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"Every Second of the Night" Kickstarter

2012-02-03T03:32:00.000-08:00

Hello Blogosphere!
I hope you can take a minute to check out my Kickstarter for the new album! My bandmate and I are giving out all sorts of goodies for each and every pledge. THANKS

Jayhawks vs. RHCP vs. Aloe Blacc vs. Tom Petty

2012-01-28T17:29:00.001-08:00

Drrrty did it.

2012-01-10T22:21:00.000-08:00

"I am always doing what I cannot do, in order to learn how to do it"
- Vincent Van Gogh

The Weeknd - Echos of Silence

2012-01-02T15:39:00.000-08:00

New free album by The Weeknd-
boom!

2011-12-19T00:40:00.001-08:00

Fat Clark now on Facebook, pick up fun free mixes: http://www.facebook.com/fatclark

2011-12-17T01:49:00.001-08:00

my music in this awesome mountain bike video:

32 [S]Miles per Hour from Filme von Draussen on Vimeo.

Guster (Bins' Remix)

2011-11-29T16:36:00.000-08:00

Hear it here, and please vote for me!
http://www.indabamusic.com/opportunities#!/opportunities/guster-remix-contest/submissions/84302

Fat Clark - Solace

2011-11-10T19:41:00.001-08:00

Solace by Fat Clark
Beach House - Gila
The Weeknd - Loft Music
D'Angelo - Alright
Wax Tailor - Que sera
Quincy Jones - Summer in the City
Action Figure Party - Nappy Dugout
Onra - Tape This
10 Foot Ganja Plant - Pure Sugar
Janko Nilovic - Chorus For Leslie
N.E.R.D. - God Bless Us All
Oy - Snake (Mexicans with Guns Remix)
The Books - Don't Even Sing About It
Millionyoung - Obelisk
Handsome Boy Modeling School - Breakdown (feat. Jack Johnson)
Atmosphere - The Woman with the Tatooed Hands (instrumental)
TOKiMONSTA - Sweet Day
Yoko Kanno - Space Lion
Four Tet - Unspoken
edIT - (untitled)
Wagon Christ - Natural Suction
Shinka Marufuku - Tanicha Rhythm
Flying Lotus - Galaxy in Janaki
Dia Prometido - Aeropuerto

[Music Video] The Bins + Sole - Inspiration

2011-11-09T11:35:00.000-08:00

The embed dimensions are screwed up, so double click to watch in full screen :)

The Bins + Sole "Inspiration" Remix EP

2011-10-30T00:28:00.001-07:00

&amp;amp;lt;a href="http://thebins.bandcamp.com/album/inspiration"&amp;amp;gt;Inspiration by The Bins&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;

The Weeknd - Thursday

2011-08-29T00:13:00.000-07:00

What! The Weeknd's new record's been out a week already and nobody told me? That's not a good sign. But before I judge, I'm going to give it a good, open-minded listen. Of course, House of Balloons was one of my favorite releases of 2011 and will be hard to top, but I have faith in them. In case you're not in the know, these "mixtapes" are absolutely free- you can't buy them even if you wanted to. Pick it up.

Israel Song Festival 1974

2011-08-24T13:53:00.000-07:00

Israeli pop in the Dominican Republic?!

Definitely a dusty and random dig. I had to remove a layer of crud off the surface, I'm sure it hasn't been played since it washed up on the Caribbean shores. I was told there were no longer LPs in the Dominican Republic, but after a long hot wild goose chase around the capital I struck gold:

Whenever I find a "Song Festival" record, I usually pick it up, especially the Italian ones (San Remo); there's usually good stuff on them. This Israeli one is a first for me, and it was a pleasant surprise. The music strays from epic pop reminiscent of golden era Hollwood film scores- grand string and horn arrangements, to downright dark and funky. An interesting listen.

SIDE 1
1. Ilanit - Im Yipol Hakochav Sheli
2. Igal Bashan - Yih'Yeh Pa'Am Tov
3. Ilana Rovina - Na'ari
4. Ha'achim Veha'achayot - Ahava Rishona
5. Nethanela - Shir Hayonah
6. Boaz Sharabi - Lif'amim Ani Margish She'ani Tzarich Knafayim

SIDE 2
1. Shlomo Artzi and Mrs Apple Group - Haballada Al Baruch Jamili
2. Michal Tal - Lo Avater
3. Mathi Caspi and Shokolad Menta Mastik - Noah
4. Dorith Reuveni - Leilo Shel Eliahu Hanavi
5. Shlishiat Haneshamot Hatehorot - Shna'im
6. Silvan and Yair - Shir Le'aba Ve'ima

Orchestra conducted by Itzhak Graziani
ripped at 320

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2011-08-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

All original jazz fusion jams from the incredible Adam Walter:
Jigsaw Jazz by Walternative Music
4thcomin by Walternative Music

Afrique - Soul Makossa [1972 - Cameroon]

2011-08-14T22:36:00.000-07:00

A fun afro-funky treasure you're sure to dig. I'm especially feeling the title track, a cover of Manu Dibango massive 1972 hit which, apparently is not only the first official disco song, but the only African record to reach Billboard's top 40. Not only that, it was recorded as a b-side to a song about Cameroon's football team! Dibango's "Soul Makossa" is also hailed as a b-boy anthem, but I think this record's version has a funkier and better break. Additional covers such as Bill Wither's "Kissing My Love" make this a favorite among DJs and beat-makers such as myself (;
get it
hear the original hit:

BTW, I can't take credit for this rip- thanks Magic Notes.

Barnstorm Breaks Vol. 5

2011-08-10T08:03:00.000-07:00

1. David Axelrod - The Warning Talk (Part III)
2. Dawn - Easy Evil
3. Gabor Szabo - Witchcraft
4. Gal Costa - Com medo, com pedro
5. Georges Delerue - Expoir
6. Get Up and Boogie - 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover
7. Iron Butterfly - Get Out Of My Life, Woman
8. Les DeMerle - Moondial
9. Nico Fidenco - Black Emanuelle
10. Paul Revere - Ride On My Shoulder
11. Sidan - Ar Goll
12. The Emotions - I Like It
13. Three Dog Night - Good Time Living

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Hilarious Excerpt from Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughter-House Five

2011-07-25T15:39:00.000-07:00

Billy invited Trout to his eighteenth wedding anniversary which was only two days hence. Now the party was in progress.
Trout was in Billy's dining room, gobbling canapés. He was talking with a mouthful of Philadelphia cream cheese and salmon roe to an optometrist's wife. Everybody at the party was associated with optometry in some way, except Trout. And he alone was without glasses. He was making a great hit. Everybody was thrilled to have a real author at the party, even though they had never read his books.
Trout was talking to a Maggie White, who had given up being a dental assistant to become a homemaker for an optometrist. She was very pretty. The last book she read was Ivanhoe.
Billy Pilgrim stood nearby, listening. He was palpating something in his pocket. It was a present he was about to give his wife, a white satin box containing a star sapphire cocktail ring. The ring was worth eight hundred dollars.

