Today I celebrate two musical giants from the Great Flat North. One, sadly, no longer with us.
Marc Moulin made some great synth/techno pop and was also a pioneering jazz musician from Belgium. His legacy:
Guy Tavares, one half of Unit Moebius (whom you should get more acquainted with), is also the owner of Den Haag-based (The Hague) Bunker Records. I was glad to finally see an interview with him.* A real 'character'...
*NOTE: the Slices DVD series is really something anyone with love for electronic music should check out. Quality interviews with quality music makers.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Un-fucking-believable
Wow, so basically everything I wrote in that prior entry has now been made useless, and makes me look disturbingly naive. Awesome, thanks for that. Thanks for, oh lets see here....
Being honest.
Doing exactly what you felt was done to you (which lets be honest, the situation was QUITE A BIT FUCKING DIFFERENT).
Basically destroying my ability to trust you again.
Making me feel like I'm the one who was doing something wrong. When all evidence points to the fact that you BOTH were doing something wrong. If you thought everything was OK, then why didn't you just fucking talk to me?
Making it impossible for me to really ever hang out, ever.
For basically telling me exactly how much my friendship means to you.
(oh but wait, you didn't. In fact you haven't said word one to me about this)
Not even having the decency to wait until wounds were healed. Or at least were on there way to being better.
If this is how you treat your friends. I pity your enemies.
And thank you for making the last year and a half of my life a complete waste of time.
Glad you got to trade up?
fuck off...
Being honest.
Doing exactly what you felt was done to you (which lets be honest, the situation was QUITE A BIT FUCKING DIFFERENT).
Basically destroying my ability to trust you again.
Making me feel like I'm the one who was doing something wrong. When all evidence points to the fact that you BOTH were doing something wrong. If you thought everything was OK, then why didn't you just fucking talk to me?
Making it impossible for me to really ever hang out, ever.
For basically telling me exactly how much my friendship means to you.
(oh but wait, you didn't. In fact you haven't said word one to me about this)
Not even having the decency to wait until wounds were healed. Or at least were on there way to being better.
If this is how you treat your friends. I pity your enemies.
And thank you for making the last year and a half of my life a complete waste of time.
Glad you got to trade up?
fuck off...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
No-Brainer
So....i suppose i have to be the one to do this.
I am referring to Neon Gold's glowing review of the "Discofreak" track by one Bitclipr.
And it starts.
I am referring to Neon Gold's glowing review of the "Discofreak" track by one Bitclipr.
And it starts.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Music & Misc. 09.22.08
By gar it's been a while. In descending order, from sincere pants-wetting frenzy to genuine head-bobbing appreciation:
1: Fall fever (!. I’ve already got a head cold! Awesome…just as long as I can wear clothes I like again and see pretty colors.)
2: IMPS Bring out the Imps CD (gearheads meet to actually make something beautiful and memorable; tape loops, jazz, beats…same old crap done right!)
3: Andy Stott Unknown Exception CD (selected tracks from the past four years; a mix of tech house and what people call dubstep, the latter veers closer to pure dub reggae in feel than his contemporaries; all very deep with pristine engineering—so, so glad this was released)
4: Hot Guts tracks (these are yet-to-be-committed to vinyl, but I heard the recordings…and this is a good one people; “Bodies Your Water” is bootiful and not on their myspace page, so that should be a real treat)
5: Philip Sherburne Salt n Vinegar ep (on Lan Records; this absolves him of being associated with Pitchfork; Milk and Honey is one of my favorite songs from this past summer; he cuts through the whole minimal/maximal fray and produces some of the most musically sound techno of the past 10 years)
6: The newish Mogwai ep (they have returned to do their Slint/Indian Summer-on-steroids thing and I haven’t paid attention in a good while so it works beautifully for me)
1: Fall fever (!. I’ve already got a head cold! Awesome…just as long as I can wear clothes I like again and see pretty colors.)
2: IMPS Bring out the Imps CD (gearheads meet to actually make something beautiful and memorable; tape loops, jazz, beats…same old crap done right!)
3: Andy Stott Unknown Exception CD (selected tracks from the past four years; a mix of tech house and what people call dubstep, the latter veers closer to pure dub reggae in feel than his contemporaries; all very deep with pristine engineering—so, so glad this was released)
4: Hot Guts tracks (these are yet-to-be-committed to vinyl, but I heard the recordings…and this is a good one people; “Bodies Your Water” is bootiful and not on their myspace page, so that should be a real treat)
5: Philip Sherburne Salt n Vinegar ep (on Lan Records; this absolves him of being associated with Pitchfork; Milk and Honey is one of my favorite songs from this past summer; he cuts through the whole minimal/maximal fray and produces some of the most musically sound techno of the past 10 years)
6: The newish Mogwai ep (they have returned to do their Slint/Indian Summer-on-steroids thing and I haven’t paid attention in a good while so it works beautifully for me)
A good kick in the Jimmy
I read about this last week, but The Guardian is reporting it today. I can't wait to see the results of this testing the possibility of an AFTERLIFE
I'd like to stay here, scratch that live HERE
Great movie posters from Poland. I'm sure you will recognize some of them. My personal fav is of course the Star Wars poster, thought the poster for The Fly is a close second. POSTERS
I'd like to stay here, scratch that live HERE
Great movie posters from Poland. I'm sure you will recognize some of them. My personal fav is of course the Star Wars poster, thought the poster for The Fly is a close second. POSTERS
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Adventure in mental illness...
