jack rose - kensington blues (2005)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
two tramps in mud time
out of the mud two strangers came
and caught me splitting wood in the yard,
and one of them put me off my aim
by hailing cheerily, "hit them hard!"
i knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
and let the other go on a way.
i knew pretty well what he had in mind:
he wanted to take my job for pay.
good blocks of oak it was i split,
as large around as the chopping block;
and every piece i squarely hit
fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
the blows that a life of self-control
spares to strike for the common good,
that day, giving a loose my soul,
i spent on the unimportant wood.
the sun was warm but the wind was chill.
you know how it is with an april day
when the sun is out and the wind is still,
you're one month on in the middle of may.
but if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
a wind comes off a frozen peak,
and you're two months back in the middle of march.
a bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
his song so pitched as not to excite
a single flower as yet to bloom.
it is snowing a flake; and he half knew
winter was only playing possum.
except in color he isn't blue,
but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.
the water for which we may have to look
in summertime with a witching wand,
in every wheelrut's now a brook,
in every print of a hoof a pond.
be glad of water, but don't forget
the lurking frost in the earth beneath
that will steal forth after the sun is set
and show on the water its crystal teeth.
the time when most i loved my task
the two must make me love it more
by coming with what they came to ask.
you'd think i never had felt before
the weight of an ax-head poised aloft,
the grip of earth on outspread feet,
the life of muscles rocking soft
and smooth and moist in vernal heat.
out of the wood two hulking tramps
(from sleeping god knows where last night,
but not long since in the lumber camps).
they thought all chopping was theirs of right.
men of the woods and lumberjacks,
they judged me by their appropriate tool.
except as a fellow handled an ax
they had no way of knowing a fool.
nothing on either side was said.
they knew they had but to stay their stay
and all their logic would fill my head:
as that I had no right to play
with what was another man's work for gain.
my right might be love but theirs was need.
and where the two exist in twain
theirs was the better right--agreed.
but yield who will to their separation,
my object in living is to unite
by avocation and my vocation
as my two eyes make one in sight.
only where love and need are one,
and the work is play for mortal stakes,
is the deed ever really done
for heaven and the future's sakes.
/robert frost, 1934
and caught me splitting wood in the yard,
and one of them put me off my aim
by hailing cheerily, "hit them hard!"
i knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
and let the other go on a way.
i knew pretty well what he had in mind:
he wanted to take my job for pay.
good blocks of oak it was i split,
as large around as the chopping block;
and every piece i squarely hit
fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
the blows that a life of self-control
spares to strike for the common good,
that day, giving a loose my soul,
i spent on the unimportant wood.
the sun was warm but the wind was chill.
you know how it is with an april day
when the sun is out and the wind is still,
you're one month on in the middle of may.
but if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
a wind comes off a frozen peak,
and you're two months back in the middle of march.
a bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
his song so pitched as not to excite
a single flower as yet to bloom.
it is snowing a flake; and he half knew
winter was only playing possum.
except in color he isn't blue,
but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.
the water for which we may have to look
in summertime with a witching wand,
in every wheelrut's now a brook,
in every print of a hoof a pond.
be glad of water, but don't forget
the lurking frost in the earth beneath
that will steal forth after the sun is set
and show on the water its crystal teeth.
the time when most i loved my task
the two must make me love it more
by coming with what they came to ask.
you'd think i never had felt before
the weight of an ax-head poised aloft,
the grip of earth on outspread feet,
the life of muscles rocking soft
and smooth and moist in vernal heat.
out of the wood two hulking tramps
(from sleeping god knows where last night,
but not long since in the lumber camps).
they thought all chopping was theirs of right.
men of the woods and lumberjacks,
they judged me by their appropriate tool.
except as a fellow handled an ax
they had no way of knowing a fool.
nothing on either side was said.
they knew they had but to stay their stay
and all their logic would fill my head:
as that I had no right to play
with what was another man's work for gain.
my right might be love but theirs was need.
and where the two exist in twain
theirs was the better right--agreed.
but yield who will to their separation,
my object in living is to unite
by avocation and my vocation
as my two eyes make one in sight.
only where love and need are one,
and the work is play for mortal stakes,
is the deed ever really done
for heaven and the future's sakes.
/robert frost, 1934
Thursday, September 23, 2010
i sell the shadow to support the substance
going through a heavy my bloody valentines phase because of this one mind-bendingly beautiful girl. she makes me want to achieve impossibilities and i can't get through to her, so it's just like a song from the late 80s. thanks to music once again for being the perfect inspiration and repository for most of my emotions.
my bloody valentine - tremolo ep (1991)
my bloody valentine - loveless (1991)
my bloody valentine - ecstasy and wine (1989)
my bloody valentine - isn't anything (1988)
my bloody valentine - sunny sundae smile ep (1986)
in other news: phosphene dream is my favorite thing since my last favorite thing, which is cheese.
phosphene, n.
a sensation of light caused by excitation of the retina by mechanical or electrical means rather than by light, as when the eyeballs are pressed through closed lids.
[french phosphène : greek phōs, light; see phos- + greek phainein, to cause to appear, to show.]
it is especially fun to move the image around with your cursor on the computer screen. the most fun of all is when you do that WHILST listening to the album.
my bloody valentine - tremolo ep (1991)
my bloody valentine - loveless (1991)
my bloody valentine - ecstasy and wine (1989)
my bloody valentine - isn't anything (1988)
my bloody valentine - sunny sundae smile ep (1986)
in other news: phosphene dream is my favorite thing since my last favorite thing, which is cheese.
phosphene, n.
a sensation of light caused by excitation of the retina by mechanical or electrical means rather than by light, as when the eyeballs are pressed through closed lids.
[french phosphène : greek phōs, light; see phos- + greek phainein, to cause to appear, to show.]
it is especially fun to move the image around with your cursor on the computer screen. the most fun of all is when you do that WHILST listening to the album.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
new car mix
dutch baklavah - new car mix (83mb)
run time: 36:23
quick lil' mix; part one of two, for now. these are some of my favorite songs of the moment that were hastily thrown onto a blank cd a couple weeks ago. some thought and themes have been applied, and the result is this electrified, (mostly) guitarred compilation of motive songs. every track (except for the superbly danceable, meditative health cover by blondes) employs guitar in some mode or another, played through some device that distorts, multiplies, or otherwise disguises the pure sonic of plucked steel. and since this is a mix of songs i picked to make me feel real good while driving, there are multiple tracks from the same album here. chomp on that, mixtape etiquette.
part two coming along! it will feature rockous strings in clearly apparent limelight.
