Where is the life we have lost in living?

Friday, September 25, 2009

No Joy In Division

FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING
FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING
FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING FEELING
FEEEEEEEEEEEEELING
Joy Division- Disorder

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Roll Over

The Big Pink--Velvet
So I was up late and I kept thinking this song is epic as fuck as in are you kidding me how in the world plus the heavens above can someone get around the epic surge of this song, being crushed to death by the powerful clouds of love ever and I mean epic. It's a monster so I googled night mountains because it made sense epically at that moment and the search blessed me with this here painting above, which doesn't speak to the slow wave crashing epicness of the song except for the size. I'm really just asking someone to please connect the dots that lead us to this moment here because I'm not synapsing enough to think myself out of this mess, probably thanks to being crushed under the snow of the avalanche song I just listened to. Yikes man better days best be on their way soon after this night.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Around and Around

The Scientific American asks why music make us feel.
The Baseline takes a look at mental illness in the NBA.
This was filmed at the parking lot side of my dorm, no kidding.

I can't stop listening to this song.
Burial-Raver

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Pay Attention

One of his students asked Buddha,
"Are you the messiah?"
"No", answered Buddha.
"Then are you a healer?"
"No", Buddha replied.
"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.
"No, I am not a teacher."
"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.

"I am awake", Buddha replied.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Metal

“You know what? From the fucking Basement over at Grimey’s to the fields of Bonnaroo, to the fucking enormo-dome here, or whatever this place is called… three great shows in Nashville in 14 fucking months.
You know what? Metallica fucking loves Nashville.”
-Lars Ulrich

Monday, September 14, 2009


By the early aughts, Trent Reznor had grown frustrated with the way Nine Inch Nails records were being released and promoted by his label, Interscope Records. “The Internet has decimated their business, and they still don’t know how instant messaging works,” he told me. He was also depressed by the pressure from the label’s head, Jimmy Iovine, to make his records more “urban.” As Reznor saw it, “This is simply, How do we smooth off all the rough edges and make you just like what’s selling now?” Iovine commissioned a number of hip-hop remixes of Nine Inch Nails songs, all of which Reznor rejected, and Reznor soon ended the relationship. “You know what, Jimmy? Fuck you. Take that beat and shove it up Timbaland’s ass.” (via)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Monday, September 7, 2009

Youth

"Where does inspiration come from? That's my biggest question in life. A lot of the problems we have that are brought on by our vices — like drinking too much and our egos — are what inspire us.
Could I be happy if I had a different lifestyle? I don't know.
You need to shake things up and have these experiences, even if they are fake."
-Caleb Followill

Whoops


First Up! has dibs on Kid Cudi's first single, which features MGMT and Ratatat.
Newsweek says plagiarism can happen unconsciously.
Standpoint UK addresses the Golden Age of Conspiracy.
Resident Advisor has an article about the legendary DJ Harvey and the notion of disco punk.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Veni

1. Smuggle heroin across a New Mexico desert in a flatbed truck.

2. Peyote with a Native American, also in the dessert. Put “I Saw God” on repeat and wait for an armadillo to deliver a spiritual message.

3. Punch a bald eagle to death, then throw a cook out with all my friends.

4. Grow a moustache and only wear flip flops. (Possibly include a farmer’s tan.)

5. Put a leash on my cat and take it for a walk.

6. Wear a sombrero and pancho. 4 + 6 = Awesome Overload.

7. Play “The Drop I Hold” in a cemetary. Hold a seance in attempt to conjure Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s ghost. If I succeed we’ll smoke dust and rap “Brooklyn Zoo” together.

8. Convince a southern black baptist church choir to perform “Elijah” at a Sunday service. Once again, I hope this experience will reward spiritual enlightenment.

9. Hold hands with my best friend.

10. Drink cheap bottled beer. Somehow have the most hilarious time of my life and constantly do spit takes, showering my friends in booze mist. (via)

Black Lips -- O Katrina!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Some Fun

Don't you just love getting away from it all?
The perfect Labor Day read.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Trance Doll


Pictureplane is new noise that takes house music and smears dayglo war paint all over its face. A whole mess of trancy synths get dragged through a scuzzy lowfi jungle, with a steady heavy beat bouncing like flashlights at night. Every day here is Halloween and time knows no different up here in Space on whatever planet Pictureplane is coming from. Its catchy as fuck and punk above alot else.
Pictureplane ---- Trance Doll

Get Away

Your own island somewhere in the world.