Just continue getting wasted. Drown yourself into a separate dimension. Speaking in tongues to your pals via digital communication. See me on this television in the camera? Left nut hanging out my whites, stuck to/gripping the leather couch. A grotto has gathered in the ass-crack canopy region. Sweat rolls down your nipple, and only wearing a light cardigan is either a good or bad choice. And you absorb yourself more in a world you can handle. Something a bit timid in access and accessible in thought. Projection at its more non-profound. What’s it called, like, it’s called like when you get so head-kicked the night before it rolls into the next morning? “Groovevateer” pops on your alarm and that growl just gets it right with your yawn. Maybe that’s your girlfriend. Maybe these are your shoes. And don’t forget your teeth, amirite?
Driving to work, dimensionally warped, and that guy in the car next to you: every fucking morning. It never seemed so blended in color and upbeat. Oh, what? There’s work to do here, huh? Okay-okay, Ima get right on this Top Female Executives website we call an honor, yeah. Ima write all this and see if Jackie got the fulfillment package. Get into Charlie’s desk and take all the meds at once. Fly beyond the brink of — shit, that’s right, you got Mickey’s meds in the car too. Cocktail, or save it for tonight’s into tomorrow’s gap of where did the night go? To think that you don’t get any more cultural than digital now. And native to the life are all that is trans. Digital Natives is trans. Very so. Fucking came out with a milli releases last year too. Aye-aye, that’s MY “shit god damn” moment.
That or just buy IT’S ALL POINT BLANK now via Beer On The Rug and sell it at $200 next year. :::::RESET:::::
Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself [excerpts]
Everyone’s favorite car part certifier has a new CD out. As ever with FXHE, it’s full of gnarly kicks, gnarly snares, gnarly hi-hats, and gnarly synths (and gnarly crash cymbals [and gnarly basslines]), all presented with a reassuring dose of nonchalance. Check out excerpts from the Detroit-based producer Omar S’ Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself here:
• FXHE: http://www.omarsdetroit.us
Kendrick Lamar feat. Jay-Z
“Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe” (Remix)
Sometimes when you’re huffing duster at 1:30 AM and cumming at the same time, it feels like 90 years of ghost/haunted seamen just unleashes its way out and messes everything. Yet there’s something poignant there, but I totally bailed on thought to pixkk up technology and write shit right here. But about what? “Sometimes I need to pee alone.” Remember Jay-Z cashing in on Kendrick Lamar’s sleeper hit “Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe” by “remixing” it? Oh, cool! But look at that pic above: Kendrick is FARR from Kobe. Jay-Z maaaaay be more like Reggie Miller. A Kobe and Jordan one-on-one wouldn’t even be fun to watch. Okay, it might be fun to watch Jordan still slam a bitch in 2013.
HAHAHA — holy shit, you should go to Jay-Z’s website. It’s like the end of a hockey game and finding a bunch of deflated BOOM-STICKS. Or going to Wal-Mart and finding American Gangster in the New Releases section. Wait, good kid, m.A.A.d city was sold exclusively at Wal-Marts, right? Like that one AC/DC joint? But what’s new this year? What trumps both Jay-Z and Kendrick combined? You got that clipping. going in WAY hard. The Underachievers also bumps. What’s this, killing a vibe? No. Earl keeping it 10-second drum solo every 10 seconds. And Danny Brown wants to touch children everywhere with his music.
Don’t kill your vibe, Kendrick? You killed it yourself. A year later. With Jay-Z. Riding in a game that advances faster than you made your last album.
“Four Years Later” [excerpt]
Okay, I’ll be honest. I throw the terms “life-changing” and “greatest thing ever” around way too much, but if there was one experience I’ve had that was actually both of those things, it was seeing Alan Licht play live when I was 16 years old. The form of his set that night is permanently embedded in my mind; it started with a beautiful slow burning EBow drone that built up for nearly 20 minutes before the dude put down his guitar and proceeded to completely annihilate his initial soundworld by delicately attacking his massive array of pedals. It was my first real introduction to the world of noise/drone music, and I was hooked from that moment on.
Licht has been pretty quiet in terms of solo releases in recent years, probably because someone has to play guitar with Lee Renaldo and write books about Will Oldham. Luckily, Licht is back with a brand new release for everybody’s favorite label Editions Mego!
Four Years Older seems to be the closest I’ve heard Licht capturing the brutal onslaught of a set that I witnessed back in the day. In this excerpt, Licht’s guitar is characteristically warped beyond belief into a delightful frenzy of electronic tones and feedback, before giving way to a beautiful pitch-shifted chord progression at the end. This is made all the more impressive by the fact that Licht recorded these pieces live without any additional overdubs. Even though Licht has apparently been playing this piece live for four years, let’s hope that he decides to tour it so he can continue to corrupt/convert the next generation of teenagers to the wonderful world of experimental music.
Four Years Older is out April 15 via Editions Mego.
Real-life nightmares are rarer than people perceive them. We use the word “nightmare” to describe situations as frequently as we’d use the word “epic” to describe what we really enjoy. But nightmare isn’t the cold during spring. Epic (is but) isn’t any movie I’ve seen in the last… ever. Nightmare is when you cross between dream and reality. Like, like going through a wasted-high writing crisis, hearing the type writer taunt you in “Springingtime,” turning on the Nite Lite, and contemplating why the mirror’s image of your face never changes ever. But the audio and visuals are completely distorted through paranoia, lack of sleep, stress, and euphoria, and the nightmare is being there conscious enough to emotionally respond to your mind crumbling.
Ehh, but shit’s been a MESS since ol’ Phil French left the label game. However, I’m infatuated with all the “writing” he’s posted about each song. There can never be enough paragraph quoting; there can be WAY less “meaningful” one-liner quotes. Yet, Phil and his sig-nif Myste have been traveling the Desire Path since last year to give all our ears the candy that is Megrez , recorded everywhere on Mt. Tabor in Oregon. Only 300 LPs were printed and I’m buying the rest of them, so get to it before me, oh… OH!! Too late. You can still try over at Desire Path Recordings, but…
Free Structures: What We Thought When We Though The World Was Shifting Under Our Feet
Have you ever imagined — while walking on the sidewalk or hiking up a trail — that you are not simply moving across the surface of the planet, but that you are spinning the Earth under your feet with the mere strength of your legs? Kind of like a log-rolling contest on a much different scale. If not, you should try it next time you’re strolling about (it’s particularly fun to imagine while jogging or ingesting hallucinogens).
Vividly titled Free Structures: What We Thought When We Thought The World Was Shifting Under Our Feet, the newest release from Seattle drone musician Emuul imagines a similar sensation. Rumbling tones fuel the machine that rotates the ground beneath fleeting piano melodies and fluttering guitar riffs within the tender 35 minutes of this cassette. Now that it’s spring, it’s time to bust out the sweatbands, pop this sucker in your Walkman, and do your part in spinning this rock beneath us.