Bodymore, Murderland

Piano Overlord-The Overlord Meets Adventure Time In Sleepy Keys

-Some serious Money Studies jocking. They got Piano Overlord, select Hollertronix joints and Spank Rock, whose album "Voila" has been fornicating with my car stereo the last couple days nonstop. I glance over at my CD booklet and think, "What's the fucking point?" The CD itself isn't just pure Spank Rock, it's a blend of shit that his DJ's Rockswell and XXXChange mutilated to the nth degree. By now you've heard so many redundant mashups you may feel inclined to roll your eyes but these dudes prove the point that certain people were born to DJ and not just come up with cute ideas in the confines of their friend's automobiles while under the influence of some foreign substances. All those booty bass B-More strip club references will take shape in this one album.

-Going to Spain in three days. I'll have one last blog post before I turn this thing into a straight travel journal with occasional mp3age and incessant photologging.

Hey Saturday Sun

Boards Of Canada-Oscar See Through Red Eye

(Image above done by ubiquitous British artist, Banksy. You can see more of his artwork here)

-New Boards Of Canada coming out October 18th. I've heard the entire new album and their last effort, "Geogaddi", pales in comparison. This is like the BOC album I've been wanting to hear for a long time. It's been three years since "Geogaddi" and it's been worth the wait. Far darker and expansive than the last, unrestrained--beautiful.

-New Supreme line dropping soon. A favorite of mine is the "Zapatista" shirt; perfect timing. I'm in full throttle revolutionary mode, haha.

-I really recommend you see The Constant Gardener, utterly brilliant. Directed by Fernando Meirelles, whose last effort "City Of God" you've all heard of by now. Based on a John Le Carre book about the pharmaceutical business in Africa, haunting and incredibly moving.

"Did you just get cock blocked by Bob Saget?"

Pharrell Ft. Rohff-Where Yours At
Jim Jones Ft. Juelz Santana, J.R. Writer & Latiff-Honey Dip

I'm the only one who can stand Pharrell's raps huh? Smooth, small, and laced in some seriously dripped n' jeweled lil' dudes, I actually liked his little nonsense on the Drop It Like It's Hot remix. Anyway, he's got a new album coming this fall. Hate on it. You've already heard "Where Yours At" on that N.E.R.D. album 'Clones' but this one is better. Really. Pharrell raps and so does some French dude.

Ah, another Jim Jones track. "Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly....Dipset's Fonzarelli!" You might want to avoid this but I know you can't.

I'm not a real blogger; I avoid using snarky, innit, meta, or interpolation in my daily talk so as not to come off like a total metasnarkyhomo to my peoples. I did however start watching HBO sitcoms and while I don't have much in terms of damaged prose to offer, I do gotta say that Entourage on On Demand is something I can't see myself writing off as "so-yesterday" just quite yet. I love Jews; Ari Gold, played masterfully by Jeremy Piven (dude has looked the same age for twenty years) is the funniest Yid on the boob tube right now, aside from Larry David.

"Where the fuck did you hear that, Friendster?"

Sossegado

Khia-My Neck, My Back (Dainjah Remix)

The remixes of this song (see: Dopplebanger) have been better than the original, transcending that tawdry little hook from just straight nasty to something so harmonious your girl even dips it as she cringes, frustrated with all the injustice but unable to escape sexual magic. Or something, sorry your girl's lame.

-Yeah, this blog is _________(insert current hiphop slang denoting 'failing'). Sorry dudes. I'm moving to Espana in four weeks and for some reason, I still have yet to quit (read: get fired) from my job pushing books at the library, useful in paying off my ever steep credit card bill. Speaking of credit cards, that shit is insane! "Oh boy, PLATINUM!" Starting October, expect this blog to turn into some Hemingway/Pedro Juan Gutierrez/MP3 blog consisting purely of my drunken excursions, loads of photos, and some inane banter. Hope you'll tune in, fucker.

-Oh, and that's what I'm reading now: Pedro Juan Gutierrez's Tropical Animal and Dirty Havana Trilogy. Good luck getting it at your bookstore, I had to Amazon that shit. Full of bad rum, anal sex with Mulatta bitches, and jerking off monkeys and having your hands drenched in monkey juice. Jesus, my world is a mix of the subhuman and the pseudointellectual.

-In January, you're going to see me here, in Goa, the former foothold of the Portuguese empire in Asia, the former Brazil of the east, and the home of my father's family for the last seven hundred years. Most people think of Goa as some tranced out raverfest which is due to the large numbers of hippies who have travelled there frequently since the sixties. It's more than that; it feels more like a Latin American or Mediterranean town than an Indian one altogether. The people are the products of miscegenation so there's a large mestizo population of which my family is. We drink feni, a coconut/cashew purple drank that gets you beyond faded, eat pao bhajis and racheiado, and sing drunken mandos, a Goan version of the Portuguese fado except with dance and more Konkani influences.

Some history.

-Check out Coco B's UGK songs, all very nice but um, what's the deal with Bun B dropping "goddamn chink" in the middle (2:10) of "Cocaine In The Back Of My Ride"?

This Mountain Air Is Devastating

I'm somewhere in the Rocky Mountains right now. Blogging is difficult. Smoking entirely too many cigarettes, living on grilled crab legs and cognac. Fingers can't stop shaking and Thomas The Engine is the soundtrack to my demise, it would seem. Won't be back till tomorrow, but dropped in on a strangers Vaio to make a point.

