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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Excerpt from The Brothers Karamazov
His soul, filled with ecstasy, thirsted for freedom, space, latitude. Above him wide and boundless keeled the cupola of the heavens, full of quiet, brilliant stars. Doubled from zenith to horizon ran the Milky Way, as yet unclear. The cool night, quiet to the point of fixity, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the cathedral sparkled in the sapphire sky. In the flowerbeds luxuriant autumn flowers had fallen asleep until morning. The earth's silence seemed to fuse with that of the heavens, the earth's mystery came into contact with that of the stars...Alyosha stood, looked and suddenly cast himself down upon the earth like one who has had the legs cut from under him.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
"Every Second of the Night" Kickstarter
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
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
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
my music in this awesome mountain bike video:
32 [S]Miles per Hour from Filme von Draussen on Vimeo.
32 [S]Miles per Hour from Filme von Draussen on Vimeo.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Guster (Bins' Remix)
Hear it here, and please vote for me!
http://www.indabamusic.com/opportunities#!/opportunities/guster-remix-contest/submissions/84302
http://www.indabamusic.com/opportunities#!/opportunities/guster-remix-contest/submissions/84302
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Fat Clark - Solace
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
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
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
[Music Video] The Bins + Sole - Inspiration
The embed dimensions are screwed up, so double click to watch in full screen :)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
The Weeknd - Thursday
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.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Israel Song Festival 1974
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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Monday, August 15, 2011
All original jazz fusion jams from the incredible Adam Walter:
Jigsaw Jazz by Walternative Music
4thcomin by Walternative Music
Jigsaw Jazz by Walternative Music
4thcomin by Walternative Music
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Afrique - Soul Makossa [1972 - Cameroon]
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.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Barnstorm Breaks Vol. 5
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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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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Monday, July 25, 2011
Hilarious Excerpt from Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughter-House Five
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Hannah Moriah - Picayune [2011]
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.
Monday, July 18, 2011
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
and pick up the whole album here for free: http://www.slabyardsound.com/music-from-puzzle-papers.html
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 4
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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Sunday, June 19, 2011
Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 3
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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Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Bins - Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 2
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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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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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Bins - Barnstorm Breaks, Vol. 1
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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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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Monday, May 30, 2011
The Bins - Every Minute of the Day
download here: http://thebins.bandcamp.com/
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Screenwriting/Film Industry and Education Banter
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.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Must See Movies (You May Not Know)
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
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
Monday, April 25, 2011
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 group is called The Head and the Heart. The song is Lost in My Mind.
Enjoy
Monday, April 18, 2011
Fat Clark - Glitch Bangers
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)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
MGMT - Time to Pretend (lyrics)
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.
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.
Monday, April 11, 2011
DJ Spinna & Bobbito aka DJ Cucumber Slice - Wonder Wrote It [2001 - USA]
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!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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
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
Monday, February 21, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Bobby Blunt - Pieces of Pieces
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.
http://bobbyblunt.bandcamp.com/album/pieces-of-pieces
donate if you can.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Letta Mbulu - Sings & Free Soul [1967,1968 - South Africa]
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
read more
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
read more
Labels:
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis Logic,
South Africa
Undefeated
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.
Enjoy this short documentary set in Bishop County, CA about my rock climbing friend Kourosh.
Undefeated from clark barclay on Vimeo.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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
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
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.
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.
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