything to say back. maybe no one tries to joke back with him. that's sad. i'm hoping that little interaction doesn't make for a simple transaction tomorrow. i don't even know what i'm going to buy. maybe some bread so tomorrow i can make sandwiches for the rest of the week. that's what people do when they live by themselves, right? my roommate will be back wednesday. don't worry about me, guys. if i don't end up going to the store, i'm going to try to make friends from home skype with me. and if that doesn't work out, i'm going to make an okcupid profile and get anxiety from the thought of being rejected by girls i don't message <--- that's a joke by the way... i'd rather blog about being bored)



narvu. - Jazza[我]Jazz.BeatTape_Side_A

bio pics

yesterday and today have been weird ones. the thought of moving back home is starting to sink in more and more - the thought of letting it become a reality is unsettling. i skyped with my ex (of two years ago) last night. she cried. girls never (at least she never did) tell you why they're crying. that's fine. i think i already knew. and maybe i didn't want to talk about it. there's a reason people break up (THREE TIMES)... and it's usually because they don't belong together. but shit, man, i've been over it for a loooooong time and don't want to have to deal with this kind of stuff. i like being friends, but that might not work. this is dumb and personal, but i need an outlet because my roommates are gone (one is in Dubai, the other is in illinois... the S is silent, guys) and the only being to keep me company is the dog. most likely, i probably won't talk to anyone til one of my roommates get back. changing subjects is easy. the original plan was to post broken social scene - feel good lost, but i got sidetracked this morning and listened to three do make say think albums. in 2004 i took a train to new mexico and listened to goodbye enemy airship the landlord is dead pretty much the whole way there and back. there was a troop of boyscouts on the train who apparently thought i was a musician from ny. kids are funny. i could probably type the rest of my life story, but i don't know you guys and doubt most of you would care to read about how unsmooth i am when it comes to trying to date... or how the one time i tried to approach a girl, i started choking on the water i was trying to drink and just walked away. i want adam goldberg or gael garcia bernal to play as me in my yet to be conceived bio pic. last year my old coworker (not my friend) payed me the biggest compliment and said i was like a mix of the two... thank you coworker. efffff, i ramble.



do make say think - goodbye enemy airship the landlord is dead

at all

it's been two weeks since i've posted anything. it's not that there isn't anything to post, i just haven't had anything to say. so it's perfect this post is about a band called nothing. gaze away, creeps.



nothing - downward years to come

699742 / 628315 / 717228 / 936557 / 813386 / 519225

there is some controversy about whether this is really a BoC release. i think it is (though my speculation on the 2nd volume is pretty high). here's one account of the authenticity of the cassetes: my girlfriend stole my shit and tried to sell it on ebay

i know you can't believe everything you read on the internet - "bonjour"



BoC - a few old tunes vol. 1 & 2

sleep things

i've tried watching a couple movies on netflix, but i got bored within the first two minutes. i kind of wish it was raining right now. it would go perfect with these tunes. a part of me wishes i was home too. i want to lay on the floor and fall asleep with my headphones on.
there isn't much i know about yuko ikoma. the bio on her website is in japanese... but from the little Japanese i do know (the translate button. i don't know Japanese at all), i can gather she plays many instruments and uses music boxes to compose her tracks. guys, this stuff is delicate and pretty. i've been listening to it as i type this and i'm going to say this is the most relaxed i've been all day.


yuko ikoma - esquisse (wind bell)

friday nights

here's some music.

rainer veil - struck ep

perverted monks & mike tyson

today i decided i'm going to be a monk. all i'd have to do all day is think about shit and do pushups. kind of like what i do anyway. i realize that sounds like prison, but i'm not cut out to stand up to a dude who wants to eat my pudding. i don't even really like pudding. what am i talking about? dating and relationships. that's what i'm talking about.

i should probably post some ambient type shit to coincide with this mood i'm in, but naaaaaaaah. fLako is pretty tight and everyone should hear this dude's music.