I'd like to re-up songs, really and truly, I would. However, Yousendit is to blogging what a plastic fork is to fine dining. Forgiving poor analogies, you must understand that till I finally manup (and settle my outstanding credit card debt), I am in no position to offer anything of any permanence, meaning: 25 clicks and that's it!

So, to all the people from Ukraine, Bali, and Botswana, I would advise getting online at the most inopportune times to avoid losing out on some of this aural delight, lest some thieving American scallywag beat you to the punch, smell me?

Anyway--no music in this post. Lots of reading going on, namely Camus's "The Plague", a great cigarette/poop/bedtime read. Not so good for daytime, when everyone's talking about going on some hike and all you can think about is collapsed rats and yellow eyes.

-You guys drink soda? I'm thinking about cancelling my alcohol intake in lieu of all this:
COCO RIO
INCA COLA
SUMOL

-Crazy Guy On A Bike...I could be into this club.

Till tomorrow, adieu.

*Oh, I suggest you guys buy some Satwa. Great Brazilian psychadelic. I'll post it up Thursday, that and some John Fahey. Fucking A it's a folk party.

Do You Party?

Soft Pink Truth-Big Booty Bitches
Le Tigre-After Dark (Diplo Remix)

-The above photo is kid Conor, at his most recent obliteration. Son got so drunk, he fell asleep on a box of Keystones, next to what the local yokels referred to as "The Beer Whale", a giant misshapen (not even looking like a whale, at that) Oceanic figure comprised of an assortment of terribly cheap beers (PBR, PBR, PBR, oh look, a Natty Ice!). When I told him he was sleeping on a box of the aforementioned burr, he made the wise choice of moving onto a much more comfortable, box of Miller High Life's. Being as soused as he was, I'm sure he thought it was like going from Motel Six to the Ramada. I decided it was the perfect time to break out the camera phone and a lighter, while the accomplice J-W.O.D. stuck the stoge in C's moufpiece. Carrying on....

-Soft Pink Truth was featured most notably on the Hollertronix megahit "Never Scared" with their reinterpretation of Bjork's spritely wonder "It's In Our Hands", along with "Big Booty Bitches", featured above. Google it and you'll get a lot of Matmos references, glitch allusions, panty raider club beats and all that haberdashery. The Diplo remix is the full version this time. Who loves ya?


-Snake Versus Kangaroo. Snake Wins.

-The Best Of NBA Fights. I like the 'three point to karate kick' move myself.

-Lakai's "Russia Red Flair Tour"

-Agents Of The Area

We Are You

DJ Shadow Minute Mix Pt. I
DJ Shadow Minute Mix Pt. II
DJ Shadow Minute Mix Pt. III
DJ Shadow Minute Mix Pt. IV
DJ Shadow Minute Mix Pt. V

-As promised, here it is. I feel like a mix of this nature should be distributed for everyone to hear, not just those lucky enough to have the duckets to dig through the crates, or the overpriced CD racks, for that matter. Enjoy.

-Wedding Crashers--phenomenal. Better than Old School. Take your girl; it's a moment of truth for your wishy-washy relationship.

-Cashing In On Revolutionaries? I don't see it as that big of a deal...or maybe that's just because I happen to like Boxfresh's stuff.

-Hey, I like Maya as much as the next blogger but these dudes are borderline creepy.

-Free Credit Reports via Suze Orman. Trust me, your mom has a copy of everyone of said jawn's books for a reason. You can see how long the fed's done been tracking your ass. Do these every few months so you can check them regularly.

-What's good with eating a solitary tuna sandwhich for lunch and having three Bud Ice's for dinner...add two packs of expensively packaged cigarettes and you got yourself the beginnings of a lovely summer relationship.

"Like Something Out Of Kerouac"

Talking Heads-Sugar On My Tongue

-At a recent midnight movie showing of "Stop Making Sense", I totally fell in love with the Talking Heads all over again. When I was just a wee lad in the Year Of Our Lord, 1988, I, like many other preschool graduates, was without blog, iPod, or even a decent set of headphones. I was forced to succumb to the board jumping musical preferences of my mother, which bounced frequently from Bonnie Rait, to Genesis, to Tracy Chapman and later surprises like The Stranglers and Iggy Pop. She also played quite a bit of anything David Byrne related. She made me a mixtape along time ago of songs she played when I was in the crib....Enya's "Sail Away" was on there, as was "Burning Down The House", my personal fave, nostaglic value irrelevant. Jonathan Demme, director of "Silence Of The Lambs", created the best possible concert film of all time. No psychadelic camera tricks circa any Hendrix footage, no unnecessary stage antics or fan introspections, not even a mandatory backstage interview with the band. Just genius enough to get at least six people in the theater up and out of their seats, acid inspired or not, looking more like gospel revivalists in some lucid dream than the reality--scrawy, white, teenagers dancing like it WASN'T the 21st century, you dig?

-Speaking of Iggy Pop, The Stooges-"Down On The Street" is a song that can certainly transform afflicted brainchildren of the modern era into Chuck Berry era wonderkids.

-And if nothing else works, MC Hammer can show you something related to collar popping and exaggerated movements of all kinds.

-I reupped the DJ Shadow track below...I'm considering posting up the entire second disc of the album, which is Shadow's six song, over 100 minute, psychadelic mix. It's really great and incredibly limited and I don't know if it's easy to come by....any thoughts?