THE BAN

ok so i guess ive had it up to ^here with pizza places skimping me on the sauce. Since when is it ok to skimp on one of the most important ingredients to making this a great pizza. oh wait yeah i forgot, you skimp on the sauce because you DONT want the customers coming back to your spot. FAIL. from now on, im banning any pizza spot who skimps on the sauce.

AND THAT'S THE WAY ITS GOING TO BE
i scream when i'm mad son

Hey Gianni, You Got Your Google Alerts?

Hello?

I only just recently am stepping into this 2010 year of ours. First with the Twitter, got a Google Alert set up for 'dj contra' (its kinda annoying actually, and i'm not sure if its considered narcissistic to admit you have one set up...eh.), and maybe soon a *gasp* Facebook account?!? I'm telling you, moms would be proud. Then again, we've still got a rotary phone at the Casa De Contra.

More on the future in the future.

Regardless, here's hoping Mr. Gianni Marino has his Google Alerts set up and bothers to check em, cuz i'm digging a lot of his remixes, and would enjoy playing em out at a higher than 128-ripped quality. Went so far as to hit up Diplo bout em so he could ask for em; so hit one of us up w/ better quality -- or tell me to take it down and be 'that' guy.

Laidback Luke & Diplo - Hey! (Gianni Marino Remix)

*shitty 128kbps rip.

Rainy Day

Tommy Guerrero - Abiento



From the album Soul Food Taqueria, off the Mo'Wax label.
Cover art by ESPO.

The whole album is great.
Used to get tons of play on the radio during Depress-O shows.

Who The Best?

Khaled on the drops.

Miami's weekly food/art/movie/music/etc paper is ready again for their annual contest of the mighty.
You can find the poll here if you feel like adding your two cents. There's a gazillion categories this year, so give yourself a minute.

Excerpt from my ballot:

7. Best band
ANR

8. Best DJ
Matt Cash

9. Best dance club
Liv - c'mon, if anything else wins, its a joke; this spot shits on most clubs in the country.

10. Best gay bar
White Room

11. Best Latin club
Mango's (does this count - everytime i walk by, it looks amazing)

12. Best neighborhood bar / central
PS14

13. Best neighborhood bar / Miami Beach
Deuce Bar or Purdy Lounge would be the staple answers, but maybe that new Burger King Whopper Bar; haven't ever been, but imagine the chicks you pick up there! "BK, if you need a dj . . . "

14. Best neighborhood bar / south
Izakaya's - pretend like you know

15. Best neighborhood bar / west
pass.

16. Best radio station
94.3 or 97.7 - pirates run this all day! --- 90.5 used to be my staple answer, but have you listened to it lately?

17. Best sports bar
What?


The Pioneers - Long Shot Kick De Bucket

Got this from a cool compilation of mostly skinhead reggae. Originally written by Lee Scratch Perry!

Just Put Something Up

Ok, I will.

Some Comedy-Lite for your day.


Frayser Boy - She Swallowed It

You may have missed this in 2003.

So This Happened

What do you get when you throw a concert with 'punkish' rockers trying to draw in the younger 'hipster' crowd on the outdoor patio("Cabana Green") of a multi-million-dollar resort/spa complex in one of the most affluent areas of Miami-Dade organized by well-meaning people that may not have the strongest grasp on the pulse of the targeted demographic?

Schmoove.

If your keen eye notices, you'll see that I was playing with musicians.

"Wait, what?! Contra, you trying to be on some DJ Spooky/Kid Koala shit?! The fuck?!?!"

Well, no concerned citizen. In fact, that idea was brained up by someone within the Bal Harbour Village Cultural Series development department and impressed upon me within, lets just say for arguments sake, a week of the event.

"Sure," I say, "of course I've worked with musicians before.... Have I worked with these musicians before? No. In fact, I haven't even met them."

Management hits up some connects at the UM School of Music, and presto-change-o, I'm now going to perform w/ 4 musicians (trombone, trumpet, cello, and electric violin[think Revenge of The Nerds closing concert scene, minus fireworks and impressed crowd]).