The adulation that Trout was receiving, mindless and illiterate as it was, affected Trout like marijuana. He was happy and loud and impudent.
"I'm afraid I don't read as much as I ought to," said Maggie.
"We're all afraid of something," Trout replied. "I'm afraid of cancer and rats and Doberman pinschers."
"I should know, but I don't, so I have to ask," said Maggie, "what's the most famous thing you ever wrote?"
"It was about a funeral for a great French chef."
"That sounds interesting."
"All the great chefs in the world are there. It's a beautiful ceremony." Trout was making this up as he went along. "Just before the casket is closed, the mourners sprinkle parsley and paprika on the deceased." So it goes.

"Did that really happen?" said Maggie White. She was a dull person, but sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies right away. She hadn't had even one baby yet. She used birth control.
"Of course it happened," Trout told her. "If I wrote something that hadn't really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That's fraud."
Maggie believed him. "I'd never thought about that before."
"Think about it now."
"It's like advertising. You have to tell the truth in advertising, or you get in trouble."
"Exactly. The same body of law applies."
Do you think you might put us in a book sometime?"
"I put everything that happens to me in books."
"I guess I better be careful what I say."
"That's right. And I'm not the only one who's listening. God is listening, too. And on Judgment Day he's going to tell you all the things you said and did. If it turns out they're bad things instead of good things, that's too bad for you, because you'll burn forever and ever. The burning never stops hurting."
Poor Maggie turned gray. She believed that, too, and was petrified.
Kilgore Trout laughed uproariously. A salmon egg flew out of his mouth and landed in Maggie's cleavage.

Hannah Moriah - Picayune [2011]

2011-07-20T11:15:00.000-07:00

Be sure to check out Hannah Moriah's chilling indie folk EP Picayune. Hannah blessed us with her beautiful voice on our track "Tell the Whole Wide World" off Every Minute of the Day. She does all her own arrangements and shreds on the cello.

&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://hannahmoriah.bandcamp.com/album/picayune"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Picayune by Hannah Moriah&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;

2011-07-18T18:31:00.000-07:00

Check out Puzzle Paper's debut album Music for Scatterbrains.

and pick up the whole album here for free: http://www.slabyardsound.com/music-from-puzzle-papers.html

2011-07-17T19:18:00.000-07:00

DJ Drrrty Poonjabi of The Bins remixes "Teach Me How to Dougie"

2011-07-06T10:17:00.000-07:00

Check my music out on Sound Cloud:
Latest tracks by The Bins

Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 4

2011-06-28T22:30:00.000-07:00

Some super rare breaks here y'all...

1. Boz Scaggs - I'm Easy
2. Get Up and Boogie - Baretta's Theme
3. Henryk Debich - Na Opak
4. Kathy Smith - It's Taking So Long
5. Laurie Johnson - Hijack (pt. 1)
6. Les Crane - Eyes that See
7. Los Yorks - No puedo amar
8. Man - Out of Your Head
9. Nico Fidenco - Red Hot Wax
10. Peloma Mpokiou - Kapios Petheni
11. Sidan - Gobaith
12. The Soulful Strings - Take Five
13. The Weather Report - American Tango

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Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 3

2011-06-19T23:39:00.001-07:00

1. Barry Stoller - Funky Spider
2. Cannonball Adderley - Fun in the Church
3. Gabor Szabo - Caravan
4. Generique - Dernier domicile connu
5. Hugo Montenegro - Dizzy
6. Jalaleddin Takesh - Yasaria
7. L. Ron Hubbard - The Road to Freedom
8. Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy
9. Rodney Franklin - Parkay Man
10. The Crusaders - Free as the Wind
11. The Saint Vincent Latinaires - Broasted or Fried
12. The Vibrations - Love in Them There Hills
13. Yusef Lateef - Samba de amor

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The Bins - Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 2

2011-06-12T23:59:00.000-07:00

I hope you're diggin' these.

Once again: 13 tracks. Ultra rare breaks. Years of digging. Free.

1. Bob James - Nautilus
2. Charly Antolini - Jumping
3. Hur-el - Gonul Sabreyle Sabreyle
4. Hurdy Gurdy - The Giant
5. Kenny Rogers - We All Got to Help Each Other
6. Los Holys - Psicodelico Desconocido
7. Louis Bellson, Shelly Manne, Willie Bobo, Louis Bellson - Super Mellow
8. Medeski Martin and Wood - Big Time
9. Milt Jackson and Sonny Stitt - Baggy's Blues
10. Oneness of Juju - African Rhythms
11. Ray Bryant - The Fox Stalker
12. The Gil Evens Orchestra - Castles Made of Sand- Foxy Lady
13. The Son of P.M. - Luk Tunk Klong Yao

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2011-06-08T16:28:00.000-07:00

The Bins on Yours Truly:
http://yourstru.ly/2011/06/08/the-bins-every-minute-of-the-day/

The Bins - Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 1

2011-06-01T03:06:00.000-07:00

It's time to give back to the community.

I'm going to start putting out a bunch of breaks compilations. Here's the first of many yet to come!

13 tracks. Ultra rare breaks. Years of digging. Free.

1. Children of the Night - Monster Time
2. Circus 2000 - Hey Man
3. Czerone Gitary - Coda
4. Erkin Koray - Estarabim
5. Joefus - Country Boy
6. Los Walkers - Balada para un loco
7. Marmalade - Station on Third Avenue
8. Riz Ortolani - Cani e gatti
9. The Cyrkle - Nicole
10. Ultrafunk - Buffalo Soldier
11. Voco - Mahdi
12. XIT - Mississippi Riverboat Gamblin' Man
13. Yara Family - Shirahama Blues

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The Bins - Every Minute of the Day

2011-05-30T00:06:00.000-07:00

&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://thebins.bandcamp.com/album/every-minute-of-the-day"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Every Minute of the Day by The Bins&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;

download here: http://thebins.bandcamp.com/

2011-05-27T11:57:00.001-07:00

Music video I made for the song "Don't Go!" off my upcoming EP.

Screenwriting/Film Industry and Education Banter

2011-05-17T16:47:00.000-07:00

This is a response I made to a "Hollywood North" podcast that I thought I'd share.

I often stress the importance of taking classes that the student has no or little previous knowledge of. College is the perfect opportunity to make new discoveries, and should be taken advantage of. It makes me cringe when I hear a student has declared their major before they have even begun their first year. College is not necessarily meant for developing a skill, but discovering an interest that can lead to a passion. Furthermore, I believe college should not be geared towards making the student "job-ready", instead college should help a student gain knowledge regardless of the subject and allow them to gain life skills and experience.

Everyone wants to be appreciated and flattered; artists love to deny it, but they have major egos. After all, art is simply a false sense of contributing to human history that will inevitably one day be forgotten. However we cling to the belief that our impact can continue to be felt by future generations. Writers love being behind the scenes and are indeed in search of meaning to their life, but most screenwriters are not obsessed with the fame and the wealth. They are striving for a higher purpose, whether it exists or not.