[tracklist => comments]
Monday, July 19, 2010
visuals like cuttlefish
Jack Rose @ Chapelle Saint-Roch en Volière, Nov. 9, 2009
related: jack rose - opium musick
panda bear @ pitchfork music festival, July 17, 2010
related: jack rose - opium musick
panda bear @ pitchfork music festival, July 17, 2010
mayne
dutch baklavah - mayne (118mb)
run time: 1:25:49
this mix has been in the works since early may and kept changing and elaborating through last few passing months. most of this is (relatively) new music acquired in may and june, infused with (relatively) older songs which were inspired by the more recent jams. initially, i thought this would become my first mandala for amoeba, but that turned out to take on a life and mix of its own, wholly separate from this one right here. with bonnie "prince" billy and flying lotus on the same bill, the mix speaks for itself in its sonic gallimaufry; not much else to say but "enjoy."
[tracklist => comments]
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
amoebendipity
last night was a good night. today was one of those days. tonight was that night.
my dad is in town for the first time in five years, for one week, so i'm feeling especially giving and loving. this morning upon waking i played and replayed a song i've been updating and revising since i improvised it whilst thinking deeply of the coworker who inspired it. it feels good to play it in a way that i can't fully even comprehend except that while the music goes my heart races like a jackalope being chased by a chupacabras in broad daylight. it's an ultra-hyper-intense, verbally inexplicable, musical thing.
afterward, i repaired a piece of glass for cody and bumped noses with kitty exraordinaire, elvis T. belvis. i used the glass afterward and my insides opened up after being functional and performing a mutually beneficial service for a very much loved one. there was little traffic on the way to work and a new mix with various, notable songs of late playing in the car (this will be available soon). i arrived at amoeba slightly early, decompressed in my car for a hot minute, and walked to work in the somewhat searing sunshine.
this decompression phase is also somewhat of a compression phase. all my thoughts are of amoeba and the day ahead of me, and it's not dissimilar in many ways at all from walking to school (college, not high). to know that, on any given day, i'll interact with someone who has impressed me personally for years without even knowing it is like being able to blossom for the person who planted the seed and witnessing their joyous little reaction. this is true of my fellow amoebites, whose musical recommendations i latched onto for several years before contributing my own material, and here are a few of the more memorable, ephemeral, chance encounters i have had with "celebrities," as they are known, in the past nine months of employment at amoeba music.
the first big wig i ever met was stephen soderbergh, and i have helped him several times at this point. at a glance, he is the most mundane person in the world and is even less enthralled and imposing than his slight cameo in waking life. realizing whose driver's license and credit card i was holding, i lost myself and complimented his shirt immediately. he laughed. it was a reese's pieces t-shirt that could easily have been from wal-mart. "weak on a few levels," thought my brain. the next time i met him we talked about new-old jimi hendrix and the tami show. (as a result of the supreme lack of emotional thrills i get from this guy, he is still the only person of such status whose purchases i can actually remember.) he is not thoroughly enjoyed by the amoeba staff, from what i've gathered, and this amuses me richly.
two days ago i summoned quentin tarantino to my register and conversed with him while he called me sweetheart several times. i told him about the vader project, and he told me about the krasnals group (who, on their website, also link to wooster collective). i will never forget that meeting.
lt. aldo raine: so you're "the jew hunter."
col. hans landa: [giddy] that's a bingo!
[lt. aldo and pfc. utivich stare at him in confusion]
col. hans landa: is that the way you say it: "that's a bingo?"
lt. aldo Raine: you just say "bingo."
about a week ago, michel gondry walked up to me, though i did not call him over from the line. he was the line. he is much, much more handsome in person than i have ever thought him to be on screen, and the eencey weencey "why" details are incommunicable. i think that is the ultimate ace up his sleeve: having the wherewithal to make everyone else around him on camera look better than he does but commandeering the position of impetus and catalyst for the magic that surrounds him. when the words came out of my mouth that i saw eternal sunshine six times in theaters, he balked with disbelief. i MADE HIM believe me, explaining why and how, and he did. i empathized with michel gondry over reading charlie kaufmann's transcript of eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for the first time. in life, as a fundamental practice, i will not veer far from that plane of deeply connective, sometimes ephermeral, communication.
one day at amoeba, sometime in the couple weeks before coachella in april, rosemary dawson and aziz ansari patronized The Record Store. the former has beautiful eyes and giggled at my stupid quips; the latter shared my joy from the glory of bonnaroo and the joanna newsom 3xlp he was buying. i told him i dug the piece in fader magazine he did with animal collective, and he told me it was a lot of fun to do. that was a nice connection. later in the day, ron jeremy and flea both shopped around, and i told the latter how excited i was to see him at coachella in a couple weeks. he has two smiles: blue from the nose up, and divine from the nose down. that was a memorable day.
there have been still more encounters with fictional characters from my life up until now that have become non-fictional occurrences with people i respect, admire, and from whom i draw countless, unconscious metaphors, analogies, and meaning in my life because of how their work has inspired and spoken to me. on the flipside, customers are the wild cards of the influential music sphere. i have been schooled to no end by people bringing me their favorite music (for which they actually pay. they've got me beat there.) and gracefully educated by so many people who are so inordinately passionate about the tunes that tune them up. today i befriended a man from texas who plays multiple instruments and resembles, for me, a young britt daniel. whoa.
my coworkers are the bunch of peeps that are truly enriching my life from the inside out. everybody i work with is a musically apt ferris bueller. if downsides have faces, amoeba requires that they enter the store dressed in very silly masks indeed. of the three hundred or so hollywood amoeba staff, i work closely with about fifty of them on a typical day, catching up on the lives of about half of them as the day goes on. one of my favorite coworkers makes it a habit to show me totally obscure british comedy tv shows; frozen yogurt buffets are involved, too. another coworker reads my poetry and gave me a little pin with an image of calvin and hobbes dancing. yet another coworker introduced me to guitar mastermusicians glenn jones and robbie basho, and i introduced him to kaki king and davey graham. friendship abounds because music abounds. or at least that is how things work with me.