Let me just set the stage for you. So again, I'm at a gazillion-$ resort. The headliners for this event, which is expecting up to 600 people (including the Mayor, 75 yrs old, I was specifically told), is a group I'm completely unfamiliar with, but reservedly hoping has a crazy following that I'm oblivious to.

It's about 7pm, and the opening act, one Matthew Ian (all black clothes, fedora with the brim set low, a few pieces of jewelry, and probably some worn-in cowboy boots), is strumming and singing on his guitar about heartbreak and sorrow. Currently, there are about 20 people sitting in their lawn chairs; mostly grandmothers with their grandchildren playing in the grass. Then, before this story gets too long, the highlight of the night happens.....

*pause for suspense*

Mr. Ian, takes a second after finishing one of his songs to pick up a book laying beside him.

"First off," I think to myself, "if this guy is going to start reading a book right now, I'm going to lose my shit!"

You gotta understand, I'm already giddy(?!) from trying to take in the absolute awkwardness we are all feeling knowing that we are going to have to perform in front of the fine ladies from the Bal Harbour Bridge Society; and on top of that I haven't even met this group of musicians I'm supposed to 'jam' with while hitting all of the requests made to me hours earlier (including Elton John's Tiny Dancer) because of someone's masterful imagination of how wonderful it will be.

Where was I? Oh, ok, so Mr. Ian pulls out the book as I lean towards a friend and whisper, "I will love it if this guy starts reading some Bukowski or Frost."

Low and behold, he reads aloud the poem below:

Freedom

He drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she told him things that seemed true but were not, and he knew the color of each of her dresses and her shoes he knew the stock and curve of each heel as well as the leg shaped by it. and she was out again and when he came home, and she'd come back with that special stink again, and she did she came in at 3 a.m in the morning filthy like a dung eating swine and he took out a butchers knife and she screamed backing into the rooming house wall still pretty somehow in spite of love's reek and he finished the glass of wine. that yellow dress his favorite and she screamed again. and he took up the knife and unhooked his belt and tore away the cloth before her and cut off his balls. and carried them in his hands like apricots and flushed them down the toilet bowl and she kept screaming as the room became red GOD O GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? and he sat there holding 3 towels between his legs no caring now whether she left or stayed wore yellow or green or anything at all. and one hand holding and one hand lifting he poured another wine

- Charles Bukowski

A-Ma-Zing!!

Bukowski?! One-point for me on the guess. Poem about a guy de-nutting himself?!!? Ten-points to all of the children old enough to understand what he was saying. Balls on this guy for reading that poem in the early evening sunset?!? Hundred-points for all the over 70-yr-olds who had the picture in their head of a man walking around with bloody towels between his legs and his own testicles in his hand!!

Oh how I wish I had a camera for all of the gaping mouths and stunned children. Awesome! Kudos to you fine sir.

Everything after that point pretty much sucked. He got back on his guitar and played a few more songs, then ANR went on, then I went on for a 30 minute set that got extended to ~45-60 then blah, blah, decrescendo.

Things I Realized About Freeballing With Musicians:

1) Homework.

You should really prepare something, or not even bother. Get all your songs in order, and find some ultra-tight in-key progressive manner in tying them all in together while allowing(or making) space and extendo-bridges for the musicians to jump in. Some half-cocked idea brought up in a meeting should not have come to light within the span of a couple days.

2) Let it ride.

You've got to let songs ride almost to the end for the musicians to get into any sort of a groove. I had a rough idea of what I should/could play for what I had imagined the event to be, and basically threw the idea of sticking to any sort of setlist out the window two songs in. There's no quick-mixing allowed with 'jamming' musicians, unless you've really spent time getting all your key signatures/progressions in some sort of comprehensive fashion.

3) Instrumentals.

The less lyrics, the better. The less prominent instruments in the song, the better.

The trouble with both of these rules was that of the brief instruction/requests given to me prior to getting on stage was to play lots of stuff people know(aforementioned Elton John etc). But when you're playing a familiar song with lyrics and perhaps even a guitar solo in a rock song (*gasp*), where the hell do the musicians go? Solo on top of the solo? Solo on top of the lyrics? Hey trombone, go ahead and just freestyle over top of Fred Wesley's part.

ugh.

um, yeah, so that happened.