It's unfortunate studios/producers etc. want to play it safe and not take risks when it's possible the film could be new and perhaps revolutionary. This is something I've really learned recently, and find it often discouraging (contributing to my cynicism towards the movie industry). It's too often films already have an established market whether it's a remake, adaptation, or fits the criteria of something that works again and again (i.e. "torture porn"). I've learned that by evaluating if the film has an established market or not will give you a good idea whether the film will be good or not- this saves time when picking a movie to go see at the theater!

The only job as an entertainer is to be entertaining- to not be boring, to allow people to escape. I think there can be a third reason: to educate someone. Of course you cannot solely be educational, but a successful movie can leave people with a bad feeling in their gut... but they've learned something. However, to be even more effective you can leave the audience with hope and the inspiration to do something good- did I just contradict myself? PS, I watch a lot of documentaries and social/political narratives.

An excellent movie will remove me from analyzing it and allow me to simply enjoy it. My high school lit/film teacher told me to never walk out of a theater, because you can always learn from its the film's mistakes; I've always kept true to this rule. I suppose that if you're not a filmmaker, you might as well walk out since you're probably wasting your time.

Must See Movies (You May Not Know)

2011-05-16T20:58:00.000-07:00

Need a good movie recommendation? Here's a list of some of my personal favorites in no particular order.

The Apartment, 1960, dir: Billy Wilder, drama
Bicycle Thieves (Ladri di biciclette), 1948, dir: Vittorio de Sica, drama
The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters, 2007, dir: Seth Gordon, documentary
Sin Nombre, 2009, dir: Cary Fukunaga, thriller
Gates of Heaven, 1978, dir: Errol Morris, documentary
Encounters at the End of the World, 2007, dir: Werner Herzog, documentary
Sugar, 2008, dir: Anna Boden, Ryan Fleck, drama
Requiem for a Heavyweight, 1962, dir: Ralph Nelson, drama
Before Sunrise, 1995, dir: Richard Linklater, drama
Food Inc., 2008, dir: Robert Kenner, documentary
Death to Smoochy, 2002, dir: Danny Devito, comedy
The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, 2003, dir: Judy Irving, documentary
Black Christmas, 1974, dir: Bob Clark, horror
Infamy, 2005, dir: Doug Pray, documentary
SLC Punk, 1999, dir: James Merendino, comedy
L'Auberge Espagnole, 2002, dir: Cedric Klapisch, comedy
Blow Up, 1966, dir: Michaelangelo Antonioni, mystery
Blackboard Jungle, 1955, dir: Richard Brooks, drama
Hot Fuzz, 2007, dir: Edgar Wright, action
Better Luck Tomorrow, 2003, dir: Justin Lin, drama
First Ascent, 2006, dir: Peter Mortimer, documentary
Rize, 2005, dir: David LaChapelle, documentary
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, 2002, dir: Chan-wook Park, thriller (don't watch the dubbed version- it's horrible!)
The Cove, 2009, dir: Louis Psihoyos, documentary
Sierra Leone's Refugee All Stars, 2005, dir: Zach Niles, Banker White, documentary

2011-04-25T19:36:00.000-07:00

My friends and I did a bunch of videos at this year's SXSW. This was probably my favorite session- The sunshine, warm people, good food, cold beer, and best of all, happy music...
The group is called The Head and the Heart. The song is Lost in My Mind.
Enjoy

The Head and The Heart
Tags:

The Head and The Heart, MTV Hive

Fat Clark - Glitch Bangers

2011-04-18T01:22:00.000-07:00

1. OPIOU - MONKEY CRUNK

2. eDIT - BACK UP OFF THE FLOOR PT. 2 feat. THE GROUCH

3. CHIDDY BANG - OPPOSITE OF ADULTS (BIG GIGANTIC REMIX)

4. NAS & DAMIEN MARLEY - AS WE ARE (VibeSquad REMIX)

5. TIMBALAND feat. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE - CARRY OUT (CRYPTEX REMIX)

6. XRABIT & DMG$ - FOLLOW THE LEADER (MEXICANS WITH GUNS REMIX)

7. dDAMAGE - PRESSURE

8. INFECTED MUSHROOM feat. SWOLLEN MEMBERS - ARTILLERY

9. THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. - B.I.G. INTERLUDE

10. SQUAREPUSHER - GO! SPASTIC

11. PREFUSE 73 - HOT WINTER'S DAY

12. HIFANA - PEETEEJAY

13. RJD2 - BUS STOP BITTIES

14. CHEB I SABBAH - ALKHER ILLA DOFFOR (BASSNECTAR REMIX)

15. PRETTY LIGHTS - GAZING AT THE GLARE

16. AN-TEN-NAE feat. BUCCANEER - WARNING

17. BASSNECTAR feat. SEASUNZ - STOMP

18. PRETTY LIGHTS - WORLD OF ILLUSION

19. OPIOU - LOIST MOINAL

20. eDIT feat. THE GROUCH - ARTSY (REMIX)

21. AN-TEN-NAE - TRIPPING ON BANANA PEELS (DUB)

22. THE GLITCH MOB - ANIMUS VOX

23. AmpLive feat. DEL THE FUNKY HOMOSAPIEN - VIDEO TAPEZ (RADIOHEAD REMIX)

24. CEPIA - ITHACA

25. RUN DMT - NEW PORT RICHEY (SNIPPET)

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Fat Clark - Glitch Bangers by Fat Clark

MGMT - Time to Pretend (lyrics)

2011-04-16T22:59:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend.

DJ Spinna & Bobbito aka DJ Cucumber Slice - Wonder Wrote It [2001 - USA]

2011-04-11T23:58:00.000-07:00

Gather 'round Stevie fans. The best way to describe this two volume compilation is by exactly what it says on the cover A Mixed Medley of 100% Stevie Wonder Compositions, Covers, and Cookies.

Although these guys are bad-ass DJs, there's no way they could have gotten the licenses to theses songs, so I'm giving it out to y'all for free!

disc 1

disc 2

2011-03-30T19:02:00.000-07:00

Mark Ronson on NPR

Twilight

2011-03-12T21:28:00.000-08:00

Sit back, relax, laugh.

Untitled from clark on Vimeo.

Way Back Wednesday - TROPICÁLIA

2011-03-09T17:28:00.001-08:00

get learned!

http://yourstru.ly/2011/03/09/way-back-wed-tropicalia/

MSK AWR in The City

2011-03-07T15:53:00.000-08:00

2011-03-06T09:50:00.001-08:00

sonnet entitled how to run the world)

A always don't there B being no such thing
for C can't casts no shadow D drink and

E eat of her voice in whose silence the music of spring
lives F feel opens but shuts understand
G gladly forget little having less

with every least each most remembering
H highest fly only the flag that's furled

(sestet entitled grass is flesh or swim
who can and bathe who must or any dream
means more than sleep as more than know means guess)

I item i immaculately owe
dying one life and will my rest to these

children building a rainman out of snow

- ee cummings

Fat Clark - Dinosaur

2011-02-21T21:07:00.001-08:00

An instant party in your seat!