today, i called over a fellow with dark brown hair and eyes so blue that i don't remember seeing them--only being seen by them. he was courteous, kind, attentive, and shy. when he opted to pay with credit, i asked for his id, and saw ryan adams printed beside ryan adams' face (i didn't know his face well enough to pick him out of a crowd). the first thought that came to mind: jackie luskey.
i had talked with this lovely creature last night, after probably a year of radio silence through the loud statics of our lives, because i missed her input to the breaking point. we made it a new point to keep in touch more often and reiterated our mutual feelings of separate togetherness; in short, we caught up on all kindza shit. to reconnect is to plug the speaker cable back in.
this is what i conveyed to mr. adams, very concisely and specifically. i told him about jackie's upcoming mfa excursion in oregon this summer and how fulfilling it is to see someone pursue an intrinsically bold passion. in retrospect, he was almost unwarrantably interested and understanding of the situation. when i handed him his cds, dvds, and wax, none of which i remember, he stuck out his hand and shook mine. we implored of each other beautiful moments ahead in life, and i went back to my register to ring up another fellow desiring stravinsky, wagner, and a young chopin enthusiast, all on disc.
in the middle of that transaction, the voice of god (intercom) paged me for a phone call. a couple minutes later, as i was still talking with the classically inclined gentleman, the VOG (intercom) paged me again for a held call. when i finally answered the phone, a voice said,
"hi, this is ryan adams, you just sold me some stuff. [me: oh, hi!] i'm sorry to bother you at work, but, your friend, is she published? [me: she is, but not as huge as she will be.] what is her name? i don't usually do this, but what you were saying about serendipity, i just feel like she may be this great unsung writer that's totally undiscovered and i'd be missing out."
and i replied,
"she is, and you would be. i'm not sure where to find her formal publications, but if you go to her blog you can read plenty of written snacks that will hold you over until you do."
then,
RA: thread, butter, and jam?
me: yeah, like what you put on toast.
RA: thread, like what you put through a needle?
me: ah, no, but that's a nice play on words. it slides off the tongue. it's bread, butter, and jam, like the toast and...what you put on it.
RA: oh, that makes more sense.
me: ya.
RA: and where is that?
me: dot blogspot. breadbutterandjam.blogspot.com.
RA: bread, butter, and jam. okay cool, thank you so much!
me: oh no problem, have fun!
RA: [bye]
me: [bye]
i already know the three of us have inspired new stories and journeys, long and short, in each of our lives. it moves me to know that ryan-adams-the-guy has been an essential link in connecting with a good friend again, and that even a little effort can manifest itself so hugely, and in the most unexpectedly positive ways, when tended to. it took a contemplative year to pick up a phone; a day to bring that simple sentiment to fruition.
shyness is not a factor in my life anymore. if someone is moderately approachable and worth talking to, i will attend to both notions. the worst that happens is bugging someone who doesn't want to be bugged, but that doesn't last long. there are too many fleeting shoulda/coulda/wouldas in life not to capitalize on a should be/could be/will be moment of life, but this is only a thoughtful meandering. the real issue is what to make of these moments and how to make them uniquely grand in the largest sense of the word. life is a series of short interviews with everyone you meet, and if you do well, you get to go on more interviews until the day you die. if you do poorly, you get to go on more interviews until the day you die. it does not matter who is paying whose bills along the way; there will always be bills, and they will always be paid or unpaid. who do you want to interview? who interviews you? what do you see when you look at strangers? who do you want to affect, and who do you allow to affect you? and how, and why? then, do. life does.
my dad is in town for the first time in five years, for one week, so i'm feeling especially giving and loving. this morning upon waking i played and replayed a song i've been updating and revising since i improvised it whilst thinking deeply of the coworker who inspired it. it feels good to play it in a way that i can't fully even comprehend except that while the music goes my heart races like a jackalope being chased by a chupacabras in broad daylight. it's an ultra-hyper-intense, verbally inexplicable, musical thing.
afterward, i repaired a piece of glass for cody and bumped noses with kitty exraordinaire, elvis T. belvis. i used the glass afterward and my insides opened up after being functional and performing a mutually beneficial service for a very much loved one. there was little traffic on the way to work and a new mix with various, notable songs of late playing in the car (this will be available soon). i arrived at amoeba slightly early, decompressed in my car for a hot minute, and walked to work in the somewhat searing sunshine.
this decompression phase is also somewhat of a compression phase. all my thoughts are of amoeba and the day ahead of me, and it's not dissimilar in many ways at all from walking to school (college, not high). to know that, on any given day, i'll interact with someone who has impressed me personally for years without even knowing it is like being able to blossom for the person who planted the seed and witnessing their joyous little reaction. this is true of my fellow amoebites, whose musical recommendations i latched onto for several years before contributing my own material, and here are a few of the more memorable, ephemeral, chance encounters i have had with "celebrities," as they are known, in the past nine months of employment at amoeba music.
the first big wig i ever met was stephen soderbergh, and i have helped him several times at this point. at a glance, he is the most mundane person in the world and is even less enthralled and imposing than his slight cameo in waking life. realizing whose driver's license and credit card i was holding, i lost myself and complimented his shirt immediately. he laughed. it was a reese's pieces t-shirt that could easily have been from wal-mart. "weak on a few levels," thought my brain. the next time i met him we talked about new-old jimi hendrix and the tami show. (as a result of the supreme lack of emotional thrills i get from this guy, he is still the only person of such status whose purchases i can actually remember.) he is not thoroughly enjoyed by the amoeba staff, from what i've gathered, and this amuses me richly.
two days ago i summoned quentin tarantino to my register and conversed with him while he called me sweetheart several times. i told him about the vader project, and he told me about the krasnals group (who, on their website, also link to wooster collective). i will never forget that meeting.
lt. aldo raine: so you're "the jew hunter."
col. hans landa: [giddy] that's a bingo!