Segue-shmegway:

Sssssh is also an amazing album worth >two listens.

Fully Fitted posted about this track a little bit ago. Back in 2008 the movie Tropic Thunder used it briefly, and it reminded me of how awesome the song is and totally fits into the correctly identified genre of "Parent Radio" as Devlin noted in the post. So I had gone ahead and started an edit of it, not really finished, but not horrendous as is; its got some noisiness goin on.

Ten Years After - I'd Love To Change The World (Contra EchoNoiseEdit2)

Above The Clouds

Keith Elam aka Guru

July 17, 1966 – April 19, 2010

Gang Starr - Above the Clouds

That's About Right

Ultimate Surrender

This looks like fun...
God, are you there? It's me, Doormouse.
Miami, you have eaten my musical soul. Sucked it dry, spit it out. I am not discouraged. Everything has come full circle. Club land is almost 100% a thing of the past, knock on wood. I am able to purchase music and enjoy it. I am able to live life and wake up in the morning with a purpose. Scene status is reserved for those who can power clean 225 for reps and touch a 20 foot ceiling without using feet.
You can match beats? WOW! You can stay awake get trashed AND match beats? WOW & WOWER! You can do all of the above and give enough Iron Grip Hand Jobs (TM) to land a few gigs? (kneels and bows). Hey, do you use Serato, play the same hitz as Jimmy and Rico but have the wear with all to hang out longer and listen to some guy with a hat tell you about his big plans for the next 'party'?

To make things easier and to remind myself that easy cash is hooker money, here is a gem from the past that hasn't seen the light of day for a couple of years....take a deep breath now.

Okay, fat chicks, please stop requesting Trina's new song 'Single Again'. You're not single again, you just got ass raped in the Lounge bathroom, again. That is not a relationship. That is a business transaction for another Long Island date rape Tea. No, I don't have it, will never have it. When you ask why, I really want to puke on your over exposed cleavage, but I also want to keep my job so I'll just tell you that i forgot to download it. WHUPS! I FORGOT TO DOWNLOAD IT....on your fucking face. Get a life. And please come back and spend your minimum wage Burger King paycheck.
Also, middle aged guys with a gut and a goatee, please don't ask me for some 'breakdance, y'know, breakdance...like wikki wikki wikki n shit'. No, I don't know...I mean, I do, but I'm playing a solid set of roots... music I actually don't mind and I'm forgetting where I am for 10 minutes you fuck. Sorry, I mean, "Oh yeah, I'll get that right on".Breakdance your ass off you crippled excuse for a human being with a life.Speaking of backbreaking, don't make a request and tell me you're going to give me 10 bucks to play it and then give me 7. Fuck sake, 7 is not 10. Thank you Miami-Dade school system for manufacturing some of the most impressive reasons to keep abortion legal. Jesus saves, etc.
Still on breakdancing...Sunday Andy Smith from Portishead played at the Lounge. Who cares. I checked out about 5 minutes of 'UK breakbeat' after I was forced to get off of my chair (in my underwear, watching MMA eating a salad) in order to fix a sound issue. "I can't get no sound in the headphones". Look, next time, stay home and figure out how a MOTHERFUCKING DJ mixer works. Turntables plug into the PHONO jacks. They have a different IMPEDANCE than line levels. You'll actually get a signal and I won't have to get off of my ass and bring an extra turntable from my set up because you think one is acting 'sticky'. Jesus, you can't DJ your way out of an HIV positive cat's ass. STAY HOME AND PRACTICE. This goes for all of you wack ass suck-n-fuck cociane whore DJ's...pretty much 98.9% of Miami....Stay home, do yourself a favor.
Ah, whatever. This city wouldn't know quality unless it was served with free drinks and syphilis. Then it'd be something familiar.
...and still with the breakdancing...
If you're gonna have a 'rapper' 'band'', please leave Kenny G and the Jamsters out of it. If I wanted to hear smooth jazz improvised poorly with 'yo, here we go, we're in the flow and you know that we blow, yiggidy yoyoyo' I'd put on an US3 record and send more hate mail to Blue Note.
Also, to the guys in the parking lot, that was the best fight I've seen, EVER!!! seriously, it made me sick to my stomach. Foot stomp to the face? check. Knee to the head? check (multiple) Full force hip toss? check. Piledriver onto asphalt? oh yes. And that was just the first minute. But a word to the guy that caught the worst (not that there was a best)...try not saying 'Is that all you got?' over and over. That's why you got choked out in the end and had to have the fight stopped while you tried to walk away and got melon punched over and over...You were out of gas from talking so much. But really, kudo's for the broken bones, concussion's, split faces and brain damage. Very entertaining. When you asked 'how did I do, did I win...' I wasn't sure if you meant in life or the fight. Either way, I don't think there were any winners there. Good luck with that long term memory loss.I'm gonna go rest all day and race tomorrow.
See you in the club.