p.s. when i was in my early 20's i made a deal with myself that if i wasn't with anyone by the time i hit 35, i would become a monk. not that i'm giving up... i've actually thought about it a lot and would/will if i feel it's for me when the time comes. (4 more years).
p.p.s. if you're a girl and know what i'm referencing in this post's title, talk me out of becoming a monk. send me a link to that third eye blind song and tell me i'm worth waiting for. lolololololololololololololol. i'm going crazy.

fLako - eclosure

sacra hella mento, ca

so i moved to the sacramento area very recently. it's tight here. the music scene is kind of popping. maybe it's because everything is new... i don't know. i've met only a few people so far, but they've been cool as hell... or "hella cool" (that's how people talk out here). they say hella. hella, this hella that, hella hella, helicopter... cool, man.

before i moved out here, i checked to see what the hip hop scene was like. some very promising shit is going on here. peep game.

friday nights are wasted on friday nights

sitting next the dog watching comedy central on a friday night. i have one headphone in and i'm listening to some real smooth shit. what's up ladies? how are you? i'm good. my hands are wet because i just washed them... they're not sweaty or anything. let me be honest, they're sweating. sorry. i don't wear deodorant... my underarms are sweating too. my last girl said i smelled like beans or burritos. i was like 'girl, you're kind of being racist right now.' she was 'naw man.' it's cool though, i'm watching comedy central on a friday night with a puppy named isla. peep game, guys.

jody - magique

for real though, this is only $1 on their bandcamp. check em.

drums for your mums

one of the best examples of drum production on an album (of this genre) i've listened to. i'm not even going to mention the name of the album or artist name, because this shit has been taken down everywhere i've seen. so just trust me on this. if you like drums and hip hop beats, peep game. if you don't like drums or hip hop beats, you can probably eat a bowl of shit. play it loud (airhorns)!
here's the cover art though:

download
p.s. track two blew me away

heavyweights

in the midst of not having a computer for a year, i forgot about so much music i used to enjoy. this is probably one i shouldn't have forgotten about. i'm feeling nostalgic tonight - i miss my family, friends, and old job. ANYWAY, one of my best friends from back home introduced me to this album while we were working. it hit the spot from the first blown out bass note. this shit just rides. groove hard, people.

les rallizes denudes - heavier than a death in the family

and because i like this shit so much, there's this

les rallizes denudes - cable hogue soundtrack (from here)

(the first 12 seconds are silent)

pronounced (h)eavy

been applying/sending resumes/writing stupid ass cover letters for jobs all day and listening to my cousin talk to his WoW friends about his guild. this shit is perfect in my ears right now. it's that too cool for cool type shit. that shit that makes you think you'd look good in a leather jacket, but when you get to the store it looks dumb on you and you get embarrassed and blog about it later because the internet is mostly anonymous. i don't understand why everyone else looks good in leather jackets. shit pisses me off.

(i'm re-doing things here. it might look stupid for a while)


evy jane - s/t ep

let's sweat, baby uuuuuuhhhhhh

this one's for the guys who can't talk to girls (or guys or vice versa... whatever you prefer... i don't care). next time you see a girl (or boy) and think "daaaaaaaaamn" and your hands start sweating, just think about this album and do your thing. the worst that can happen is you guys make some magic with your lovely parts and a kid pops out of her (or his) butt. (that's why some kids are little shits, literally).

lx - sweat sweat sweat

YO!

it's been a minute. my computer went to heaven about a year ago and i just got a new one friday. during that year i've had a handful of people complimenting this blog and saying some really kind words. you guys are tight. for real.

so the first post back is a groovy little biddy from homeboy, mo kolours. just yesterday dude released part three of his ep trilogy on bandcamp. this one's for the head nodders and percussion enthusiasts (you dorks). and it's a name your own price release, so go ahead and be cheap if you want.