[lt. aldo and pfc. utivich stare at him in confusion]
col. hans landa: is that the way you say it: "that's a bingo?"
lt. aldo Raine: you just say "bingo."
about a week ago, michel gondry walked up to me, though i did not call him over from the line. he was the line. he is much, much more handsome in person than i have ever thought him to be on screen, and the eencey weencey "why" details are incommunicable. i think that is the ultimate ace up his sleeve: having the wherewithal to make everyone else around him on camera look better than he does but commandeering the position of impetus and catalyst for the magic that surrounds him. when the words came out of my mouth that i saw eternal sunshine six times in theaters, he balked with disbelief. i MADE HIM believe me, explaining why and how, and he did. i empathized with michel gondry over reading charlie kaufmann's transcript of eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for the first time. in life, as a fundamental practice, i will not veer far from that plane of deeply connective, sometimes ephermeral, communication.
one day at amoeba, sometime in the couple weeks before coachella in april, rosemary dawson and aziz ansari patronized The Record Store. the former has beautiful eyes and giggled at my stupid quips; the latter shared my joy from the glory of bonnaroo and the joanna newsom 3xlp he was buying. i told him i dug the piece in fader magazine he did with animal collective, and he told me it was a lot of fun to do. that was a nice connection. later in the day, ron jeremy and flea both shopped around, and i told the latter how excited i was to see him at coachella in a couple weeks. he has two smiles: blue from the nose up, and divine from the nose down. that was a memorable day.
there have been still more encounters with fictional characters from my life up until now that have become non-fictional occurrences with people i respect, admire, and from whom i draw countless, unconscious metaphors, analogies, and meaning in my life because of how their work has inspired and spoken to me. on the flipside, customers are the wild cards of the influential music sphere. i have been schooled to no end by people bringing me their favorite music (for which they actually pay. they've got me beat there.) and gracefully educated by so many people who are so inordinately passionate about the tunes that tune them up. today i befriended a man from texas who plays multiple instruments and resembles, for me, a young britt daniel. whoa.
my coworkers are the bunch of peeps that are truly enriching my life from the inside out. everybody i work with is a musically apt ferris bueller. if downsides have faces, amoeba requires that they enter the store dressed in very silly masks indeed. of the three hundred or so hollywood amoeba staff, i work closely with about fifty of them on a typical day, catching up on the lives of about half of them as the day goes on. one of my favorite coworkers makes it a habit to show me totally obscure british comedy tv shows; frozen yogurt buffets are involved, too. another coworker reads my poetry and gave me a little pin with an image of calvin and hobbes dancing. yet another coworker introduced me to guitar mastermusicians glenn jones and robbie basho, and i introduced him to kaki king and davey graham. friendship abounds because music abounds. or at least that is how things work with me.
today, i called over a fellow with dark brown hair and eyes so blue that i don't remember seeing them--only being seen by them. he was courteous, kind, attentive, and shy. when he opted to pay with credit, i asked for his id, and saw ryan adams printed beside ryan adams' face (i didn't know his face well enough to pick him out of a crowd). the first thought that came to mind: jackie luskey.
i had talked with this lovely creature last night, after probably a year of radio silence through the loud statics of our lives, because i missed her input to the breaking point. we made it a new point to keep in touch more often and reiterated our mutual feelings of separate togetherness; in short, we caught up on all kindza shit. to reconnect is to plug the speaker cable back in.
this is what i conveyed to mr. adams, very concisely and specifically. i told him about jackie's upcoming mfa excursion in oregon this summer and how fulfilling it is to see someone pursue an intrinsically bold passion. in retrospect, he was almost unwarrantably interested and understanding of the situation. when i handed him his cds, dvds, and wax, none of which i remember, he stuck out his hand and shook mine. we implored of each other beautiful moments ahead in life, and i went back to my register to ring up another fellow desiring stravinsky, wagner, and a young chopin enthusiast, all on disc.
in the middle of that transaction, the voice of god (intercom) paged me for a phone call. a couple minutes later, as i was still talking with the classically inclined gentleman, the VOG (intercom) paged me again for a held call. when i finally answered the phone, a voice said,
"hi, this is ryan adams, you just sold me some stuff. [me: oh, hi!] i'm sorry to bother you at work, but, your friend, is she published? [me: she is, but not as huge as she will be.] what is her name? i don't usually do this, but what you were saying about serendipity, i just feel like she may be this great unsung writer that's totally undiscovered and i'd be missing out."
and i replied,
"she is, and you would be. i'm not sure where to find her formal publications, but if you go to her blog you can read plenty of written snacks that will hold you over until you do."
then,
RA: thread, butter, and jam?
me: yeah, like what you put on toast.
RA: thread, like what you put through a needle?
me: ah, no, but that's a nice play on words. it slides off the tongue. it's bread, butter, and jam, like the toast and...what you put on it.
RA: oh, that makes more sense.
me: ya.
RA: and where is that?
me: dot blogspot. breadbutterandjam.blogspot.com.
RA: bread, butter, and jam. okay cool, thank you so much!
me: oh no problem, have fun!
RA: [bye]
me: [bye]
i already know the three of us have inspired new stories and journeys, long and short, in each of our lives. it moves me to know that ryan-adams-the-guy has been an essential link in connecting with a good friend again, and that even a little effort can manifest itself so hugely, and in the most unexpectedly positive ways, when tended to. it took a contemplative year to pick up a phone; a day to bring that simple sentiment to fruition.
shyness is not a factor in my life anymore. if someone is moderately approachable and worth talking to, i will attend to both notions. the worst that happens is bugging someone who doesn't want to be bugged, but that doesn't last long. there are too many fleeting shoulda/coulda/wouldas in life not to capitalize on a should be/could be/will be moment of life, but this is only a thoughtful meandering. the real issue is what to make of these moments and how to make them uniquely grand in the largest sense of the word. life is a series of short interviews with everyone you meet, and if you do well, you get to go on more interviews until the day you die. if you do poorly, you get to go on more interviews until the day you die. it does not matter who is paying whose bills along the way; there will always be bills, and they will always be paid or unpaid. who do you want to interview? who interviews you? what do you see when you look at strangers? who do you want to affect, and who do you allow to affect you? and how, and why? then, do. life does.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
soft spring
(original artwork by vladimir kush)
dutch baklavah - soft spring (198mb)
run time: 1:26:34
i curated this mix with a thesis as follows: the first song you hear in the morning and the last song you hear at night have massive impacts on your waking days and restful nights. as such, soft spring commands and mellows the psyche and psoul into a woozy garden of neuronal delicacies. steel-stringed solace melds with breathy vocals that skip verbal stones across placid banks of sonic repositories in this 86-minute-long set. as any other garden, this spring mix is chock full of small thematic emblems expressing themselves by various degrees, like shades of red and blue on a berry bush. travel with me along endless rivers--bumpy with leaping pike, colors doted at will by the sun--which travel by their own currents to reach their own conclusions.
