Sebastien Tellier

Eurovision freak, upcoming album produced by half of Daft Punk. My opinion is Hell Yes, I back this fully.

If Your Bored

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/20947527/page/41

Rolling Stones Top 100 Guitar Songs.





The Who breaking shit real good. i recall this one brought down the corona wall which was followed by a rick beat down.

I love list. you know this. most of the songs are 101 for experts such as us. however its good reminder of great songs and might turn you on to a few you forgot. its got links to videos which is killer and audio clips to check out. I always like a history lesson. let me know if you get into it. its at least good for a playlist. I have about 80 of the 100 so if u want a song holla and i send it to you.



Ramones- Still Better than the Misfits

More beck for lazy leak lurkers

Andrew Bird on Andrew Bird

New York Times article let's you get in his head way more than most others i've read, probably because he's the one writing it. Little snippet of new song as well.
Without Words

Burn After Reading

The Coen Brothers are BAck. Fuckin A i love these guys

"I take my girls, ten at a time"

This is another gem from deep within the wfmu blog.
If you haven't spent any time digging around in there
yet, I highly recommend it.

Without further ado, Nicki Rose:

This is part of a letter. I got a little wrapped up in a story, and even though it's not address to any of you, I thought I would share it because you were there.
enjoy.....





All this talk of creepy scenes and hauntings is making me nostalgic for the south. All the lands here are soaked in just as much blood and hardships I suppose, but nothing can replace the feeling of swimming in a 20ft deep ravine dug by slaves long before. Especially when the back drop is an abandoned water works building in a failed river community. A trade industry that dried up years before I was born. "fall out of the window, with confetti in my hair"
At night, the river wasn't always an option. I remember that on some nights we would go to the store and buy their entire stock of whip cream cans and start driving down Silver Bluff Road, smoking ourselves silly. The road begins in one of the more developed areas of Aiken, SC, but if you follow south for some 5-10 milesit turns errie and devoid of light, except for a few distant radio towers with intermitant, red glowing bulbs. There are some dirt roads you could turn on to, but the plan is to take silver bluff all the way to the end.
The road ends in a Y-fork. To continue in either direction, you will be on dirt from now on. Veer to the right and you'll be on someone's mile-long drive way. Not the time of night to be making new friends in this neighborhood. Taking a slight left, and you can only hope that it means you'll be pretty much alone on another, even longer dirt road. To the left is mostly overgrown fields right after a single line of various trees. The right side is a three foot drop followed by dense forest. Concentration and traction are of upmost importance, so conversation ceases and the radio is cranked to eleven. (from 7 yrs later I'm guessing that the music is either Aphex Twin--ambient works or ICCYD or maybe some other electronic music ala digweed)
The windows are down, and despite the over-powering volume of the stereo, there is an audible buzz that's getting louder and louder. The source is obvious. Insects of all shapes and sizes, fighting, dying, fucking, hissing by the thousands, from all directions. They descend on the car in furry, just to get a taste of your highbeams. It's so dark out, that nothing exists outside the reach of your headlights. Insects are half the worlds weight.
The road ends and turns into less of a dirt road and more like beat down rotten foliage. This continues for another 50 ft before you stop, cutting the lights, the music, the engine, total silence. The insects, now viewed almost as comforting companions, have left. For lack of light? It actually seemed as if they disappeared before we even stopped. Leaving two of us, sometimes three in complete blackness and quiet. The type of blackness and quiet that can never be know within a possible 30 mile radius of san diego or los angeles. So quiet that it's loud. Roll the windows all the way down, and you can hear the air speaking.
After a few minutes, your eyes adjust and it's time to suck down some nitrous and gather the nerve to get out of your car. Stepping out, every leaf and twig under your feet is earsplitting. It is impossible to go unnoticed. In front of us there is a one story red building with an enormous gable-style roof that stands another story or two taller.
It stands above the ground a few feet atop many skeletal supports. There's a weathered cement staircase leading to the front door. Either the stairs have moved or the building has, because they don't quite meet up like they should. The front door is locked, and no one has the gall to try and force it.
It was obvious from the outside that this was at one time a small church, serving only a few families of deep country outsiders---presumably, members of which are the ones buried of to the side in overgrown rising graves with their crooked and decaying markers all covered in mossy growths...impossible to read. There's only four or five graves that we can see. We continue to follow around to the back of the church. Here there's some strange cage-like structures, use unknown, and a laundry line that's rusted and a possible danger had we not been so cautious.
The back door is found to be unlocked, and once opened we find our selves in the pulpit facing a congregation that's not been in attendance for quite some time. Or have they?
At this point the strain on our eyes has become to much.
Or maybe it was a combination of drugs, blackness, and corpses. Or maybe true paranormal contact. Regardless of their validity, people start to hear and see things. By the time we make a break for the car, it's hard not to fall over each other, or worse yet get decapitated by a rusty wire tween to trees.
Engine on, lights on, we're gone. Traction and concentration be damned! With the church behind us now we're not the only light in the mire, and until we are the bugs stay away. No one breathes until they do.


