Monday, November 9, 2009

(via shihlunTW)

Vini Reilly has written a tribute album in memory of Tony Wilson (Factory Records, The Hacienda). It will be out next year.

Here is a video interview with Reilly talking about the album and friendship with Wilson.

New Fuck Button's album is pretty sweet

Tarot Sport - Fuck Buttons
Friday, November 6, 2009
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Boss Hog - What the Fuck.

Yeah, what the fuck. No wait, what the fuck?

(Confession: The only thing I would have done differently if I were in Kevin Seconds’s shoes is actually jack-off to the t-shirt before I burnt it. And you know I would have blogged about it, too).

h/t SFT.

Thursday, November 5, 2009
Saudade has been described as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist … a turning towards the past or towards the future”. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing. It may also be translated as a deep longing or yearning for something which does not exist or is unattainable.

Saudade - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (via feralnostalgia) (via ontheborderland)

Also, the name of some floor-sitters from Portland.

And a beautiful song by Love and Rockets:

If you don’t like Saudade and wish to have no more of it, then this bossa nova song is yours:

Friday, October 30, 2009

(via garywalkerleeds)

Make It Easy On Yourself today.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

fuckyeahtheoccult:

Broadcast and the Focus Group - The Be Colony (brought to my attention via seaserpentheart)

Nothing to claim but my megabytes

I just downloaded the new Broadcast and Focus Group collaboration. It was a big headache. I won’t say which music service I used, because I’ve had no problems with it before, and the problem might be with my virus protection program. But I had to practically fly over to England and bring back all the mp3 in my carry-on luggage.

Anyway, I’m listening to the album now, and I’m already annoyed. The songs keep cutting off in unexpected places, and I can’t tell whether some clicks and pops belong to the music or are artifacts of damaged mp3 files. I assume that the jump cuts and the degraded fidelity are intentional, but I can’t be one-hundred percent for sure.

I’m not getting this album at all. It consists of twenty plus two minute tracks. It’s like watching TV with someone holding down the channel changing button.

Bottom line: I’d rather I owned this album on vinyl (and my record player was working), and I don’t care for music whose playing time necessarily has to be converted into weed minutes before it can be appreciated.

Maybe I’m just frustrated right now.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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Ruth White - Wheel of Fortune

Monday, October 26, 2009
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arsvitaest:

crashinglybeautiful:

Don’t Explain – Dexter Gordon

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Jill Tracy

Diabolical Streak - Jill Tracy
Thursday, October 22, 2009

Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture

I noticed that there is a biopic in the works about The Juice Crew. It’s called The Vapors. Keke Palmer (Akeelah and the Bee) has been cast to play Roxanne Shanté, and Nas is rumored to play Kool G Rap. Cuba Gooding Jr. will play hip-hop producer Marley Marl.

I find classic rap tedious. I can’t get all the way through Shanté’s cut, for example. But G Rap is the exception to the rule. He still sounds good.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009 Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Slapp happy - Casablanca Moon (via PalepoliChild)

You gotta work tomorrow, but fuck it. There’s an unopened bottle of Riesling in the refrigerator. Have a glass or two, listen to some Slapp Happy and pretend you don’t.

With its true spiritual center in Richard Florida-lauded “creative” college towns such as Portland, Ore., this is the music of young “knowledge workers” in training, and that has sonic consequences: Rather than body-centered, it is bookish and nerdy; rather than being instrumentally or vocally virtuosic, it shows off its chops via its range of allusions and high concepts with the kind of fluency both postmodern pop culture and higher education teach its listeners to admire. (Many rap MCs juggle symbologies just as deftly, but it’s seldom their main point.) This doesn’t make coffeehouse-indie shallow, but it can result in something more akin to the 1960s folk revival, with fretful collegiate intellectuals in a Cuban Missile Crisis mood, seeking purity and depth in antiquarian music and escapist spirituality. Not exactly a recipe for a booty-shaking party. The trouble with indie rock. - By Carl Wilson - Slate Magazine