kites are fun

The following message came to me buried on the moon...like a little bell you can ring just in case they fasten you in and close it up before it's really over: DJ Rize and I...we were going to see hamburger helper take the stage at green valley station- One of those guest wig affairs in which the lowest common denominator signs an autograph on the season eleven DVD...All at once, without warning, I managed to hijack a tablecloth and pawn my rusted helmet credentials for a bookend in seaweed. The myths of Gods are now the myths of Corporations, but the slavery is the same...





album rip on this post is: "music of the godhead" arranged and conducted circa 1975 by some freak brother going under the name of master wilburn burchette...the liners try to sell this as a meditation backdrop...but the synth lines and the delay guitar all get pretty busy...sometimes a little dull but its worth a go...a couple times i thought of the fripp/eno thing


...and that's Christmas for you but yeah away from the launch pad it got better: we rode out the underpass and got some drinks at the doubledown SWINGSHIFT SIDESHOW ....where a clown took the six of diamonds to his face by way of a staplegun and a married couple ran a skewer through their biceps...shot darts from a blowgun by means of a provocatively talented cooch and ran yard long screws through the nostrils be means of a power drill...big up the sideshow. always wishing that there was more of this sort of thing, just like walking down the street a dead rabbit juggling bowling pins ...in fact wishing the majority



caught a few minutes of the band afterword;

SHOTGUNS AND GASOLINE DOUBLE DOWN SALOON 12/25/09- 90's influenced bar punk group with some fairly energetic drumming

night drive (thru babylon)

...houseparty of the last toad standing- phoned in as a confessional on the hotline for girls that worked retail, bought action figures of reality television, quoted three rings and a circus when asked about a haircut...If you had any money you would have taken her out and bought her a decent pair of shoes

...have you every worked for us before? she asked. "Yeah, I think so," I said "You sent me to Hotel Satanisyoureternalmaster to put hot dogs in the buns. Don't look that up in the computer because it was ten years ago and i was late..


...and then I showed up at dubstep DOWN N DIRTY @ DROP BAR which was, you know, an odd enough place for anything that you ain't clocked in at or strung out for.
But a lot of people I see over and over again were there and hopefully some of them got paid...some friendly enough guy named chuck b with a couple of pretty good tracks in his laptop...some kid with acne and a nose ring that used to write coffee tables for dead dog revisited. "Whatever happened to that Rico guy that did that Bondi soundhouse showed up one day with a bandage around his neck? Fuck if I know, she said






THEE SWANK BASTARDS- DOUBLE DOWN SALOON- 12/17/09


surf covers of black sabbath and dead kennedys followed by some high speed original mayhem
THE SKOONERS- THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE- 12/21/09

indie pop with above average adrenalin and a few hooky riffs, crowd dug it
LEOPOLD & HIS FICTION- THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE- 12/21/09

seen the light testimonial vocals with some drive and dexterity in the rhythm section




all the above tracks captured with the Zoom H4 at ten paces...i'm also good with balloon animals if you're drunk and don't know any better

Speaking of dubstep, that Martyn Natural Selection 12" was tits but this sebo edit hits every fucking curve...Fashion comes and goes, but the kick drum is the groove. Just make sure every sound is for keeps and there will be a mood and a tune:

the three dimensions of greta

It slipped off of my mind to say thanks for some fair quality basswork the day before the last holiday: Reid Speed, Tech Itch, and Trace: a party courtesy of Hyperperformance audio...with upwards of fifty that made their way out for the good time...venue was the right mix of classy and funky: Forbes, a china town karaoke bar with a pretty LED wall, cheap drinks, and a come as you are vibe...nice that things can still sort of line up even when all that's left of the world is a torn scrap from a laundry list and three dead flies...

