- 5:35 p.m. > Mr P via Gchat: “new [P]aisley [P]arks fyi!”
- 9:34 p.m. > Бｈ○§† turns my shower into a water park. Dancing became less dangerous and more sport. Neighbors felt my thunder.
- 1:03 a.m. > Set all my alarms (6, 6:30, 7, 7: 30 a.m.s) to “In Da Fresh Pussy,” “Rock Da Whistle,” “Ghetto Jap,” and “FatGirls.”
- 7:00 a.m. > Savannah threatens to move out and claims I need to return my phone.
- 7:52 a.m. > My phone is blasting “Bitch Luv Dis Kush” on repeat driving to work.
- 12:53 p.m. > I finish putting Бｈ○§† on a CD-R.
- 1:06 p.m. > Sammy D’Bling allows me to play the CD-R in his car on our way to Chipotle for lunch.
- 1:43 p.m. > I take the CD-R back.
- 3:55 p.m. > “G.H.O.S.T.” has been on repeat since 9:15 a.m., and I dub it my favorite track of 2013, forever.
- 5:32 p.m. > Fuck work. I bass/base out to Бｈ○§† in my car.
- 5:33 p.m. > My pal Captain George loses his mind at moments in music (i.e., the 1:40 mark in “Brothersport”) and just starts to yell, which I did during “Antes Ballad.”
- 7:13 p.m. > Cooking NOT-dogs with Savannah; she axes me politely to turn the album off.
- 11:13 p.m. > She just went to bed, and I’m wasting on Бｈ○§† again.
- 11:56 p.m. > I decided with my pal Mickey (who thinks it’s too soon, but(t) fuck him) that this is my White Flame of 2013… on a listener-trolling scale.
- 7:00 a.m. > forever
- 7: 48 a.m. > FOREVER
- 10:13 a.m. > For. Ev. Ver.
• Paisley Parks: https://soundcloud.com/paisleyparks
This is what you heard in the background while cooking last night instead of listening to “Suppression” by Profligate:
Grey’s Anatomy: Episode 20 (aired April 4, 2013)
“Why can’t I stay here like we did last night?” -boy
“Well, that’s not going to work out.” -man
“I don’t want to go with her. My mom and dad are here.” -boy
“Listen, okay. They’re going to give you a great dinner and probably give you ice cream for dessert. And let you play video games.” -man
*boy breathes deeply a lot*
“Hey. Hey-hey-hey, it’s going to be fine. I promise.” -man
“Okay. Is that… better?” -other man
“Yeah, ah-but, um - practice it a bunch more times. The faster you get in and out, the better your outcomes will be.” -lady
“Promise me you’ll kill me before I start forgetting where my keys are.” -other lady
“Of course” -lady
“…I don’t want my kids to go through what I went through.” -other lady
“Don’t worry. You had me at lethal injection.” -lady
“Wow is that my door-prize?” -dude
“Just so you know I was working with these two Syrian guys today, and they hardly get any supplies any more.” -chick
North Korea, amirite? JK… Cool Ranch tacos hurt you. What’s creepier: hearing this dialogue or potentially being on a video camera in this here “Suppression” video? Regardless, Profligate been tearing it up. Everyone should own this 12-inch. It’s at 45 RPMs & cheap. “Suppression” is off ex-Night Burger fellah’s 12-inch Come Follow Me on More Records and Hot Releases. It’s dark and far from fuck-off.
Everyone Works So Hard
Brent Mitzner, the artist formerly known as Trudgers, is now calling himself Torn Humorist, and he’s just released a radical cassette titled Everyone Works So Hard. Part of Bridgetown Records’ (run by experimentalist Kevin Greenspon) stellar spring batch of limited tapes, Everyone Works So Hard features piles upon piles of guitar loops and viola tones, evolving seamlessly throughout each piece, creating music that hovers and soars simultaneously.
Check out all the new releases from Bridgetown, and nab a batch before they’re all goners.
The fine line between getting up and falling asleep in terms of this track “Raise” is directly in its name. Bitter Fictions (Devin Friesen) does a real interesting job of distorting the line between awake and asleep, not only in the track, but also in the video. Unsure of location and vision. Not entirely trusting reality, but being forced to as a reference point. Thought drawing upon conclusive colors opposed to finding a new one and selling it to Wal-Mart of China. What can be reality in an immersed world of electronics? Plucking? Yeah, it’s there, with a dash of strumming, maybe. The measurement of time and repetition of modality. Yet, is that any different than sleep? Can one keep track of dream-time compared to real time? Nahh. Or can Bitter Fictions provide the answer? It’s merely thought provoked if the provocation was once in thought. Does it spin or twine? Ideas come into a succession of layers, and filing them down is all at once preposterous and vision-defining. Feel it throughout Bitter Fictions’ new self-titled LP out now.
• Bitter Fictions: http://shakingbox.tumblr.com
a i r s p o r t s
First I was gonna start this blurb off with a “more cowbell” reference, and then I realized that is super lame. Then I wanted to talk about how much I love that early-80s synth “cowbell” sound that we still hear all over the place, and how it really doesn’t sound like a cowbell at all, but is so unmistakably TR-808. But then I realized I don’t know enough about synths to say that, and one of you readers will probably be all like “Aaaactutally, that sound first was heard in blah blah blah.”
So instead, I’ll just tell you that the newest track from French producer a i r s p o r t s features a hell of a lot of nostalgic analog percussion, and it builds into one of the best raise-the-roof-in-your-desk-chair tracks of the year so far. As a “taste of what’s to come,” a i r s p o r t s has released “Feelings” on SoundCloud to get us all psyched up for an immanent release.
• a i r s p o r t s: http://airsports.bandcamp.com
Spoiler Alert VII
Spoiler Alert is a Memphis, Tennessee-based blog/posse that emphasizes the city’s small albeit blossoming electronic music scene. Curated in large part by Clifton Anthony, who also boasts a deep list of monikers associated with the blog, Spoiler Alert has created a community of like-minded producers who meld trap beats, hypnagogic synth trails, and a clever blend of hip-hop and video game love to put a twist on the sound Memphis is famous for.
Their seventh mixtape has been curated by T∆NDEM and includes music from many Memphis producers, lovingly wrapped in psychedelic 8-bit bacon, doused in codeine, and served with a side of some fancy Japanese sauce. It’s a blood bath of hetero-ghetto-new-age-trap. This ain’t some chopped-and-screwed, 20th-century revival muzak-ass shit. The only vapors here are coming from your roommate’s vaporizer. Weird hodgepodge samples abound. Everybody gets a slice. You dig?
• Spoiler Alert: http://www.spoiler-alert.net