i'm not sorry by the way (for not posting in a year). but i do love you guys... not really... maybe some of you. most of you.

p.s. thank you guys for the showing some love. i appreciate it! <3's and shit mo kolours bandcamp page <--- link

2011 isn't finished, yo

This year is almost done, B, and i have a top ten list due at work. instead of doing it, i wrote a note explaining why i needed more time and why it's not fair to have a list due at the beginning of december. what if i become aware of my favorite album from this year NEXT WEEK? what if it's not available til december 21? what's so wrong with december that it can't hang with the rest of the months regarding year-end best of lists? i'm not subscribing to this notion. so i will be posting my favorite things from this year throughout this month.

starting with balam acab (not because it's my number one, but because it's first alphabetically)... i believe this came out in the summer (maybe late summer) and is a perfect nighttime jam album. perfect for warm walks, hot cocoa, or watching snow fall (it snowed today... only a little though). all those things are for wusses and i don't do any of that ish. so nevermind... this is a good album for lifting weights and fighting. can't wait to fight someone and play this.

honestly, i don't know if this will make my top ten. but i'm enjoying right now. be good to eachother, people.



balam acab - wander/wonder
(not my link. a simple google search found this for me)

late/early nights

my roommate wanted to stay out and maybe do some dancing, but i'm not down tonight. sorry, mang. i'm grooving in my headphones tonight. stay proper.



cfcf - night bus II

01 wait for me intro (vangelis)
02 this city never sleeps (eurythmics)
03 stranger (jhene aiko)
04 demons/behind the bank (asap rocky/oneohtrix point never)
05 keep the streets empty (fever ray)
06 aventurescence/addiction (beaumont/cassie)
07 here in heaven/one more chance (elite gymnastics/notorious BIG)
08 tongues (d’eon)
09 sappys curry/body count (underworld/meek mill)
10 lowride/unthinkable (autechre/alicia keys)

this song

and these lyrics:
I find myself thinking about friends
And if they're too lookin' out the window

My Music is louder than your phone conversation

My computer is straight broken and this crazy is trying to talk louder than the music I'm playing and I'm getting annoyed at the world. Thank you, work.
There will be no music right now because I'm doing this from my phone and that shit isn't possible to upload from here. I wanted to post some new massive attack... Or something to gaze to. Sorry.

edit: i'm using my computer right now, but it's not working how it should. it keeps clicking on things randomly and it's hard to type a sentence without messing up somehow. i'm going to try to upload that massive attack thang. hopefully it works.




massive attack vs burial - four walls / paradise circus

4:30-5:00

that's when it gets dark now. there was so much nighttime today.

hope fits these times.

(i didn't know if i liked it at first, but in context of how these days look, i find this new stuff to be so perfect)



mazzy star - common burn / lay myself down

heat loss

so... the furnace at my house broke. i knew i wasn't being a wimp about the coldness. it was like 55 in there... so i had to drive back to my parent's place.
feels like the only time i post is when i'm here. whatever. depending on how long the furnace is broken, i might be posting more.
i looked for a minute to find something i thought sounds cold. all i could come up with is this ep by isan. it has more of a winter vibe though, but since it's so late (4:30am), i'm going to settle.



isan - trois gymnopedies

wearing out CDs

it's saturday night and all my friends are doing dumb stuff. one roommate is out of town to meet his girlfriend's parents. the other roommate is at a wedding. my co-workers are at a show i DO NOT CARE TO BE AT. i'm home... listening... waiting... chilling... probably going to drink some wine again... by myself (just like last night). that's fine though. more wine for me. even though i can only really handle one glass. i do have a question though... say i do eventually make it out of the house to do something... how do avoid the purple lips? shit looks straight stupid.

anyway, yesterday i received a mix. a perfect mix. it's been getting a lot of play on my roommate's CD player. my CD player is broken; my roommate broke it when he dropped my laptop (i didn't tell him).
it's weird... the last time i received a mix i really really liked was like 2003. i remember because it was the year i started working at the book store and received mysterious mixes in my employee mailbox. it was a girl. we dated for a while. she turned out to be crazy so i had to dip out. but she had impeccable taste in music... and that's all that matters in life. the end.