Good to see you yesterday Andrew & Jake. Swing in anytime.

Yeah?!? Yeah.

"This is a place where the very rich go to party within a few miles of some of the poorest people in America. It is a city where political corruption has become a way of life"

Not quite sure about the headline, but an interesting article from The Guardian on what promises to be an even more interesting book which looks at the city that I know as the "Sunny Place For Shady People™"

Somewhat along these lines, I just got home from djing at Klutch, where, contrary to a number of online reports, some of the Jersey Shore cast showed up. Pauly D, The Situation and the Other Guy Who Isn't The Buff One [sadly?! I am only a little familiar w/ the show], all rocked out till closing time. As its 6am, I won't go into a rambling diatribe about the state of affairs when chants of "Fist Pump!" are answered by the trio and launch the crowd into such a ridiculous frenzy that people didn't give a second thought to spraying their $1500 bottles of Veuve Clicquot all over the club, crowd and my computer...

Eh, I'm tired.

Speaking of being tired, I partly blame the cool event that Sweat Records put together earlier today that I had the pleasure to play [to shoppers and a 'captive' crowd of ~12 people sitting down on the couches staring -- I haven't done an in-store in a little over a year now, and I don't miss the relative awkwardness at all], after LeSpam and just before ANR took the stage. I played a bunch of randomness including the criminally still unreleased Amanda Blank cover of PJ Harvey's "Driving" (Devlin looking smart in the YouTube), new LCD track "Home", and some other things that happened to catch my eye on the *gasp* laptop screen. *oof*...

Yeah that's right, I'm the dude who shows up to play at a record store's 5-year anniversary party which also happened to fall on Record Store Day 2010, looking for a Serato setup. I suppose that's good enough a point on said subject (the subject being me ,'sharp-as-a-razor', not the death of record stores.

Anyways, there's a 3-part Q&A series w/ Lolo on the Miami Herald's site.

Also, props to Dan aka Doormouse, who had an opening celebration today for his new gym space, 305 Crossfit (59th & NE 4th Ave). Apparently he's too buff to write on this site anymore, but his MySpace comments to himself are none the less for it. Eh...

Sedat the Turkish Avenger - Fist Funk

Live at Liv

Josh n Curt of Flosstradamus are gonna be in town today to dj with me at Liv tonight. Do it.

Walter Meego - Romantic (Flosstradamus Remix)

EDIT: For anybody that attended, I think you'll agree that the boys started off mad rough on Wednesday. At ~1am I left em 'round the 125bpm world, and they came on w/ some 11pm openers. Hypnotize anybody? Then they took the fateful step into a reggae set -- side note to anyone who plans/hopes/will play/attend Liv, they don't do reggae. Not even a little. -- which put them about one song away (cue text msgs flying all around and undergarments knotting up) from getting yanked (15 minutes into their set). Anyways, after rationalizing, I got ushered into dropping a 'subtle' hint, and thankfully they took note and proceeded to rock the club. Glad that they were not added to the Liv graveyard.

micheal gordon peterson

AKA CHARLES BRONSON

apparently he's britains most violent prisoner. And theres a movie about him called bronson which if you have Netflix you can watch it on your laptop.