[tracklist => comments]
Sunday, February 14, 2010
balumtimes
dutch baklavah - balumtimes day (98mb)
total run time: 53:27
this is for cody. happy balumtimes day!
tracklist => comments
Monday, February 8, 2010
terry riley
terry riley - a rainbow in curved air (1967)
1. a rainbow in curved air (18:41)
2. poppy nogood and the phantom band (21:44)
"he draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument." /bill shakespeare
related: the who - baba o'riley
1. a rainbow in curved air (18:41)
2. poppy nogood and the phantom band (21:44)
"he draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument." /bill shakespeare
related: the who - baba o'riley
Monday, February 1, 2010
galaxy cruising
dutch baklavah - galaxy cruising (132mb)
total run time - 1:11:58
compiled during the final months of 2009 in strict correlation with my new job at amoeba. the idea for this mix was to create something that'd get me to and from work on the los angeles metro road buses and subways during heavy day traffic and long, late-night bus stop waiting. as the music begins, i head off on my bike toward the bus stop a couple miles away. after affixing my bike to a no parking sign, i wait for the bus; when i eventually arrive at the underground tubular transports, i speed through the dark for a while (that's where the dubstep comes in). i then leave the subway system and emerge directly into the heart of hollywood tourist country. soothingly distracting music is in order: bowie; boyd; and croaking frogs. as i near amoeba to start the day, it's almost time to listen to nine hours of mostly sublime music that i have no control over hearing.
on one particularly slow tuesday evening, i got paid for an hour's worth of standing completely still with my hands folded at my waist while rick james' "street songs" played in its entirety. working at amoeba is to constantly travel through realms multifarious, and galaxy cruising is a representation of that perpetual motion. enjoy.
tracklist:
1. ghostland observatory - opening credits
2. air - surfin' on a rocket
3. atlas sound - galaxy cruisers (for a.c.)
4. memory tapes - bicycle (horrors cosmic dub)
5. broken social scene - finish your collapse and stay for breakfast
6. sorcerer - shaolin style
7. battles - tonto (four tet remix)
8. burial(/four tet) - wolf cub
9. burial - distant lights
10. animal collective - on a highway (bbc radio session)
11. fool's gold - surprise hotel (phaseone remix)
12. phoenix - love like a sunset
13. david bowie - an occasional dream
14. incubus - aqueous transmission
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
raptacular hiphopbop sock box
dutch baklavah + grand city moonrunners - raptacular hiphopbop sock box (89mb)
1. eric b. & rakim - i ain't no joke
2. mos def - close edge
3. mf doom - method man
4. madvillain - great day
5. lyrics born - callin' out
6. bullion - god only knows
7. king geedorah - anti-matter feat. mf doom & mr. f
8. a tribe called quest - excursions
9. method man - release yo' self
10. dungeon family - 6 minutes (dungeon family it's on)
11. cadence weapon - oliver square
12. lyrics born - lady don't tek no
13. edan - funky voltron veat. insight
14. clipse - trill
total run time - 48:22
compiled by b-money in late '08, mixed by dutch baklavah in late '09. enjoy.
more mixes on the way!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
smorelectric tunes
continuing with the dj mixes, soulwax put together nearly two hours of sixty-three sort of girl-talky jams that weave in and out of each other faster than a school of fish avoiding hungry dolphins. this comp will probably make you want to mix your own favorite songs down to one track just for ease and fluidity of listening.
soulwax - 50,000,000 soulwax fans can't be wrong (2005, pw: nodata.tv)
cd1 tracklist:
1. intro (0:43)
2. david bowie - rebel rebel (soulwax edit) (4:00)
3. soulwax - e-talking (soulwax nite version) (4:15)
4. märtini brös. - big and dirty (tiga remix) (2:50)
5. thomas anderson - washing up (1:14)
6. puffy & felix - jack u (4:08)
7. bob seger & the silver bullet band - ramblin' gamblin' man (1:26)
8. whitey - y.u.h.2.b.m.2 (2:09)
9. ladytron - sugar (1:52)
10. fischerspooner - just let go (thin white duke remix) (2:17)
11. sweet light - trixx (soulwax edit) (2:49)
12. puffy & felix - 20-minute versions (2:50)
13. vitalic - valletta fanfares (0:57)
14. miss kittin - requiem for a hit (soulwax edit) (3:06)
15. simian mobile disco - the count (1:38)
16. whomadewho - satisfaction (1:52)
17. jackos - bats danse (1:30)
18. zongamin - bongo song (1:42)
19. midnight mike - hot in the kitchen (2:10)
20. hot chip - over and over (3:16)
21. ampex link (0:21)
22. beastie boys - stand together (soulwax edit) (2:29)
23. annie - chewing gum (a cappella) (0:54)
24. [unknown] vs. first it giveth (nocturnal emissions vs. queens of the stone age) (2:26)
25. ol' dirty bastard - got your money (0:54)
26. fatal error - fatal error (1:14)
27. adriano celentano - prisencolinensinainciusol (2:00)
28. the girls - zebra jeans (2:36)
cd2 tracklist:
1. intro (0:06)
2. kling klang - heavydale (0:55)
3. lcd soundsystem - daft punk is playing in my house (soulwax shibuya mix) (3:59)
4. franz and shape - countach (3:16)
5. yellow house - jack my body (1:11)
6. jersey devil social club - homage at 121 bpm (1:13)
7. tiga - louder than a bomb (2:15)
8. !!! - hello? is this thing on? (thomas' n eric's rub and tug throwdown) (1:42)
9. whitey - leave them all behind (soulwax mix) (3:28)
10. blues explosion - mars, arizona (dfa remix) (3:12)
11. tiga - move my body (3:56)
12. linus loves - night music (1:35)
13. lopazz - blood (tiefschwarz remix) (1:34)
14. static - dream it (u.s. rave mix) (0:21)
15. cubik vs. dominator (808 state vs. human resource) (5:07)
16. audion - kisses (1:30)
17. mu - paris hilton (2:00)
18. mr. oizo - flat beat (1:44)
19. ark - sucubz (mr. oizo remix) (1:51)
20. soulwax - teachers (1:46)
21. gary numan - steel and you (1:59)
22. the jimi hendrix experience - little miss lover (0:07)
23. m.i.a. - galang (0:09)
24. jay-z - 99 problems (0:24)
25. zz top - cheap sunglasses (3:15)
26. public enemy - she watch channel zero?! (0:51)
27. snoop dogg - drop it like it's hot (0:22)
28. kraftwerk - the man machine (0:14)
29. dj shadow - the number song (0:29)
30. dutch breaks - full block (0:22)
31. ronnie james dio - dream diver (1:42)
32. the animals - a girl named sandals (1:35)
33. the chemical brothers - galvanize (0:23)
34. dizzee rascal - fix up look sharp (0:20)
35. db - future now (2:25)
madlib - beat konducta (vol. 5-6)
fantastic tribute to dilla recommended by avey tare. 'nuff said.