Speaking of dead, I was run over by a bus yesterday. My false teeth apprentice told me that the dead enjoy better vacations than the living, even though the work is the same. Shorty after thinking this over, I caught Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears at Wasted Space. I imagined that it was going to be a Desco kind of thing, but there was a little more spontaneity and irreverence going on. Grooving and well good. Fucking champion actually, in venues that ain't so stiff, I'll bet they turn the place out.

I started this blog to talk about leopards. The recording has its own interests, its own agenda. its own will to survive. What has to happen when real life and recordings are the same? On Tuesday I changed my name to "What Do You Look Forward To?" and rode on a trampoline through a nightmare and a sports book......




.By way of a sound file, today I'm posting a little five song mix of late sixties- early seventies heavy grooving instrumentals- all unearthed or repressed for some recent compilations...Three of these records came to me courtesy of Rex Dart, Pirate Detective, Bargain DJ extraordinaire and a prince among men. If you are in the Double Down on Monday, buy the guy a shot of Jameson. It's like a karma that can save the planet!

MIX #8:



the diplomats ubiquity
porno groove secret stash
rare mod acid jazz
g.i. funk payback
twistin rumble twistin rumble

...If you wanna ride... don´t ride the white horse...

or the coattails of a ghost...This is the sort of thing they expected for your backstage pass: a parody of bowling alleys on Mars and my cup runneth over. A parody of some secretary on your tombstone and a newspaper repairman handing out missing persons: "My kingdom for a coattail"..."my coattail overfloweth"... that sort of thing...No one knows what the leopard is seeking: the sun at noon or the comforts of fashion. So yeah, it's getting pretty cold out. Pretty fucking cold out.

This weekend I saw: I'm The Rabbit, Asterionella @ yayo taco, Black Cherry Blue @ freaking frog The Inoculators @ double down.... None of them reinvented the wheel. But they were especially good enough for the low, low price of free- had written all their own songs and made an effort at trying to be interesting...which is more than can be said for most...

Here's what the Zoom H4 says about the weekend, I'm still struggling to get the gain right...


ASTERIONELLA FREAKING FROG


THE INOCULATORS DOUBLE DOWN
(this is all kinds of in the red...don't do this with headphones!)


And here's a gift for those of you who are still on the run from the doggcatcher: a few minutes of the dwarves !!! ghent democrazy 1993. low bit rate of a bootleg



"If it was up to me, no one would have anywhere to live. " If I had two nickles to rub together I'd put one in an envelope for Blue Daisy and La Note...I was going to rock this at a little sound we set up in a sushi bar but we shortly got kicked out. The next thing I got asked is some birthday party for the girl who stocks fish sticks in cardboard. I'm not gonna get any further than 2 Live Crew. Call me if you want to show up- it's in some suite or another

big band moog

UPDATE 09/10: links are dead!)

i was having dinner at the silver slipper with a baboon named quartz. we were talking about how everything deliberate belonged to an imaginary world...the cups the forks the spoons. his dad was running telephone wire at a charity for spastics. kids with autism cleaned swimming pools and bent movie actors sold furniture to a double exposure with a hell experience. when I looked down on my plate, there were complementary tickets to dog bone molehill versus golf balls on the moon

much later, i appeared at recess of the mind for the rumble party, free at the thunderbird lounge...three bands took center stage. (apes of wrath, minor suns, skooners: two decent and one less so.) all the awkward from magazines wrote suicide notes and exchanged ink blots. i fell asleep with false teeth and wrote a epitaph to wax figure nostalgia. in other news, the kid from bingo goes to marriage. the six of diamonds called off the minute hand to dive headfirst into the corner pocket.

your cheatin' heart

here's a 7" rip which has a few bits of music that I really use to enjoy. Some of it don't work, like the group with the horns, you have to get into it and cut out the good parts. I used to listen to this on repeat...this, and a six weeks latin america in decline comp----just the flat out present moment at the frontiers of life shortchanged and not even the faintest proximity to careerism and compromise. I'd say that the grindcore, slug and lettuce network is/was fairly well the most genuine culture that I ever caught wind of. Never lived anywhere that had the shows, so I never really had a opportunity to lend my elbow in- that, and other reasons, mainly cowardice and sloth...