GET IT HERE
or:
&amp;amp;lt;a href="http://fatclark.bandcamp.com/album/dinosaur"&amp;amp;gt;DINOSAUR by Fat Clark&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;

2011-02-21T19:31:00.000-08:00

"There is nothing more dangerous for you than your own family, your own room, your own past...You must leave them."

- André Gide

Bobby Blunt - Pieces of Pieces

2011-02-17T13:55:00.000-08:00

Some of the dopest shit I've heard in a while...and it's free!

http://bobbyblunt.bandcamp.com/album/pieces-of-pieces

donate if you can.

Letta Mbulu - Sings & Free Soul [1967,1968 - South Africa]

2011-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:00

Still not an Axelrod fanatic? Well, try this one on for size.

Although known as a jazz-funk pioneer, David Axelrod produced records of various genres; from psychedelic rock (see The Electric Prunes) to Afro-pop.

The Axelrod sound is still definitely apparent in this album, however the African/Western fusion results in a unique sound; Letta Mbulu powerful voice over Axelrod's orchestral arrangements.

Hip-hop heads will dig this too. I was completely unaware of the Louis Logic sample for his hilarious track "Coochie Coup" found on Letta's "Kukuchi."

By the way, it's your lucky day cuz this is a DOUBLE LP!

get it

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Undefeated

2011-01-25T13:50:00.000-08:00

A Inspiring Tale of Man vs. Boulder!
Enjoy this short documentary set in Bishop County, CA about my rock climbing friend Kourosh.

Undefeated from clark barclay on Vimeo.

2011-01-17T16:21:00.001-08:00

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I,
but when the trees bow down their heads
the wind is passing by.

2011-01-15T12:20:00.000-08:00

One of Biggie's illest verse:

sing along...

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping oldie 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
'Cause man

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Tutex to take over this projects
They call him Tutex, he tote two techs
And when he starts to bust
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last I'm literally lounging black,
Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call
It couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like Nino at the Carter
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy should be home in three
Until them I look south for the home family
A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'mma mold 'er now
Trick 'er little dope buying young girls fringes
Dealing with the dope fiend binges
Seeing syringes in the veins
Hard to explain how I maintain
The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet
Can't bag yet because's still wet
But when I dry back in five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashing line
I had to burst on the third
Rehearse that's my word
Thinking the game Ds knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no!
Even though they had me scared
Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes

That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

Sole - Year of the $exxx $ymbol

2011-01-15T11:58:00.000-08:00

sing along...

saturday, june 11th, 1 year later,
it took me 21 years to make this album.
but i did 3/4ths of it in the last 2 weeks.
notebooks after phone calls, cars lined up to be extinguished in the office place.
embarcadero is the biggest mauseleum imaginable,
this house can't stay clean.
too many superstars on the rug, too many tags on the fog on the mirror.
this is it, and i can see them when i see me.
reflection is relative, nothing can be finished by then.
these phone bills pile up, forgotten half of the convos anyway.
sole is idol worship, these songs are all different sides of me,
i dont know if that's a good or a bad thing.
but this is cleansing, a baptism in babylon.
a broken bottle of humans where idiosyncrasies are fiestas.
it's party time, and i forgot my hip-hop hat,
cut off all the heads quietly naked screaming for attention.
used to wear my ego as a sweater,
now it's the cape that follows me throughout the atmosphere.
keep your eyes to the ground, swallow your pride.
talk to the voices in your head.
how did the alarm get 2 hours ahead?
it's been like that for a minute, my hands are dirty.
and somehow i manage to separate that from the keyboards and melodies
that swallow up my fantasies.
smoke on these phrasings, i dont wanna be amazing.
just leave me, so i can record album number 6 next month,
and always remain inspired.

i'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil the moment
i'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil it...

i picture chubby deaf girls dancing in a black and white freeze frame.
i hear galaxies as communities i shall never see.
oh no, it's those creatures with the big heads and eyes and they're coming for me.
i think of pages burning, and lots of light beaming from an unseen source.
i'm more like this giant making boquets,
the bullet just entered and she entering pain.
it don't rain, it splatters, that's why my data remains after the pain.
don't blame me if all my songs sound the same.
i'm a product of envy and turmoil roller coasting insane.
trying to change the world 5 pages at a time,
calling green lights stops signs, it's all aura laborious.
my aura and story is static like clouds are sculptures.
humanity is too much cotton candy.
here's some food for thought in digestion decompose.
we compose, here's another patented product for your collection.
language is action packed, come on let's picnic,
and nitpick between factions, fact, fiction and mineral.
drink well the cactus...centerfold)?
sink fast, the uprise goes on without us.
i'm all ears, all here, blind to you and your puppeteer.
everyday is truman show,
true men show their face and expose flesh.
who made the cut? my pen is the sax, so the horn blows the grand scheme. relax.

i'd promise the outro but i don't have any time.
i'd promise the outro but this is only the beginning...

sole is the protocol, sex symbol, fly on the wall.
this a pre-emptive strike, match struck.
awestruck beyond comparison, white collar barbarian,
telling the librarian; these are the papers to bury the sky.
it's christmas time, bring in styrofoam cups filling outside of the lines.
these are scribbles for an older exhausted pulse.
it's the return of the never been there.
give me 5 minutes we'll melt you're 12 dollars we stupid crackhead cupids.
milking the earth for what it's worth, with my family or single handedly.
this hand breaks things, this hand molds things.
son i'm in my own shadow,
the mold that breaks the glass.
your ears are my walls and these are mere paragraphs.
follow the architect, sure we're erecting art and texture.
now sole is only human, enjoy my imperfections.
put a red dot on that, slaughtering articles, pen and pixeling particles.
here's your entry, posing makes participants feel practiced, so keep them skills dull.
i bang symbolism off doldrums and still spare minutes.
check my postcards these are letters from god.
i've been practicing this face for centuries.
these are acts of pretention.
i've been practicing this face for centuries.
how you like my grill?
how you like my smile?
i've been practicing this face for centuries and i'll be like this for a minute.

2010-12-29T17:08:00.001-08:00

Liberty and love
These two I must have.
For my love I'll sacrifice
My life.
For liberty I'll sacrifice
My love

- Sandor Petofi

What's My Life Doing Out There...While I'm in Here?

2010-12-28T21:16:00.000-08:00

Look out, another weird movie...

What's My Life Doing Out There While I'm in Here? from clark barclay on Vimeo.
Shot on 16mm kodak color and b & w film with a Bell & Howell Filmo camera.
Directed By: Carlos Monterrey
Starring: Me

Graffiti in Buenos Aires, Argentina

2010-12-26T18:31:00.000-08:00

Argentina's definitely got some unique graff. Check out that hand-style!