madlib - infinity sound (never ending) (vol. 5)
madlib - anthenagin' (?) (vol. 5)
madlib - first class (the best catalogue) (vol. 6)
madlib - smoked out (green blaze subliminal sounds) (vol. 6)
madlib - show me the good life (chip stack) (vol. 6)
madlib - smoke interlude (hawaiian punch) (vol 6)
toro y moi - causers of this (2010)
chill-wave.
toro y moi - lissoms
toro y moi - causers of this
omar rodriguez-lopez - solar gambling (2009)
dude from mars volta. solar gambling literally screams of the energy and intensity that comprises the former. i picked this up for the album art and thoroughly enjoyed parts of the record. if i were a hardcore mars volta van i'd probably love this a lot more. either way, it's worth hearing/feeling.
omar rodriguez-lopez - un buitre amable me pico
omar rodriguez-lopez - miel del ojo
related: the mars volta - frances the mute (2005)
the mars volta - l'via l'viaquez
sort of related: spoon - gimme fiction (2005)
spoon - the two sides of monsieur valentine
fader media collaborated with animal collective on their latest mag. this issue includes noah lennox interviewing eric copeland of black dice and brian weitz interviewing cast members from the state, among many other ac-related goodies, including music, film and art. the mag is fully and freely downloadable here in print and here as a beautifully mixed audio playlist starting with an abby portner jam that segues into what would i want? sky, which in turn morphs into black dice's earnings plus interest. so on and so forth for 45+ minutes, including the new panda bear/pantha du prince track, the splendour. this production offers an amazing recent insight to the band and the current goings-on of its affiliated, artsy compadres. this is super duper bluper highly recommended, especially if you dig ac.
related: here is an old pitchfork interview with a pre-feels animal collective from 2003.
there is so much life-affirming music out there. you should experience it.
soulwax - 50,000,000 soulwax fans can't be wrong (2005, pw: nodata.tv)
cd1 tracklist:
1. intro (0:43)
2. david bowie - rebel rebel (soulwax edit) (4:00)
3. soulwax - e-talking (soulwax nite version) (4:15)
4. märtini brös. - big and dirty (tiga remix) (2:50)
5. thomas anderson - washing up (1:14)
6. puffy & felix - jack u (4:08)
7. bob seger & the silver bullet band - ramblin' gamblin' man (1:26)
8. whitey - y.u.h.2.b.m.2 (2:09)
9. ladytron - sugar (1:52)
10. fischerspooner - just let go (thin white duke remix) (2:17)
11. sweet light - trixx (soulwax edit) (2:49)
12. puffy & felix - 20-minute versions (2:50)
13. vitalic - valletta fanfares (0:57)
14. miss kittin - requiem for a hit (soulwax edit) (3:06)
15. simian mobile disco - the count (1:38)
16. whomadewho - satisfaction (1:52)
17. jackos - bats danse (1:30)
18. zongamin - bongo song (1:42)
19. midnight mike - hot in the kitchen (2:10)
20. hot chip - over and over (3:16)
21. ampex link (0:21)
22. beastie boys - stand together (soulwax edit) (2:29)
23. annie - chewing gum (a cappella) (0:54)
24. [unknown] vs. first it giveth (nocturnal emissions vs. queens of the stone age) (2:26)
25. ol' dirty bastard - got your money (0:54)
26. fatal error - fatal error (1:14)
27. adriano celentano - prisencolinensinainciusol (2:00)
28. the girls - zebra jeans (2:36)
cd2 tracklist:
1. intro (0:06)
2. kling klang - heavydale (0:55)
3. lcd soundsystem - daft punk is playing in my house (soulwax shibuya mix) (3:59)
4. franz and shape - countach (3:16)
5. yellow house - jack my body (1:11)
6. jersey devil social club - homage at 121 bpm (1:13)
7. tiga - louder than a bomb (2:15)
8. !!! - hello? is this thing on? (thomas' n eric's rub and tug throwdown) (1:42)
9. whitey - leave them all behind (soulwax mix) (3:28)
10. blues explosion - mars, arizona (dfa remix) (3:12)
11. tiga - move my body (3:56)
12. linus loves - night music (1:35)
13. lopazz - blood (tiefschwarz remix) (1:34)
14. static - dream it (u.s. rave mix) (0:21)
15. cubik vs. dominator (808 state vs. human resource) (5:07)
16. audion - kisses (1:30)
17. mu - paris hilton (2:00)
18. mr. oizo - flat beat (1:44)
19. ark - sucubz (mr. oizo remix) (1:51)
20. soulwax - teachers (1:46)
21. gary numan - steel and you (1:59)
22. the jimi hendrix experience - little miss lover (0:07)
23. m.i.a. - galang (0:09)
24. jay-z - 99 problems (0:24)
25. zz top - cheap sunglasses (3:15)
26. public enemy - she watch channel zero?! (0:51)
27. snoop dogg - drop it like it's hot (0:22)
28. kraftwerk - the man machine (0:14)
29. dj shadow - the number song (0:29)
30. dutch breaks - full block (0:22)
31. ronnie james dio - dream diver (1:42)
32. the animals - a girl named sandals (1:35)
33. the chemical brothers - galvanize (0:23)
34. dizzee rascal - fix up look sharp (0:20)
35. db - future now (2:25)
madlib - beat konducta (vol. 5-6)
fantastic tribute to dilla recommended by avey tare. 'nuff said.
