Kanye Likes Land of Talk?

Hahaha, Kanye likes Land of Talk? That's pretty cool, I think.


IMO, "Some Are Lakes" was definitely one of the bestest, saddest tracks of 2008, so I guess this just goes to show that 808s & Heartbreak is just really, uh, real.

In that case, Kanye you should just go ahead and download the whole album, it's pretty decent.

I would host the track here, but it's up at the link above, and when I use firefox I have to type in all of the html to do hyperlinks.

School of Seven Bells

I interviewed another band forever and ever ago. I did manage to end the interview without insulting them though, which was cool in a different kind of way. You can read the interview here.

This is a little awkward

Gee Guys, long time no blog. Sorry. I feel really bad about ignoring nothin but cuts, but recently someone told me that I was "king of the blogs" so apparently I'm getting along fine without her.

But that's nowhere near true. I need nothin but cuts, there's not really any other place where I can write about all of the weird ass random shit I like.

For instance, I heard this song way back in 2008 when Ryan "Schwatever" threw it in his set at Justin's pahaarroooty. As far as I can tell, I'm the only person who heard it and instantly thought it was amazing, but ya'll need to be learned about this Fonda Rae.

So good. The beginning is nasty cheesy, but then a synth that sounds like an electronic steel drum comes in, and it quickly becomes ridonk (is that something people say? I will have to retire it if it is) in an incredibly wondrous, hazy pastel-lit way . I read a Youtube comment along the lines of "This used to be the jam when it came on at the skating rink," thus this track has singlehandedly convinced me that roller disco needs to come back. Yes, I know that Youtube comments are the devil's tongue, yes I know that I can't roller skate and when attempting to learn I take on the same attitude as a small child, frustrated with the fact that his sloppy joes won't stay inside the bun, but that doesn't matter. It's not about the reality, it's about the dream.

I'm also gonna upload this track by Wham!, because I like it for a lot of the same reasons as the Fonda Rae track. The reactions I've gotten from it this far range from, "I don't like this," to "It makes me nauseous," but if this is just a weird personal thing, I'm cool with that.

In addition to thinking it sounds awesome, I just love lyrics like, "Some people work for a living/some people work for fun/girl I just work for you," and "And now you tell me that you're having my baby/I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to/but once step further and my back will break/if my best isn't good enough then how can it be good enough for two?" Just the image of George Michael as this beleaguered working class heterosexual lad caught in a relationship that's killing him is kind of hilarious.

Fonda Rae - "Touch Me All Night Long"  [Buy]

Wham! - "Everything She Wants" [Buy]

Killers fans hate me

I reviewed the Killers' new album a really long time ago for Prefix, and I gave it an unfavorable review because it, uh, sucked.

On the upside, the review got a lot of really awesome comments that suggested I "shouldn't ever write anything else for the rest of [my] life," or "take a break and go eat some ice cream"

Bizarrely, 3 different people suggested I listen to Mariah Carey because I obviously couldn't handle The Killers' complex, emotionally rich songwriting.

I'm gonna have to say no to those first two things, but yes to the third.

This comment was easily the most awesome:

Ok . this is a golden moment for anyone fortunate enough to stumble on this message. There may only be a few of you before it is censored out, so do hope you listen well and share this story as it will not be repeated.
All you learn from this moment forward will have to be through your own awakening.

The Killers album, Day and Age, is a fantastic and disturbing tale of a privileged few, the Illuminated, seeking real shelter (one may, for instance, throw away their money and run to the valley of the great divide...Denver Intenational Airport...a massive secret underground shelter) in the not so distant future during a time of what may be incredible human suffering. Look it up. See Denver Airport Mural.

The point is this.... The Killers songs are not nonsensical. Poetry, yes. Mystical indeed.
Flowers delivers the message of a soul and indeed FOR all the "chosen" souls that ache knowing that when most on this world are suffering, they, a relative handful of world elite, will be safely cared for as the earth endures radical physical stress as it enters the galactic plane in 2012. It can leave a human empty, and guilt ridden.

Known to many as the Dark Rift, knowledge of this event has passed on by Day and by Age; Pyramidial alignment with the stars, the Mayan Calendar, Secret Societies, and now the Killers, in brave fashion, consistent with the open symbolism we see each day on the money that we use, have been instructed to deliver ever so discreetly this message of comfort to the illuminated as they scatter across the globe wringing their hands and selecting their bunk mates so to speak.

This is not conspiracy. This is not a careless message of doom and gloom. This is nature. It is natural for the earth to cycle through ages of birth, death, and renewal. It is natural for humans to seek shelter and endure in troubled times.....and when such adequate shelter is too scarce for all, it is natural for those who have such a unique privilege to keep it secret...keep it safe....and to make very careful choices about who they bring from this Day and Age into the next.

