Cold Parental Diss

A foul phenomenon sweeps our nation and others. This happened to my brother, forcing him to move into my old room, which therefore means this happened to me!! Be warned.

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I wanna tear you apart

tough to pick one scene out of a movie so embedded in our cultural DNA that it almost doesn't need re-visiting, as it's always there, coursing through our blood like, uh, blood cells. Let's go with this one, worth Eddie's parting line alone.

I Think I'm In Love

A reissue, by nature, assumes that an album is completely worth revisiting. In the case of Spiritualized's third LP, Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space, I didn't really need a special collector's edition to remind me, but it and its awesome packaging certainly helped. When the album first came out I got the deluxe version where the CD was in a big pill box that had a tinfoil lid to be peeled back, like the CD was a pill you had to take. On the deluxe reissue, every song is its own individual 3-inch CD/pill, like they're part of a pharmaceutical regiment.

I feel like you'd be hard-pressed to find a more synergetic combination of music and packaging. J Spaceman's lyrics have always operated in that ambiguous way where you can't tell if he's talking about love, music, drugs, or God, and in truth it's probably all of them at the same time. It's all about the electric surges of desire and yearning, the opiate bliss of fulfillment, and the aches of withdrawal. For example, I remember the lyrics to their early hit Medication: "Every day I wake up, and take my medication, and I spend the rest of the day, waiting for it to wear off."

"I Think I'm In Love" is my favorite song on the record, and one that I've kept close to me since I heard it the first time in Denton, TX, 1997, where I had a summer job as an intern at UNT's superconductor facility. The groove has a perfect dreamy churn to it that seems so well-suited for either lying down or feeling the silent epiphanies of a spring day on a long, directionless walk. The lyrics quite nimbly express the double-edged beauty behind illumination - they're all variations on the opener "I think I'm in love - probably just hungry." You're overwhelmed, something new is coming on, you don't know what it is, but at the same time you don't know if it's real at all, or a fantastic dream, the kind that passes through you only long enough to hide the pain.

Couldn't find the album version on youtube so here's an insane live recording:

"Charlie Rose" by Samuel Beckett

This is Perfect.

now you know i'm ready

"I'm Ready" is one of the standout tracks on Accelerator, a later-period album by sleaze rock geniuses Royal Trux. After having forgotten about it for many years, this tune returned to my brain around 4am last night as I lay cruelly awake. RTX was a epiphanic experience for me as a lad, esp "Twin Infinitives," which sounds like 40s European musique concrete filtered through 60s UK blues-rock and fired out of the asshole of an 80s American noise wasteland, outrageous/brilliant as any free jazz salvo. If you haven't jammed RTX in a while, take this opportunity to play "I'm Ready" or any other of their compositions, as their entire discography is CWR.

A Violent Twilight

Though this Peter Maass New York Times article on Peak Oil has reached the age of nearly 5 years old, I still find it worth the read, with ideas fresh as ever. Courtesy of J-Fo.

P.S. Learn to walk long distances and cook your own food.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/21/magazine/21OIL.html?scp=1&sq=peter%20maass&st=cse

Juicy J - Hoes in this House

Regardless of how you feel about hoes, it is generally considered good form to signal to others when they are nearby. When others are informed, a group response can be devised. Possible responses include: flee, approach them with caution moving in a collective formation, or every man for himself. The presence of hoes can be indicated through statements like "I'm sorry, but are those some hoes over there, by the humidor?" or "Your Honor, I hate to interrupt, but I couldn't help notice there are in fact some hoes here." Sometimes it is enough to simply state in a calm, yet authoritative tone, "there's some hoes in this house!" Others will take this as a sign that if they see the hoes, they should point them out.

If you are shy and don't wish to voice the presence of hoes yourself, you can instead wait until others are finished playing music, and insert this cassette tape, recorded by Juicy J aka Juicy (Juice Manne) Jay of Three Six Mafia. The classic b-more club anthem slowed down to a codeine crawl should do the trick. As a means to communicate subtlely to others nearby the presence of low-hanging fruit, or simply as a mega-awesome rap jam, "Hoes in this House" is completely worth revisiting.

Bonus: at the end, Juicy J indicates that, despite rumors to the contrary, Three Six Mafia are not satanic.