madlib - infinity sound (never ending) (vol. 5)
madlib - anthenagin' (?) (vol. 5)
madlib - first class (the best catalogue) (vol. 6)
madlib - smoked out (green blaze subliminal sounds) (vol. 6)
madlib - show me the good life (chip stack) (vol. 6)
madlib - smoke interlude (hawaiian punch) (vol 6)
toro y moi - causers of this (2010)
chill-wave.
toro y moi - lissoms
toro y moi - causers of this
omar rodriguez-lopez - solar gambling (2009)
dude from mars volta. solar gambling literally screams of the energy and intensity that comprises the former. i picked this up for the album art and thoroughly enjoyed parts of the record. if i were a hardcore mars volta van i'd probably love this a lot more. either way, it's worth hearing/feeling.
omar rodriguez-lopez - un buitre amable me pico
omar rodriguez-lopez - miel del ojo
related: the mars volta - frances the mute (2005)
the mars volta - l'via l'viaquez
sort of related: spoon - gimme fiction (2005)
spoon - the two sides of monsieur valentine
fader media collaborated with animal collective on their latest mag. this issue includes noah lennox interviewing eric copeland of black dice and brian weitz interviewing cast members from the state, among many other ac-related goodies, including music, film and art. the mag is fully and freely downloadable here in print and here as a beautifully mixed audio playlist starting with an abby portner jam that segues into what would i want? sky, which in turn morphs into black dice's earnings plus interest. so on and so forth for 45+ minutes, including the new panda bear/pantha du prince track, the splendour. this production offers an amazing recent insight to the band and the current goings-on of its affiliated, artsy compadres. this is super duper bluper highly recommended, especially if you dig ac.
related: here is an old pitchfork interview with a pre-feels animal collective from 2003.
there is so much life-affirming music out there. you should experience it.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
much love
headphones times! rounding out december, eeking in my last picks for music we like--and music i affirmatively love very much--before the year ends.
four tet - much love to the plastic people
mexcellent new mix from four tet, set to release his upcoming there is love in you in late january. just over 78 minutes of reasonably moving music from what is, perhaps, plastic people's favorite man at the helm of a set of turntables. what starts out as a compilation of four tetty dancefloor jams relaxes into some truly fonkay jazzy and tropically inspired afro tunes. this mix is perfect for starting out in a certain headspace and ending up in a completely different, albeit wholly pleasant, mindset.
related: burial/four tet - wolf cub/moth
i listen to this pretty much every night on the way home from work as the clock nears midnight. sharp, invisible, complex beats that skate on thin ice and keep me conscious enough to speed over it with them.
four tet/burial - moth
also: white rainbow - new clouds
upward dripping, otherworldly elements floating up into the ether and bumping each other harmoniously along the way, melding and morphing into sonic dreamscapes. bottoming out at twelve minutes and topping out at over twenty, new clouds will please and ease your unwinding mind. mmmm.
white rainbow - tuesday rollers and strollers
with special guest: washed out - fantastic symphony mix
twenty-some minutes of music like a sunset.
1. arch m – bedrm band at caf nva (edit)
2. the samps – magnetic thys
3. samiyam – wrap up
4. toro Y Moi – brubek
5. koushik – homage
6. osborne – afrika (bullion remix)
7. iasos – inter-dimentional music
8. jack nitzsche – untitled (edit)
9. the khalsa string band – song of bliss
four tet - much love to the plastic people
mexcellent new mix from four tet, set to release his upcoming there is love in you in late january. just over 78 minutes of reasonably moving music from what is, perhaps, plastic people's favorite man at the helm of a set of turntables. what starts out as a compilation of four tetty dancefloor jams relaxes into some truly fonkay jazzy and tropically inspired afro tunes. this mix is perfect for starting out in a certain headspace and ending up in a completely different, albeit wholly pleasant, mindset.
related: burial/four tet - wolf cub/moth
i listen to this pretty much every night on the way home from work as the clock nears midnight. sharp, invisible, complex beats that skate on thin ice and keep me conscious enough to speed over it with them.
four tet/burial - moth
also: white rainbow - new clouds
upward dripping, otherworldly elements floating up into the ether and bumping each other harmoniously along the way, melding and morphing into sonic dreamscapes. bottoming out at twelve minutes and topping out at over twenty, new clouds will please and ease your unwinding mind. mmmm.
white rainbow - tuesday rollers and strollers
with special guest: washed out - fantastic symphony mix
twenty-some minutes of music like a sunset.
1. arch m – bedrm band at caf nva (edit)
2. the samps – magnetic thys
3. samiyam – wrap up
4. toro Y Moi – brubek
5. koushik – homage
6. osborne – afrika (bullion remix)
7. iasos – inter-dimentional music
8. jack nitzsche – untitled (edit)
9. the khalsa string band – song of bliss
Friday, December 11, 2009
bonnaroo is in six months
yesssssss bonnaroo 2010 yessssssssssssss.
las grecas - gipsy rock (1974)
las grecas - la zarzamora
las grecas - asingara
soul jazz records presents: tropicalia - a brazilian revolution in sound
soul jazz records can do no wrong. every compilation they put out is phenomenal and chock full of completely unheard of, incredible songs from around the world. this comp is full of scratchy, sharp guitars and brillo paddy horns ranging from ultra soft to wholly assertive. soaring brazilian vocals. super duper highly recommended for people who enjoy music.
os mutantes - a minha menina
gilberto gil & os mutantes - domingo no parque
caetano veloso - alfômega
black dice - repo (2009)
on repeat. textures, textures, textures. sounds a lot like the album art looks, and i picked it up in amoeba because it caught my eye and i'd been meaning to give black dice another serious go around in my headspace since hearing two excellent compilations featuring their music.* the more you get into this album, the more it gets into you. repo is sort of the aural equivalent of putting all kinds of toys, children's or otherwise, into a garbage compactor and squeezing it out of a massive playdough extruder.