Well, for anyone who reads this (which i don't imagine is many) you will have noticed that my prior entry is gone. I'm rescinding it. When I wrote it I was angry and being a little self righteous. Fuck you, I'm allowed to. I just had my "exit talk" with her. Plain and simple, it's done. I've kinda known it's done, but this was the be all end all if you will.
What disturbs me the most about it, is my complete lack of emotion. Maybe it's just that so much time has passed, and I already knew it was coming. I'd like to think it's only going to get easier, but anyone who knows me, knows that this is just a state of shock. I can't blame her. I have to accept that fact for what it is. I'm an adult and I have to take responsibility for actions I set in motion due to my own insecurities. And I have to start picking up the pieces of what's been shattered, and see what is salvageable.
First off, I want to apologize to any of our mutual friends for any stress this has caused. Yeah, I handled it like a little bitch. I concede to that point. I placed friendships in danger because I couldn't get this horrible shit out of my head. And that is what it is, shit. Just sloshing around in there, gumming up the works. Self pitying? You betcha. I at least know my strengths. This entire ordeal, or at least the last half of it, has made me realize I really need help. And I can't rely on anyone but myself to do it.
I made mistakes, and breached boundaries of trust. Sorry. Sadly it's something I do when I feel threatened, or insecure. And especially about something like this. No one I know enjoys looking into their own soul (Jesus, did I just write that?) and to see someone they don't like, or even know looking back. I want to be able to say I learned something from this. Find a positive in all of this shit that has been going on, whether real or imagined. I want a little piece of mind. And all I keep coming to is myself. Hunched over like gollum and holding onto all the things that make me, for good or bad, the way I am.
Yes, I wear my heart on my sleeve, yes I over analyze EVERY little thing until it reaches a crescendo of unimaginable garbage. A tsunami of fucked up, complex, and ultimately wrong emotions and ideas. Do I think my life is over? Rationally, no, I accept the fact that this shit happens. Irrationally, fuck yes. I'm currently contemplating calling off work, and not leaving my room for a good couple months. And as much as I put the brave face on, or at least attempt to. The chinks in my armor show through, apparently much more than I even realized.
I in no way want to make her feel like I hate her. Which I have no right to do. It's just so goddamn complicated (at least for me) to try and accept the fact that we share mutual friends. Our entire relationship is intertwined with our friendship with everyone. And to have to continue with the one, while the other is gone. Well, I'm just not sure. Even hanging out with everyone still brings on the aforementioned garbage storm. I want to believe it wasn't a waste of time. It wasn't (for me at least) and I know that it wasn't for her, or at least that's what I have to tell myself. Which sounds shitty, I know, but if I don't have irrational thoughts right now, I wouldn't be human.
I could go on and on about the little things that continue to sabotage my ability to get over this. That in and of itself is just another car-bomb waiting to explode. It's just coming to grips with the fact that there is no way to make this better for the time being, other than time. I understand that this will leave a scar, what I choose to do with how I attained that scar is what I have to decide now. Do I turn it into a point of pride i.e.-be able to tell a good story about it eventually, and look back on the good that came from it?
Or do I let it turn me into a phantom of sorts? Just float through my life never bothering to deal with the serious emotional toll this took on me, and stop trusting.
We all know what the right, and through perspective, answer is.
Just right now, the latter is certainly more comforting.
So in summation.
I'm sorry to everyone, Lisa, Angelo, Billy, Guido, Stef. I've put you through a completely unfair situation. And your attempts to help me did not fall on deaf ears.
And Mikey. I am especially sorry that you have been the one caught in the middle of this. I know I've said it before and for the sake of repetition, it makes me feel better. I know this isn't your fault. I know my actions, and even what I've talked about have made it seem like I don't mean it. I'm just so fucked up in the head right now,my words betray me. To reiterate. I don't blame you, or think anything has gone on. I imagine this has been hardest on you. And that is completely unacceptable. You don't do that to a friend. Ever.
I'd like to say this was a well organized, or even thought out entry. If I've learned anything though, it's that I'm not a good planner.
Take that for what you will.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WQghnUnj4Y
(cheesy yes, but it's all I got)
What disturbs me the most about it, is my complete lack of emotion. Maybe it's just that so much time has passed, and I already knew it was coming. I'd like to think it's only going to get easier, but anyone who knows me, knows that this is just a state of shock. I can't blame her. I have to accept that fact for what it is. I'm an adult and I have to take responsibility for actions I set in motion due to my own insecurities. And I have to start picking up the pieces of what's been shattered, and see what is salvageable.