Drips

2010-12-15T15:47:00.001-08:00

Don't be afraid of dying, be afraid of not living.

Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson with the Cannonball Adderley Quintet - Back Door Blues [1961 - USA]

2010-12-09T00:47:00.000-08:00

I attended a toys and collectibles expo over the weekend at the Santa Clara Fairgrounds and came home with way too many records as usual. I thought I bought a Shirley Scott LP, but when I got home I discovered that inside the sleeve was actually Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson's Back Door Blues. I had never heard of Cleanhead, but I'm huge Cannonball fan. Turns out I'm really pleased with the mistake; this is now one of my new favorite albums.

By the way, Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson got hit nickname after some lye burned his hair off trying to conk it.

Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson - vocals
Julian "Cannonball" Adderley - alto sax
Nat Adderley - cornet
Joe Zawinul - piano
Sam Jones - bass
Louis Hayes - drums

enjoy

Smashing Pumpkings - 1979

2010-12-01T22:53:00.000-08:00

Pretty much my favorite music video of all time.

sing along...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2snP7rGP6g

Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all

I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin' dues down to see

We don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go
Beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it to see

We don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
As you see there's no one around

Fujiko Drive

2010-12-01T18:37:00.000-08:00

Watch my movie:

Fujiko Drive from clark barclay on Vimeo.

Shot on B&W 16 mm Kodak film with a 1940 Bell and Howell Filmo camera.

Fat Clark - Shred the Gnar

2010-11-30T19:27:00.000-08:00

The perfect mix to accompany any gnar pow pow shred sesh on the mountains this winter. Get pumped on adrenaline and turn it up to 11.

get it

2010-11-29T13:35:00.000-08:00

Who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

2010-11-08T19:29:00.000-08:00

"The surest way to have an empty life is to fill it with things."

- Henry David Thoreau

Graffiti in Beijing

2010-11-06T13:15:00.000-07:00

Where's all the graff in this city!?

Beijing is probably the least painted city I've seen given its size and population, but if you look hard enough you can find some here and there. The reason being, I'm guessing, is strict vandalism laws and the fact that China has never experienced a major modern art movement like many other countries in the 20th century.

If you visit, be sure to check out the 798 District. It's a huge area of abandoned shipping/receiving warehouses that have been converted into chic art galleries and studios sometime after the Cultural Revolution of 1966. The art is almost purely Chinese, but I found a Spanish and Korean gallery as well.

On Music

2010-10-27T14:17:00.000-07:00

From Nobel Prize-winning author J.M. Coetzee. Diary of a Bad Year, 2007

In doctors' waiting-rooms, a decade or two ago, the tedium would have been relieved with quiet background music: sentimental songs from Broadway, popular classics like Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Nowadays, however, one hears only the thudding, mechanical music favoured by the young. Their cowed elders bear it without protest: faute de mieux it has become their music too. The rupture is not likely to be repaired. The bad drives out the good: what they call "classical" music is simply no longer cultural currency. Is there anything of interest to be said of the development, or must one just grouse about it under one's breath?

Music expresses feeling, that is to say, gives shape and habitation to feeling, not in space but in time. To the extent that music has a history that is more than a history of its formal evolution, our feelings must have a history too. Perhaps certain qualities of feeling that found expression in music in the past, and were recorded to the extent that music can be recorded by being notated on paper, have become so remote that we can no longer inhabit them as feelings, can get a grasp of them only after long training in the history and philosophy of music, the philosophical history of music, the history of music as a history of the feeling soul.

From such a premise one might go on to identify qualities of feeling that have not survived into the twenty-first century of Our Lord. A good place to start would be the music of the nineteenth century, since there are some of us around to whom the inner life of nineteenth-century man is not quite dead, not yet.

Consider singing. Nineteenth-century art-song is very remote in its kinaesthetics from singing today. The nineteenth-century singer was trained to sing from the depths of her thorax (from her lungs, from her "heart"), bearing the head high, emitting a large, rounded tone of the kind that carries. It is a mode of singing meant to convey moral nobility. In performances that were of course always live, those present had staged before their eyes the contrast between the mere physical body and the voice that transcends the body, emerging from it, rising above it, and leaving it behind.

From the body, thus, song was born as soul. And that birth took place not without pain, not without pangs: the link between feeling and pain was emphasized in such words as passio, Leidenschafi. The very sound that the singer produced — rounded, echoing — had a reflective quality.

What Cartesian nonsense to think of birdsong as pre-programmed cries uttered by birds to advertise their presence to the opposite sex, and so forth! Each bird-cry is a full-hearted release of the self into the air, accompanied by such joy as we can barely comprehend. I! says each cry: I! What a miracle! Singing liberates the voice, allows it to fly, expands the soul. In the course of a military training, on the other hand, people are drilled in using the voice in a rapid, flat, mechanical manner, without pause for thought. What damage it must do to the soul to submit to the military voice, to embody it as one's own!

I recall an episode that took place years ago in the library of Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. I made some or other enquiry of a librarian, from whom each question of mine elicited a swift, monotone response, leaving me with the unsettling feeling that I was speaking not to a fellow human being but to a machine. Indeed, the young woman seemed to take pride in her machine identity, in its self-sufficiency. There was nothing she sought from me in the exchange, nothing I could give her, not even the salving moment of mutual recognition that two ants give each other as they brush antennae in passing.

Much of the ugliness of the speech one hears in the streets of America comes from hostility to song, from repression of the impulse to sing, circumscription of the soul. In the education of the young in America, instead, the inculcation of mechanical, military patterns of speech. Inculcate, from calx/calcis, the heel. To inculcate: to tread in.

One can of course hear stunted and mechanical speech all over the world. But pride in the mechanical mode seems to be uniquely American. For in America the model of the self as a ghost inhabiting a machine goes almost unquestioned at a popular level. The body as conceived in America, the American body, is a complex machine comprising a vocal module; a sexual module, and several more, even a psychological module. Inside the body-machine the ghostly self checks read-outs and taps keys, giving commands which the body obeys.

Athletes all over the world have absorbed the American model of self and body, presumably because of the influence of American sports psychology (which "gives results"). Athletes speak openly of themselves as machines of a biological variety that have to be fed certain nutrients in certain quantities at certain times of the day, and "worked" in various ways by their taskmasters to be brought to optimum performance level.

One imagines the lovemaking of such athletes: vigorous activity, followed by a burst of orgasm, rationalized as a kind of reward to the physical mechanism, followed by a brief winding-down period during which the ghostly supervisor confirms that performance has been up to standard. Old people still querulously demand to know why music cannot continue in the tradition of the great nineteenth-century symphonists. The answer is simple. The animating principles of that music are dead and cannot be revived. One cannot compose a nineteenth-century symphony that will not be an instant museum piece

Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Bruckner, Mahler, Elgar, Sibelius composed within the bounds of symphonic form a music of heroic rebirth and/or transfiguration. Wagner and Strauss did much the same in forms of their own invention. Theirs is music that relies on parallels between harmonic and motival transmutation on the one hand and spiritual transfiguration on the other. Typically, the progression is through murky struggle toward clarification — hence the note of triumph on which so much of the symphonic music of the period ends.