black dice - glazin
black dice - earnings plus interest
black dice - vegetable
*black dice - pigpen (from the ultrafluid two-part living bridge comp; pigpen is also on black dice's load blown, released in 2007)
other notables on living bridge (2008):
avey tare - i'm your eagle kisser
telepathe - i can't stand it
fischerspooner - amuse bouche
*black dice - trip dude delay (from hisham bharoocha's they keep me smiling... compilation, released april of 2004. the above image is not the album art as drawn by hisham, but it conveys his similarly happy, confused, bubbly vein of collage/line art. zang.)
other notables on they keep me smiling...:
gang gang dance - rugs of prayer
animal collective - the kite
delia gonzalez & gavin russom - relevee
tes - it's like dat
las grecas - gipsy rock (1974)
las grecas - la zarzamora
las grecas - asingara
soul jazz records presents: tropicalia - a brazilian revolution in sound
soul jazz records can do no wrong. every compilation they put out is phenomenal and chock full of completely unheard of, incredible songs from around the world. this comp is full of scratchy, sharp guitars and brillo paddy horns ranging from ultra soft to wholly assertive. soaring brazilian vocals. super duper highly recommended for people who enjoy music.
os mutantes - a minha menina
gilberto gil & os mutantes - domingo no parque
caetano veloso - alfômega
black dice - repo (2009)
on repeat. textures, textures, textures. sounds a lot like the album art looks, and i picked it up in amoeba because it caught my eye and i'd been meaning to give black dice another serious go around in my headspace since hearing two excellent compilations featuring their music.* the more you get into this album, the more it gets into you. repo is sort of the aural equivalent of putting all kinds of toys, children's or otherwise, into a garbage compactor and squeezing it out of a massive playdough extruder.
black dice - glazin
black dice - earnings plus interest
black dice - vegetable
*black dice - pigpen (from the ultrafluid two-part living bridge comp; pigpen is also on black dice's load blown, released in 2007)
other notables on living bridge (2008):
avey tare - i'm your eagle kisser
telepathe - i can't stand it
fischerspooner - amuse bouche
*black dice - trip dude delay (from hisham bharoocha's they keep me smiling... compilation, released april of 2004. the above image is not the album art as drawn by hisham, but it conveys his similarly happy, confused, bubbly vein of collage/line art. zang.)
other notables on they keep me smiling...:
gang gang dance - rugs of prayer
animal collective - the kite
delia gonzalez & gavin russom - relevee
tes - it's like dat
Friday, December 4, 2009
dreamweapon
spacemen 3 - dreamweapon (1988)
spacemen 3 - ecstasy in slow motion
planetary scientist carolyn porco shows images from the cassini voyage to saturn, focusing on its largest moon, titan, and on frozen enceladus, which seems to shoot jets of ice.
brightblack morning light - s/t (2006)
brightblack morning light - everybody daylight
brightblack morning light - star blanket river child
with new data from the keck telescopes, andrea ghez shows how state-of-the-art adaptive optics are helping astronomers understand our universe's most mysterious objects: black holes. she shares evidence that a supermassive black hole may be lurking at the center of the milky way.
spacemen 3 - ecstasy in slow motion
planetary scientist carolyn porco shows images from the cassini voyage to saturn, focusing on its largest moon, titan, and on frozen enceladus, which seems to shoot jets of ice.
brightblack morning light - s/t (2006)
brightblack morning light - everybody daylight
brightblack morning light - star blanket river child
with new data from the keck telescopes, andrea ghez shows how state-of-the-art adaptive optics are helping astronomers understand our universe's most mysterious objects: black holes. she shares evidence that a supermassive black hole may be lurking at the center of the milky way.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
various artists
kurt vile - childish prodigy
like a one-man white denim on xanax. electric, atmospheric, grungy, haze that glimmers in a shiny sheen over my neurons at nighttime. good for long solo drives. at nighttime.
kurt vile - dead alive
kurt vile - freak train
kurt vile - blackberry song
kurt vile - amplifier
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - dracula boots
this record sounds like a half-hearted grunge-cabaret joke for the first few songs, but segues into a seriously crazy psychedelic grunge-cabaret face melter. the lyrics abruptly stop and the musicmakers jam the f out for the rest of the tunes. i get the feeling this album was recorded in one go. beginning where it gets good:
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - black santa
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - pumpkin pie
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - rare as the yeti
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - kris kringle ju ju
beck - record club: the velvet underground & nico (1967)
beck - run run run
beck - all tomorrow's parties (feat. thorunn magnusdottir)
beck - i'll be your mirror
beck - european son
various artists - strike 100
totally self-explanatory. the music is two hours of fluid sonics delineating the album art.
johnny cash - i heard the lonesome whistle blow (apparat remix)
jan jelineck - happening tone
peter grummich - solarain
anders ilar - 1003 lullabies
like a one-man white denim on xanax. electric, atmospheric, grungy, haze that glimmers in a shiny sheen over my neurons at nighttime. good for long solo drives. at nighttime.
kurt vile - dead alive
kurt vile - freak train
kurt vile - blackberry song
kurt vile - amplifier
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - dracula boots
this record sounds like a half-hearted grunge-cabaret joke for the first few songs, but segues into a seriously crazy psychedelic grunge-cabaret face melter. the lyrics abruptly stop and the musicmakers jam the f out for the rest of the tunes. i get the feeling this album was recorded in one go. beginning where it gets good:
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - black santa
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - pumpkin pie
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - rare as the yeti
kid congo & the pink monkey birds - kris kringle ju ju
beck - record club: the velvet underground & nico (1967)
beck - run run run
beck - all tomorrow's parties (feat. thorunn magnusdottir)
beck - i'll be your mirror
beck - european son
various artists - strike 100
totally self-explanatory. the music is two hours of fluid sonics delineating the album art.
johnny cash - i heard the lonesome whistle blow (apparat remix)
jan jelineck - happening tone
peter grummich - solarain
anders ilar - 1003 lullabies
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