the process for annihilation

wadge
the killers
karuma
left in ruins
pre human blasphemy
fuck on the beach
siionin kevat
mahogany
jeanxseberg
arturo

(ain't no clear tracklist on the label or sleeve so it's your guess really)

satan's pimp records

((UPDATE 09/10: link seems to be dead...think it's a file title issue)


speaking of genuine, massive respect to ltj bukem and mc conrad, who recently accomplished the impossible task of touching down in some sterile casino "nightclub" and putting forward some deep soul drum and bass. conrad is far and away the only jungle mc who is solid from start to finish. bukem reminds me of rob hood; there's a sound he's listening to and that vision is going to persist long after all this weeks fashions and players have come, gone, and are long forgotten. he played a little harder and better than the coffee table atmospheric that the start of the century threatened to sweep things into. At it's essence, you get the fusion of effortlessly grooving snares, warm pads and artisan bass.
...Fuck all of completely drunk on Fremont street last night totally sick of every last fucking thing and person in the world and then some...the sound of the human voice makes me want to vomit...just about ready to start sobbing like some tough luck shit lost his only bicycle I walk up to the bar and the guy tells me it is open bar: yes oh yes baby jesus --choir of angels like st peter deciding there's maybe just maybe room for one more... once I'm blind and getting about by touch and feel I get up to some band as close to as loud as it gets. turn out its No Age who i only vaguely knew of. turns out they are fairly good live. thanks, guys

speaking of the vision:


don't think you're ever gonna hear this in the slave pits of las vegas...all the real dancers are fell off and long gone

down the dirt road blues

I've got traktor a little bit figured out and have pretty much taken Lucifer's hand to walk off into the sunset of the dark side. I dislike most of the mixes I've heard people make with it but that doesn't stop me from playing around with it myself. I'd like to abandon all cultures and all genres and make a kitchen sink cacophony mix with it: sound effects and television show soundtracks from all around the world looped and fragmented into something that is pure disorientation.

MIX #7

evidence/fuego dm . flying lotus/ tea leaf dancers. nas/ one love (instro). temperatures rising (instro)/ mobb deep



(UPDATE 09/10:  this divshare link is dead, but i mixed this mix into mix #12: "the other side of time-" which is one of my best DJ efforts- if not THE best, and is currently hosted on soundcloud

I didn't buy any of these tracks. Actually, I bought a bargain bin promo of the first Mobb cd once, but I found the instro on some blog or another. Pulled the Lotus track from You Tube, which might account for the muddiness of it. All in all, I don't have a job, if that makes it any more wrong or right (as if in the long run any of this matters either way). What's the use of music? Is it a pretext for people to get together and interact? Is your leisure time sufficient recompense for work?

as for leisure time in my area, if you are in las vegas you should check out http://www.devilsnight12.com/ on october 24. I'm too feeble to make it there myself, but there's at least a chance that people will have a good time there. Dubstep DJ King, appearing there, throws a monthly party called Smash which actually has a little bit of soul to it. Like I said, I don't enjoy going out anymore...There might be real fun... real parties left in the world, but their networks are closed to the likes of my pestilence...Attendance is always sparse at the events I think will be good. Here is a decent forum for people who try to make things happen on the model of parties in the past http://www.eternalbeats.net/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=15



caught some shows... caught the yeah yeah yeahs one night and the bravery another... The bravery: I didn't think I knew who they were, I went because there was free booze and I thought there would be decent looking girls there. Turns out that i knew some of their songs, they played a couple things:("so, that's who plays that song. ") I guess it was OK- it was free. The yeah yeah yeahs were OK as well, a diverse crowd- some of their songs were kind of grooving but there weren't enough rhythms going on to really make you move.