First off, I want to apologize to any of our mutual friends for any stress this has caused. Yeah, I handled it like a little bitch. I concede to that point. I placed friendships in danger because I couldn't get this horrible shit out of my head. And that is what it is, shit. Just sloshing around in there, gumming up the works. Self pitying? You betcha. I at least know my strengths. This entire ordeal, or at least the last half of it, has made me realize I really need help. And I can't rely on anyone but myself to do it.
I made mistakes, and breached boundaries of trust. Sorry. Sadly it's something I do when I feel threatened, or insecure. And especially about something like this. No one I know enjoys looking into their own soul (Jesus, did I just write that?) and to see someone they don't like, or even know looking back. I want to be able to say I learned something from this. Find a positive in all of this shit that has been going on, whether real or imagined. I want a little piece of mind. And all I keep coming to is myself. Hunched over like gollum and holding onto all the things that make me, for good or bad, the way I am.
Yes, I wear my heart on my sleeve, yes I over analyze EVERY little thing until it reaches a crescendo of unimaginable garbage. A tsunami of fucked up, complex, and ultimately wrong emotions and ideas. Do I think my life is over? Rationally, no, I accept the fact that this shit happens. Irrationally, fuck yes. I'm currently contemplating calling off work, and not leaving my room for a good couple months. And as much as I put the brave face on, or at least attempt to. The chinks in my armor show through, apparently much more than I even realized.
I in no way want to make her feel like I hate her. Which I have no right to do. It's just so goddamn complicated (at least for me) to try and accept the fact that we share mutual friends. Our entire relationship is intertwined with our friendship with everyone. And to have to continue with the one, while the other is gone. Well, I'm just not sure. Even hanging out with everyone still brings on the aforementioned garbage storm. I want to believe it wasn't a waste of time. It wasn't (for me at least) and I know that it wasn't for her, or at least that's what I have to tell myself. Which sounds shitty, I know, but if I don't have irrational thoughts right now, I wouldn't be human.
I could go on and on about the little things that continue to sabotage my ability to get over this. That in and of itself is just another car-bomb waiting to explode. It's just coming to grips with the fact that there is no way to make this better for the time being, other than time. I understand that this will leave a scar, what I choose to do with how I attained that scar is what I have to decide now. Do I turn it into a point of pride i.e.-be able to tell a good story about it eventually, and look back on the good that came from it?
Or do I let it turn me into a phantom of sorts? Just float through my life never bothering to deal with the serious emotional toll this took on me, and stop trusting.
We all know what the right, and through perspective, answer is.
Just right now, the latter is certainly more comforting.
So in summation.
I'm sorry to everyone, Lisa, Angelo, Billy, Guido, Stef. I've put you through a completely unfair situation. And your attempts to help me did not fall on deaf ears.
And Mikey. I am especially sorry that you have been the one caught in the middle of this. I know I've said it before and for the sake of repetition, it makes me feel better. I know this isn't your fault. I know my actions, and even what I've talked about have made it seem like I don't mean it. I'm just so fucked up in the head right now,my words betray me. To reiterate. I don't blame you, or think anything has gone on. I imagine this has been hardest on you. And that is completely unacceptable. You don't do that to a friend. Ever.
I'd like to say this was a well organized, or even thought out entry. If I've learned anything though, it's that I'm not a good planner.
Take that for what you will.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WQghnUnj4Y
(cheesy yes, but it's all I got)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Smells like Alfkabob
Here is a fun article on how to properly prepare alien flesh.
READ.
This is also fantastic, a great site with really interesting and unique architecture
LOOK.
The particle collider was turned on at CERN today. Reports indicate everything is going well. Sorry for all of the Luddites out there who were concerned that it would create a black hole that would suck the earth into a vortex of doom. You'll just have to find a new scientific breakthrough to spend your empty hours worrying about. Perhaps the new ipod's will be able to eat your thoughts rendering you an imbecile? Or maybe Target is going to start selling stem cells in the cosmetics department?
READ.
This is also fantastic, a great site with really interesting and unique architecture
LOOK.
The particle collider was turned on at CERN today. Reports indicate everything is going well. Sorry for all of the Luddites out there who were concerned that it would create a black hole that would suck the earth into a vortex of doom. You'll just have to find a new scientific breakthrough to spend your empty hours worrying about. Perhaps the new ipod's will be able to eat your thoughts rendering you an imbecile? Or maybe Target is going to start selling stem cells in the cosmetics department?
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
A cat from space see a nigga, get a boner.
To take a breif respite from my recent bouts of self hatred and insecurities I stumbled across this shit.
http://www.somethingawful.com/d/news/tupac-lovecraft-commonplace.php?page=1
Those who know me (the people who read this blog) will understand why shit has , for lack of better term, gotten real recently.
Enjoy
http://www.somethingawful.com/d/news/tupac-lovecraft-commonplace.php?page=1
Those who know me (the people who read this blog) will understand why shit has , for lack of better term, gotten real recently.
Enjoy
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