I just tried to google earth this chruch, but it looks like it's no more. All paved roads down silver bluff.

Local Boys

This song is okay as band of horses goes, but the video really works for the danger crew. we need to start smashing bottles on each other on the regular. Also, look for what i swear is folly- it's super likey as they live in charleston.




If you can't tell from this post and the last, i've been rooting around pitchfork.tv all night. i you haven't checked it out yet do so.

Black keys talk about not music

Bug in Mouth Brings Out the Street in Reporter - Watch more free videos

From Beyond The Grave

Gonzo: the life and work of hunter thompson



k Can't Wait for this!

Get Down On It!

. Kool & The Gang. This one goes out to Cool Farrell. He had they only dance their should ever be allowed to this song. Another Danger Dome Classic.

Weezer (Red Album)

I loved Weezer as an early teen. I dressed like them for several years. Their first album was one of the first I owned along with The Bends, and several others that I feel guilty about now. A decade and half later things have changed but old habits diehard.

This album reminds me of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s last album “Mardi Gras”. After years of John Fogerty doing everything perfect the other dudes in the band wanted their shot. Which of course, they blew hard. I don’t think any of you have heard the CCR LP, timesaver it sucks. So now Weezer have done the same thing here. Rivers Cuomo has been the bands mastermind since the get-go. But the boys wanna shine, so he let em. And the results are exactly like you would think, who cares. 3 of the 10 songs are sung by the other dudes in the band. Basically you get and EP’s worth of the main attraction, with a sampler of his friends trying to be like him.

On the last Oasis LP, Noel Gallagher let the other guys write songs but he wisely kept them out of the vocal booth. Therefore, you can get help from your teammates, but role players aren’t gonna win the MVP. All this just hides/reveals that Rivers stopped caring a couple of albums ago anyway. So what’s next, well Fogerty went into seclusion, a move Cuomo has already pulled in the late 90’s. Then its gonna be solo time. It won’t be as good as prime era but it’ll be all right.

I think Pete started a fire with WFMU...

There's about a million kajillion gems on shit i know nothing about buried in multiple blogs connected to this station. Start digging fools.




and if it's long the rest here.

Music From Mathematics

Anyway, I read about this album in Mojo, and it seemed pretty interesting.
And it is.
Listen to it here:
http://www.wfmu.org/365/2003/260.shtml
THe cool thing is that it's part of this blog project where some people posted mp3's of a crazy, rare, or just plain weird record everyday for a year. Hence the name the 365 project.
The album "Music from Mathematics" was performed by an IBM 7090, the first solid state computer.
Neat!

You can use the link for the music to explore the rest of the 365 project. It's the perfect all day work diversion!

Rickles and I had a chat. Enjoy the spoils.




more after jumpy jump jumpoo