(i hope sarcasm was noted in that last line there)

i'm at the sleepy part of the mix and i want to call it a night. it would give me a good reason to just hit the save button, tell my laptop "i love you", go to bed, and keep this shit in draft status forever. but i wont do that. i'm going to share two somethings that mean a lot to me. you guys probably already have this stuff, but i feel obliged to share something when i post.



my bloody valentine - loveless



slowdive - souvlaki

*these two are not my links. simple google search of these albums would have given the links you need to find what you're looking for. that's what i did.

staying at the P's

decided to stay at my parents tonight. i waaas going to go home, but i fell asleep on the floor here and thought it would be better to just crash here the rest of the night... after this post, of course. the 35 minute drive home sucks when i'm tired and i want to avoid parking on the street as my car got keyed last night. i mean it's no big deal that there's a few scratches on my car... it's just a car. but that someone would do something like that bothers me. if you want to vandalize something, go tag walmart... the actual building. it's not like they (as a company) go to their parent's house to make bean burritos to last them the week because they're trying to save money for their best friend's wedding in Arizona. eff, people... EFF! i just bought that car too. and i don't care that it's a used Camry. i still worked a lot of hours.
i must be tired. i'm ranting something i didn't even think about two hours ago.

a block away from my parent's home is a studio i frequent to make music, get advice, play with synths, hang out with friends... STG SoundLabs. dude (suit and tie guy) makes modular synths and sells them to your favorite artists (i thought about name dropping here, but i'll refrain). homeboy also makes tunes. his recent recording is from a live show. i dig it a lot. PEACE out..


*you can download this whole set on the bandcamp site for free

same sentiment as last night

which is why i'm posting another Grouper album. alien observer.

my friend recently picked this lp up for me. i am forever grateful... but still... same as last night.



grouper - alien observer

SPACE

i used to want to live in space to get away from all the shit here. sounds dumb, but when i watched Watchmen i really felt what the blue man was saying as to why he left earth. there's also a radiohead song i used to enjoy for this reason. the name slips my mind, but i do know it's on okay computer.
the other day i came across an album about leaving earth. i'm going to post it right now, drive home, then go to a rap show. what i want to happen is post this shit, start to drive home, then get beamed up to space. could you guys imagine how much perspective is gained from being in space?
i realize this is kind of dumb, but sometimes i can't articulate or want to present what i'm thinking at the moment. music, peeps... music. my mood will inevitably change by the time i leave the venue tonight, but right now i'm going to bask in my mood and hope aliens are real for the next 30 minutes.



solid space - space museum
*this is not my link. mediafire effed up my upload.

last night

i woke up too effing early. apparently my friends don't sleep. i got six messages and replied to all of them. why did i do that? i don't know. maybe because i was so damn sleepy and wasn't thinking. i bet my messages are ridiculous... i'm a little too embarrassed to go back and re-read them. this was all my fault though... forgot to turn the internet off on my phone.
maybe sleep messaging is like drunk messaging.
speaking of drunk... this music has nothing to do with being drunk, but everything to do with october. happy october, peeps.



umberto - from the grave

Dahlene

midnight is probably my favorite time to do groceries. there's a check-out woman working almost every 3rd shift who works at my favorite grocery store. her name is Dahlene. she doesn't like anyone. and for some reason, i like that.
this mix is dedicated to people who don't like people, midnight groceries, Dahlene, and the hope Dahlene is happy some day. i don't know though... she's kind of old... probably set in her ways.



various

1. AHU (dolly) - i know all SIMBAD rmx
2. Beaumont - midnight
3. Tokimonsta - day job
4. Air France - it feels good to be around you
5. Emika - pretend
6. SLEEP ∞ OVER - your world is night
7. Chromatics - killing spree
8. Dj Shadow - midnight in a perfect world
9. The Chemical Brothers & Hope Sandoval- asleep from day
10. Koushik - too much tenderness