Listen to the album with this topic in mind and perhaps you'll enjoy it as it was intended to be enjoyed by the few, the guilty, the sheltered Illuminati........and then again, perhaps not.

Read deep my friends. Your future existence depends on it.
Wake up.
Prepare
Be Strong
Be safe.
Peace.

All I need is one mic

The Cover Girls

One day during the end of the summer, perhaps ironically, I was walking to the nearest grocery store to buy the chips and salsa that has become the main staple of my diet.  As I walked up to cross Jeffrey, a BUSTED white 90s Ford pulled up to the intersection, containing about four Mexicans. Dude at the wheel was glaring out of the window with the customary "MOTHAFUCKA YOU LOOKIN' AT SUMTHIN'" expression that many of us minorities probably learn in grade school, somewhere between subtraction and the meaning of Kwanzaa (Umoja = Unity), and girl in the passenger was staring straight ahead with a standard "Betta be street if he lookin' at me" face. Naturally, included in this whole scene were some pavement-shaking jams, coming out of the car; however, this was not standard earthquake music.

I wasn't really then considering what appeared to me the incongruity of the scene, so much as I was trying to figure out what the fuck this music was. I knew that I knew it, somewhere in the deep long-ago of my heart, but I didn't know what the fuck it was. Since I didn't catch any of the lyrics, and there is not yet any search engine that allows you to "dooo doo dooo" into a microphone and match that shit to a song, I scoured the internets in vain. 

Until one day I was watching the latest installment of Pot Psychology and I had much the same reaction to the clip's background music. I googled the lyrics and discovered that the song was "I Wanna Be The One" by Stevie B. More importantly, I discovered that Stevie B. was considered something called "Freestyle."

If you grew up on B96 like me, then I might seem pretty late with this, but Freestyle is a genre of music that was popular with latino communities in the late 80s/early 90s, and cultural curator B96 bumped that shit hard as hell. The aesthetic of it is pretty much like this:

I can say without an ounce of irony that Freestyle is fucking awesome. There's just something insanely appealing about the excessive glitz and flare of the music. Debbie Deb is delivering lyrics like "The guys look really fine/they almost blew my mind/the guys look really good/just like I knew they would," without an ounce of self-consciousness.  It's just about real life: going to the disco, the dance floor being filled with hot guys, dancing till you bag one, the great struggle that defines all of our lives. Mad depth Debbie, mad depth.

My friend Daniel used to tell me how his mom would play "Diamond Girl" by Nice and Wild, another Freestyle gem, at the end of every single party she threw at their house, like one of those zany idiosyncratic moms in some indie coming of age story. Isn't that awesome? Do you think I should ask Mrs. Gardunio if I can look at her record collection, in search of more gems? Would that be weird?

Debbie Deb - Lookout Weekend [Buy]

The Cover Girls - Show Me [Buy]

Stevie B. I Wanna Be the One [Buy]

Mambo # 5

I am really not doing right by nothinbutcuts. In the beginning, I only blogged every few days cause there was a lack of shit that I knew about, but now that I have all of the time in the world, and thus spend it all reading blogs and myspace hopping, I could definitely be blogging more content.

Anyway, I have a question: do girls heckle boys? When I say heckle I mean the "Hey baby, what are you doing tonight, am I invited?" type shit that girls hear from boys all the time. I know that black girls do (I have seen it, and surprisingly enough, personally endured it), but I don't know about the racial mainstream's (i.e. white folks) attitudes on Sadie Hawkins-style heckling.

Anyway ladies, ya'll should try it. It comes off as a really awesome strategy in this song. Le Corps Mince de Francoise (that's a fucking long name to not be in English) is from Finland, and the band kinda sounds like CSS, except in this track, "Ray-Ban Glasses," where they're ripping off of some dude's style, and coming on to him at the same time? The lyrics are on the inscrutable side, but I'm pretty sure that they include something about "liking it raw."

I can honestly guarantee that you will like this song. I'm a little worried that the track might have a "Buy You A Drank" quality to it, meaning that you'll really like it the first thirty times you hear it, but want nothing to do it with it time #31. But those first 30 listens will be pretty awesome.


Le Mince Corps de Francoise - Ray-Ban Glasses (Les Gillettes Remix)

I interviewed the presets?

So uh, yeah. A while ago I interviewed The Presets, and I pretty much made an ass of myself cause I don't know what words mean. If you want, you can read the interview here.


The More You Know: apparently, a "pensato" is a theoretical, imaginary note in music. How about that?

The More You Know: I have nothing to do with that "Unveiling Notes" title. It sounds lame to me too.