Curious, given how alien the ideal of spiritual transformation has become, that the music of transformation still retains some of its power to move us, to create a swelling feeling of exaltation, such an odd emotion in our day.

More difficult to pin down are the animating principles of the music of our own times. But certainly we can say that the quality of yearning, of erotic idealism, so common in earlier Romantic music has vanished, probably for good, as have heroic struggle and the striving toward transcendence.

In the popular music of the twentieth century there has been a newfound rootedness in body- experience. Looking back from the twenty-first century, we see with surprise how rhythmically bare a notion of dance sufficed, first for the aristocratic courts of Europe, then later for the European middle class. The court dances of Rameau, Bach, Mozart, to say nothing of Beethoven, sound quite leaden-footed by today's standard. Even by the late eighteenth century musicians were becoming restive about this state of affairs, looking around for more rhythmically challenging dances to import. Again and again they dip into the music of Europe's peasantry, of gypsies, of the Balkans and Turkey and Central Asia, to refresh the rhythms of European high music. The culmination of this practice is the ostentatious primitivism of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring.

But the really great refreshing of popular music takes place in the New World, via the music of slaves who have not lost their African roots. From North and South America, African rhythms spread over all of the West. It would not be too much to say that through African music Westerners begin to live in and through their bodies in a new way. The colonizers end up being colonized. Even so rhythmically nimble a fellow as Bach would feel out of place, as if on a different continent, were he to be reborn today.

Romantic music seeks to recover a lost state of raptness (which is not the same as rapture), a state of exaltation in which the human shell will be shed and one will become pure being or pure spirit. Hence the continual striving in Romantic music: it is always trying to push further (is there not a piece by Mendelssohn called "On Wings of Song" — the earthbound poet yearning to take flight?)

One begins to understand the basis of the Romantic enthusiasm for Bach. Characteristically, Bach shows how in almost any musical germ, no matter how simple, there lie endless possibilities for development. The contrast with more popular composers of his day is marked: in Telemann, for instance, a piece of music sounds like the application of a template rather than the exploration of a potential.

Is it too much to say that the music we call Romantic has an erotic inspiration — that it unceasingly pushes further, tries to enable the listening subject to leave the body behind, to be rapt away (as if harking to birdsong, heavensong), to become a living soul? If this is true, then the erotics of Romantic music could not be more different from the erotics of the present day. In young lovers today one detects not the faintest flicker of that old metaphysical hunger, whose code word for itself was yearning (Sehnsucht).

Zap-Pow [1978 - Jamaica]

2010-10-07T22:36:00.000-07:00

I inherited yet another box of LPs from a family friend; loaded with some real gems. I was grooving to this 70s reggae group, Zap-Pow, when all of a sudden I stumbled upon the sample behind that dope Collie Buddz hit "Come Around;" aside from the sample find, the record is pretty jammin', so I thought I'd share it with y'all.

Get it here

2010-10-01T16:11:00.000-07:00

...The attitude of the United States needs to change too. Worries about crime and migration- symbolized by the wall it is building across its southern border- are leading it to focus on the risks in its relationship with the neighbours more than on the opportunities. This is both odd, given that Latinos are already the second-largest ethnic group north of the border, and self-defeating: the more open the Unites States is towards Latin America, the greater the chances of creating the prosperity which in the end is the best protection against conflict and disorder. After two centuries of lagging behind, the southern and central parts of the Americas are at last fulfilling their potential. To help cement that success, their northern cousins should build bridges, not walls.

From "Nobody's Backyard", The Economist, Sept. 2010

The Poppy Family - Which Way You Goin' Billy? [1969 - Canada]

2010-09-18T07:12:00.000-07:00

Another amazing album that's been really getting around on the interwebs. Solid 60s pop from the once husband-wife duo Susan and Terry Jacks. This album takes you from cheesy swingin' 60s to frighteningly dark and psychedelic. There's something about Susan Jack's voice that really makes this album.

This album contains two Deltron 3030 samples.

Can you find them?

2010-09-15T12:56:00.000-07:00

Beautiful song.

RIP Gabor Szabo

2010-09-12T20:25:00.000-07:00

Fine art by Wang Yi Dong, oil paint on canvas, China

2010-09-06T00:29:00.000-07:00

Zheng Xuewu, East Water
798 District, Beijing, China

see more

2010-09-05T01:40:00.000-07:00

Fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself.

-Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

Gabriel García Márquez - One Hundreds Years of Solitude [1967 - Colombia]

2010-08-26T22:15:00.000-07:00

“Go away,” she said voicelessly.
Aureliano, smiled, picked her up by the waist with both hands like a pot of begonias, and dropped her on her back on the bed. With a brutal tug he pulled off her bathrobe before she had time to resist and he loomed over an abyss of newly washed nudity whose skin color, lines of fuzz, and hidden moles had all been imagined in the shadows of the other rooms. Amaranta Úrsula defended herself sincerely with the astuteness of a wise woman, weaseling her slippery, flexible, and fragrant weasel's body as she tried to knee him in the kidneys and scorpion his face with her nails, but without either of them giving a gasp that might not have been taken for that breathing of a person watching the meager April sunset through the open window. It was a fierce fight, a battle to the death, but it seemed to be without violence because it consisted of distorted attacks and ghostly evasions, slow, cautious, solemn, so that during it all there was time for the petunias to bloom and for Gaston to forget about his aviator's dream in the next room, as if they were two enemy lovers seeking reconciliation at the bottom of an aquarium. In the heat of that savage and ceremonious struggle, Amaranta Úrsula understood that her meticulous silence was so irrational that it could awaken the suspicions of her nearby hus-band much more than the sound of warfare that they were trying to avoid. Then she began to laugh with her lips tight together, without giving up the fight, but defending herself with false bites and deweaseling her body little by little until they both were conscious of being adversaries and accomplices at the same time and the affray degenerated into a conventional gambol and the attacks became caresses. Suddenly, almost playfully, like one more bit of mischief, Amaranta Úrsula dropped her defense, and when she tried to recover, frightened by what she herself had made possible, it was too late. A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like. She barely had time to reach out her hand and grope for the towel to put a gag between her teeth so that she would not let out the cat howls that were already tearing at her insides.

Shadow Music of Thailand

2010-06-30T20:58:00.000-07:00

To celebrate my upcoming trip to Thailand, here's an interesting compilation of Thailand's very own Shadow music. Shadow Music, named after the popular British instrumental group The Shadows, is the name given to a brief musical happening that occured in Southeast Asia in the 50s and 60s- primarily in Bangkok. Like the Shadows, Shadow music is dominantly instrumental, however it's a cool combination of south Asian and western musical elements. Check it out.