*again, the tags are probably effed. so sorry

yogurt cittay

there were so many things to do tonight... and i came home early and ate a yogurt. probably going to bed in an hour.
it's been hard to get to sleep if there isn't some type of sound to distract me from thoughts......
i have a lot to say, but no thanks.

here are some grouper distractions for your sleep.



grouper - split

*this is one part of a split release with inca ore. sleeping is the agenda, so no inca ore, people. sorry... not sorry. te amo.
**i feel like i've already posted this.

co-working

whenever i play S.maharba at work my friend/co-worker, angel, asks what i'm playing... i'm like it's S.maharba. EVERY TIME. i told angel i would get it to her tonight (there's a birthday party tonight!) or upload it for her (because my CD burner is broken). here it is, S.maharba for all you guys too.
i guess i didn't really explain what S.maharba is. cool. i'm not going to. love you all. good night and happy partying.




s.maharba - s/t

FIGHT MUSIC

people act surprised when i mentioned i was going to my grandfather's to watch boxing with my family last night. i'm a very calm person, but there is something about being physical i enjoy. maybe because i grew up with a family of boxers; my grandfather was a boxer, my uncles were boxers (one of them a golden gloves winner), my uncles'/grandfather's first cousin was ranked 7th in the world as a super featherweight, i watched my dad train on bags, they all took me to boxing matches before i was even in preschool... and so on and on and on... the point is i grew up around boxing and i want to feel unapologetic, BUT there is a part of me that feels like it's a bunch of shit for two people to act violent towards each other for sport. that part of me wants to balance out the testosterone drive that makes my fist clinch and hands clammy when i watch two athletes duke it out. that part of me is the same part that likes to chill out on the floor and listen to airy music and let my mind go.
last spring, sick in france, i was searching for the kind of music i could groove to on my back... acheron was what i found. realising there were only 25 cassettes of this made, i jumped on getting a copy to be waiting for me when i got back home. you guys don't have to wait. find a nice spot on the floor and don't think about things that make your hands sweat. space the eff out, people. peace.



acheron - september day fire
(TLWS) (label link)

what's up

just not feeling it today. happens to everyone, i guess.
is there such a thing as mild bipolar? i understand the polar part means extreme opposite, but there has to be a lite version of that shit, right? maybe it's just called being moody. i don't think i'm a moody guy. possibly a little........ i'll call it moody lite.

i'm going to let karen dalton sing me to sleep. good night, people. i love you all. not really. just some of you. but i don't think anyone i know reads my blog... so... i probably don't love any of you. it's possible i would like you a lot though.

my roommate and i had a conversation the other day about liking. you know that part in a relationship when you like someone a lot, but don't want to say love?.. and you let them know how much you "like" them? that's the best and not the best. it's been a minute since i've liked someone. AND IT'S NOT BECAUSE I'M PARTICULAR OR PICKY. yes it is.
stay picky, people. good night for real this time.



karen dalton - It's So Hard to Tell Who's Going to Love You the Best

woke up way too early

WAAAAAY TOO EFFING EARLY
effing dreams. damn it.
at least tumblr is interesting... thank you, gonja sufi.
just learned the reptilians are effing our women. that sucks. i'm not even going to try to compete with that. if a girl is attracted to a reptilian, what's supposed to make me think she's going to be into me? i'm telling you, man...i could go on about this. people are crazy as hell and i'm feeling loopy.
speaking of loops, they make the rhythm. a beautiful rhythm.
i wish my dreams felt the way the caretaker's music sounds. i would probably never wake up or always be locked-in like dude from the diving bell and the butterfly. i just had someone translate all my blinks to write this post - it took 3 hours.



the caretaker - an empty bliss beyond this world