22 september 2008
So, spiteful autumn has decended upon us, like a nasty, bitter nine month hangover. Months like these that I curse being born north of Milan. On the other hand, hey, yet another excuse to work, look for work, and blog about working and looking for work. No use going outside, after all, with the looking like a smurf and that.
Was outside yesterday though, documenting my surroundings. Trying to pick up on photography again. Hopefully I got something good. Will post if I did.
Anyway, The Rapture released some new shit. The !K7 Tapes. Mixtape filled with NYC-ish dance, from the last 20-something years. Very hip. If DJ mixes is a pissing contest, The Rapture aims straight up, trusting gravity rainbow to keep them free of any golden showers. Not sure where this metaphore is going, but anyway, I like it. Go download.
Speaking of Gravitys Rainbow. Klaxons on the new Entourage. Amongst others. Sweet.
15 september 2008
Somewhere in the bottom of that fifth beer, we'd found a deep truth. The kind of deep truth one normally finds in empty bottles. "If you could have a threesome with MIA and Uffie, you'd be done with sex," I said to general agreement. "Just chop em off afterwards. Call the boys, tell em it's done. Get the knife. I've had my share. No need to be greedy." More nods, and just one more round before we head of to the next pub for that last pint or three.
In retrospect, drunken revelations are usually terribly underwhelming. This one's a bit rough too, but it rings some truth. Damn that woman, Well, dreaming's free (anyway, I heard Uffie was pregnant too? Definitely a big minus in the score card.)
Any way, this isn't supposed to be a blog about who I'd want to sleep with before getting ballchopped. I'm sure there are forums for that kind of thing on the internet. I just want to tip you off about this one from the Radioclit camp, posted by the Fluos a month or so back. This is what I get for never reading blogs anymore.
Esau Mwamwaya, Santogold, M.I.A & Radioclit - Get it up (Fluolink)
02 september 2008
I guess most frequent readers of this blog have noticed the fact that it's been dead since blody February. Not that it has stopped the 60+ hopeful mails I get every week from music promoters who just love my blog! The next time you mail me, I promise I will blog about you if you just include the word Haberdasher in as natural a context as you can possibly muster.
Anyway — there are several reasons for my absence. Moving closer to the capital and starting work on my masters thesis is one, a total disenfranchisement with this years music another.
I stand by my view that this year, musically, is a let down (the fact that my playlist for 2008 is a mere 500 tracks so far is a testiment), but there has certainly been a few standouts. Kele Oekeke howling on Biko and trying to stay drunk in Soho in Mercury are two. Skeletal Lampings is another one. The entirety of Foals magical Antidotes, Air Frances No Way Down, all of Santogolds and Cut Copys releases this year yet others.
So I guess, all in all, there are definitely some hopefuls this year too, like miniature lighthouses scattered across a vast and murky musical tundra. But for those, there are several blogs more fitted than mine. And for everything else, there's Hipster Runaway.
Anway — as always, Throwing credibilty to the four winds, I'll be back sooner than you think, Which is any time earlier than infinity you'll say, Yes but this time I'll try, really will, But that's hard to believe, I imagine you object, But just you wait and see.
Oh yes; In lieu of listening to music, I've been reading and researching. So if anyone wants to tip about a particularly good book, or discuss static analysis of C code, drop me one.