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2010-06-27T13:57:00.000-07:00

Check out Bobby Blunt- a very talented and hard-working MC. He'll be on my new album coming out sometime this fall.

http://bobbyblunt.bandcamp.com/album/the-soupbowl-sessions-vol-2

and

http://www.myspace.com/olsoul7

Celebrations

2010-06-25T17:39:00.001-07:00

Watch my weird movie.
Shot on B&W Super 16mm on a 1940s Bell & Howell Filmo camera.
Set to the song "Celebrations" by Rod McKuen.

Celebrations from clark barclay on Vimeo.

Cam'ron feat. Juelz Santana - Hey Ma

2010-06-24T00:57:00.000-07:00

sing along...

Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight

Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said you's a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you're right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing, sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tomorrow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on

Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight

Now That I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails,
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,
To the Jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinning
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see boo be grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word
And we got it on tonight

Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight

Emily Dickinson #23 [1858]

2010-06-21T02:35:00.000-07:00

I had a guinea golden-
I lost it in the sand-
And tho' the sum was simple
And pounds were in the hand-
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye-
That when I could not find it-
I sat down to sigh.

I had a crimson Robin-
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away-
Time brought me other Robins-
Their ballads were the same-
Still, for my missing Troubadour
I kept the "house at hame."

I had a star in heaven-
One "Pleiad" was its name-
And when I was not heeding,
It wandered from the same.
And tho' the skies are crowded-
And all the night ashine-
I do not care about it-
Since none of them are mine.

My story has a moral-
I have a missing friend-
"Pleiad" its name, and Robin,
And guinea in the sand.
And when this mournful ditty
Accompanied with tear-
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here-
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind-
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.

Jr. Walker & The Allstars - Greatest Hits [1969 - USA]

2010-06-18T16:50:00.000-07:00

Feel good jams perfect for bringing in the sunny summer. Here'r the hits from one of the greatest Motown groups. If Jr. Walker is not already part of your regular listening routine, you seriously got to get with it.

here

The Firesign Theatre - How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All [1969 - USA]

2010-06-16T13:49:00.000-07:00

Here's the my dad's second request.
The Firesign Theatre is a comedy troupe that started back in the 60s in Los Angeles. When listening to this album, I seem to recognize some of these famous character voices, you might too. The comedy is pretty slapstick yet witty as hell- they seem to pull a pun out of every word.
Enjoy this silly selection in C minus.

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2010-06-09T22:19:00.000-07:00

Discover the samples behind hip-hop hits by Jay-Z, The Pharcyde, and Sublime on this weeks Way Back Wednesday!

And Then...Along Comes The Association [1966 - USA]

2010-06-08T14:49:00.000-07:00

My pops made a deal with me that he'd give me a big box of his LPs as long as I convert four of his favorite records into CDs. So, I'm going to put them up here over the next week or so. Here's the first of them.

From the liner notes:
Some people think musicians are weird, and many would think The Association weird.
...But then it's the creative people who keep the world from being one gigantic Dow Jones average...people like The Association who are really adding something worthwhile to today's music scene.
The Association has been called the first "show-rock" group around today- which means they can play bluer than The Rolling Stones: harder hard-rock than The Raiders, and put more folk into folk music than the Kingston Trio- and they still come out with their own unique sound...
- Phyllis Burgess, Entertainment Editor, 'TEEN Magazine

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Marvin Gaye - Mercy, Mercy Me (The Ecology)

2010-05-29T19:28:00.000-07:00

sing along...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9BA6fFGMjI

Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying

Mercy mercy me

Things ain't what they used to be

What about this overcrowded land?

How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Aubrey Beardsley

2010-05-25T23:04:00.000-07:00

2010-05-13T21:49:00.000-07:00

Be sure to check out "Way Back Wednesday"- a new weekly series I'm doing with Yours Truly featuring strictly vinyl rips of amazing music. This week is Dionne Warwick, Hugh Masekela, Buddy Miles, and O.V. Wright.

yourstruly.us

2010-05-11T23:29:00.000-07:00

"Let's went before we are dancing at the end of a rope, without music."

- Pancho to The Cisco Kid

Pierre Bachelet & Merve Roy - Emmanuelle (OST) [1974 - France]

2010-05-10T17:40:00.000-07:00

Who else samples 1970s erotic film soundtracks? None other than Grammy award winning super producer Mark Ronson; the man behind such acts as Amy Winehouse, ODB, Ghostface Killah, Nas, Kaiser Chiefs, Macy Gray, Robbie Williams, and Christina Aguilera- to name a few. Off this record, he uses the piano melody from the opening song "Emmanuelle In the Mirror" in "The Littlest Things" which he produced for Lily Allen.

Enjoy

Andy Warhol - Elvis [1963]

2010-05-04T13:10:00.000-07:00

Unknown - Deep Throat (Soundtrack) [1972 - USA]

2010-05-01T18:07:00.000-07:00

It's funny how porno films from back in the day actually, often, had good music. Here's a great soundtrack from one of the most famous adult films of all time, Deep Throat. Funny thing about this soundtrack is the composer or composers are unknown- my guess is that they simply didn't want their friends or family to know- but why didn't they just use a pseudonym (like many people in the adult film biz)?. As for you beat-makers, they're plenty of dope samples on here- I've cut up a bunch of this myself.

Enjoy

Emily Dickinson - #280 [1896]

2010-04-24T15:41:00.000-07:00

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

Hugo Díaz - Lo mejor de Hugo Díaz [1967 - Argentina]

2010-04-13T23:56:00.000-07:00

You 'aint ever heard harmonica shredding like this before. Prep yourself for the king of the harp hailing all the way from Argentina. Hugo's capable of playing all sort of styles but my favorite jams are the zambas and tangos. Here's a collection of his more "known" tunes. Oh, and did I mention he's blind?!

Wow

Eder Espejo [2010]

2010-04-08T22:25:00.000-07:00

Some awesome 360 degree panorama photographs my buddy Eder recently shot in Guadalajara, Mexico. Click the images to see them LARGER.

Hanbusa Itchō - Blind monks examining an elephant [1888]

2010-03-30T23:03:00.000-07:00

The Incredible String Band - The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion [1967 - Ireland]

2010-03-24T21:51:00.000-07:00

I mixed stones in water just to see what it would do

and the water it got stoney and the stones got watered too.

So I mixed my feet with water just to see what could be seen

and the water it got dirty and the feet they got quite clean.

- From my favorite tune on this album "No Sleep Blues".

If you're like me, and not the biggest follower of psychedelic folk music, I hope you surprise your tastes with this one. I was immediatly impressed by these guys' incredibly skillful playing ability and complex arrangements in the recordings. I also really dig the bluegrass edge and drunken Irish vocals.

Enjoy

Shel Silverstein - Invention [1974]

2010-03-07T13:57:00.000-08:00

I've done it, I've done it!

Guess what I've done!

Invented a light that plugs into the sun.

The sun is bright enough,

The bulb is strong enough,

But, oh, there's only one thing wrong...

The cord ain't long enough!

El Congreso [1971 - Chile]

2010-03-02T23:13:00.000-08:00

I love finding new Chilean music, especially nueva canción. Thanks again to Hippy-DJkit for posting this. This is one of those albums I was immediatley blown away by the second I popped it in my stereo. True to nueva canción, El congreso fuses ethnic Chilean music with electric western styles, utilizing both cultures' instruments. Among them, my favorite is the zampoña (pan flutes). One thing I noticed about this album, is that it's the only nueva canción group I've heard that switch between playing the zampoña in an Andean and western jazz style, whereas other groups tend to stick to playing them just in the traditional Andean way. Their mastery of both culture's instruments allow them to seamlessly maneuver from the spiritual sounds of their people to funky flavors of today. The opening track is a perfect example of what I'm talking about. I hope you like it!

Enjoy

Graff in Chile

2010-02-13T12:11:00.000-08:00

Here'r some flicks I took during my stay in Chile. They got some unique styles of their own going on down there.

Valparaíso

Santiago

Pez (Barcelona, Spain) in Viña del Mar

Santiago

Valparaíso

Santiago

La Serena

Santiago

The Grouch - I've Got More

2010-02-09T14:07:00.000-08:00

I wished that you were lying.
I heard the news and I've been crying.
No one's eyeing really.
I remember feeling like yesterday.
I hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about it.
Like you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so?
They had to go.
You won't ever see them at another show.
I know his brother- his mother, she can barely take it.
You said, she shakes and stays awake at night feeling touch his room.
If only he had made a right instead, it would be one less dead that we knew.
One more dead on the road.
One less pool on the curb.
I'm disturbed-
It just occured to me, last time we spoke I didn't hear a word or see.
I could have been around that day.
I guess I saw the positive note in a way.
I quote what he'd say, then dream about him too.
Sometimes wake up thinking it was all cool.
But all fools know that feeling whether accident to cap peelin'.
Sealed in fate, you got a date at the front gate pearly.
Time waits for no man, and it's never not early to expire.
I feel the fire on my ass, cuz every time I turn around someone to close they gotta pass.
Someone too close they gotta pass away.

If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine.
Please don't take mine.

Now how many people go out like they planned to?
Answer, probably none- leave how they come.
Beautiful and peaceful, don't see that too often.
Can't soften the pain.
You can barely get out a blood stain on a rug.
But you're just a name quick.
You make more friends dead then when you're alive and fit.
Start gettin' tattoos and shit they bitin'-
Claiming you were best pals, looking for their name up in your writings.
Family wants heirlooms, and everyone starts thinking about their doom-
and stops living dangerous for a month.
After that it's back to blunts and no seatbelts.
Flowers on your grave dying- only your mother's still weak still crying.
Until that day I think about it and dread it.
Try and do as much as I can so I won't regret it.
Hoping that my family and my friends out last me-
and I live to be 93 and find the key to why I be alive.

If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.

I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine. Please don't take mine.

The Persuaders - Thin Line Between Love and Hate [1972 - USA]

2010-02-04T21:33:00.000-08:00

This is one of my all time favorite soul albums. If you're not familiar with the group, you might recognize their hit song "Thin Line Between Love and Hate." But, all songs on this album are amazing- not just the performance but the production as well- knockin drums, creative instrumentation and structures, complex background vocals and harmonies (a Poindexter brothers trademark), touching lyrics- simply great music.

I'm just waiting for someone to do something with "Love Gonna Pack Up"- I've tried and tried, but can't quite get it right. It sounds heavy sped up- kinda Kanye-chipmunk style.

a must hear

Roy Lichtenstein - Girl with Hair Ribbon [1965]

2010-01-29T15:10:00.001-08:00

Django Reinhardt - Djangology [1949 - Belgium]

2010-01-26T11:56:00.000-08:00

Django Reihndardt is undeniably one of the world greatest guitarist. He's influenced countless contemporary musicians through his compositions (many of which are now jazz standards) and virtuosity. If he were still alive, January 23rd of this year would have been his 100th birthday. This month, events all over are being held in his honor, including my stomping grounds, the Bay Area. If you haven't been learned on Django yet, I'll shed a little light on this amazing fellow.

Django was born January 23rd, 1910 in Liverchies, Belgium to a nomadic gypsy family. He started playing banjo and accordion at the age of twelve which eventually brought him to playing night spots around Paris. When he was 18, his caravan caught fire while he and his pregnant wife were in it. They both survived, but Django was left forever disfigured. Due to severe burns, his left leg became immobilized, and he lost movement in 2 fingers on his left hand. But Django didn't stop playing. Instead he developed a unique playing technique that not at all hindered his ability. In fact, he proved to play better than guitarists with all working fingers and soon captured the hearts and ears of audiences worldwide.

The recordings on this album are performed along with violinist Stéphane Grappelli back in 1949.

Celebrate 100 years of Django Reinhardt!

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Tom Caruana - Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers [2010 - England]

2010-01-21T16:14:00.000-08:00

I caught word of this interesting mash-up album off my homie Will's super duper blog YoursTruly. It's hot off the press and free. Innovative UK producer/rapper/Tea Sea Record's owner Tom Caruana cleverly superimposes Wu-Tang members' a capellas over Beatles tunes. The result varies from straight dope to hilarious to chaotic.

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disposable camera photographs

2010-01-20T12:27:00.000-08:00

Dave in SF [2009]

Pinecrest Lake, CA
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Dave Skating [circa 2000]

James Kavanaugh - There are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves [1970]

2010-01-15T18:03:00.000-08:00

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who prey upon them with IBM eyes

And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.

There are men to gentle for a savage world

Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween

And wonder if leaves will change their color soon.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws

And murder them for a merchant's profit and gain.

There are men to gentle for a corporate world

Who dream instead of candied apples and ferris wheels

And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who devour them with eager appetite and search

For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.

There are men too gentle for an accountant's world

Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass

And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.

There are men to gentle to live among wolves

Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.

Such gentle men are lonely in a merchant's world

Unless they have a gentle one to love.

Vincent van Gogh - The Church at Auvers [1890]

2010-01-10T00:45:00.000-08:00

Manfred Hübler & Siegfried Schwab - Vampyros Lesbos Sexadelic Dance Party [1971 - Germany, Spain]

2010-01-06T11:20:00.000-08:00

Since its reissue, this one has become big on the web; and for good reason. The music on this soundtrack is really impressive. Anything with funky drums and sitar- I'm all over it.

Vampyros Lesbos is an erotic horror flick with both Spanish and German production credits. It's directed by Jesús "Jess" Franco (Count Dracula, 1970) and stars the gorgeous Soledad Mirando who sadly died in a car accident before the film was released.

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Robert Frost - Nothing Gold Can Stay [1923]

2009-12-30T01:31:00.000-08:00

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.