READY


go.

It also has a really sweet soundtrack.



there's also references to death wish in this movie, which i think i will watch next.

Bad Ass Books

10 Awesome Choose Your Own Adventure Books

via Cavalcade of Awesome

down by the beach boiii

VS

awesome.


best part is the kid who is NOT singing.


beach house- zebra
(found via through the webs)

Chips And Dip

I want him at the next Contrapalooza

Man, I dunno what the hell is going on right now. I was surfing through the YouTubes to find some clips of people dancing to DJ Chipman's "Kick Back", and then somehow ended up on this lonely guy's clip.

Then naturally I played the clip while also streaming the Chipman song below. Kinda difficult to time correctly, dancing guy starts a couple seconds early, but really it doesn't matter. Oh man, I need to go to sleep.

DJ Chipman - Kick Back

For those that are unfamiliar w/ Chipman, his tracks are Miami pirate radio staples! The Wu-Tang, Peanut Butter Jelly, and the Eamon remix called Beam Ahh, are all his works. To do the above song, or anything else you may find (look here), Miami justice be sure to play it +16 or on 45. Yeah that's right, the closer itis to 200bpm!!! the better. See below:

Almost an A.C.T. battle goin down around the 3min mark.

Shouts to the Fully Fitted Family; ya'll need to update your blog with things other than an old Pase Rock track from 2008! For those that don't have the track, go to their blog and download it -- XXXchange on the production!

The DMCA

In case you haven't seen/heard it, here's the single off the ex-Dust Brothers' new album. Most all other blogs seem to be posting a radio rip off of Pete Tong's BBC program, but i've gone one step...to the east, and found a different rip of better quality -- in fact its play-outtable(?!) minus the last 10 seconds. Also up is an older track of theirs that you should add to your library if you don't have it already. Upon first listen, their new single reminded me of Juan Maclean's extended live version of Happy House (search the blog for that version somewhere here already uploaded; clocks in at over 21 minutes) mixed with Implog's Holland Tunnel Dive (I wish I hadn't traded that record away), both because of the sounds/format of the song, but also because if you're going to play this out - you've really got to commit to the whole 11 minutes of this thing.

Side note about Mr. Tong: In the Philippines he gave me one of his T-shirts which was designed by Christian Audigier. I completely forgot it in the green room that night, and regret not having it now. Is that important? No. But neither is keeping up w/ KFC's menu, but damn would I try the Double Down, and could use a nice shirt to wipe my fingers off after eating that damn delicious devil!

You know you want it!

So because of the DMCA complaint a couple days ago, gon go ahead and rename these in hopes of missing whatever bot picked up on us. Strangely, it makes me feel as if this blog is somewhat official.

K.emikAl Bros. - E.scape V.ELO.city


K.emikAl Bros. - Battle Weapon 8

*Also, for your own ease of use, I've gone ahead and added the 'tunes' tag to most of my posts that have a track on it just in case you only come here for music rather than witty banter, occasional honesty and rare gentle chuckles.

that guy

i remember in 1996 when i bought my first few records and wrote a letter to this guy.

He actually wrote back and sent along with his letter (which was pretty interesting), a mix tape (when people used tapes). This was around the time when he and (i think) Bass junkie started breakin' records. I became obssesed with the labels releases and could not help but buying the first 10 releases. This was at $10 a pop for an import, 10$ for 3 songs sheesh maybe 4 if you're lucky.
what a time.

dmx krew- good ol daze @320 rippy rip

Its Whats For Dinner

*Stomach growling* > "...eeek!*

INXS - Taste It (Acapella)

Round the Outside

Malcolm McLaren

January 22, 1946 – April 8, 2010

World's Famous Supreme Team - Hey DJ (Extended Instrumental)

Can we get a kickball game goin on?

I know you're down.

no its like this really

Times like this you need to unwind and relax, and not spend $10 on a sandwich.

Instead invest on some local greens and listen to this.




funkadelic- atmosphere

Shapely

See more from Philip Jackson's portfolio site. The only thing that would make the photos of these works better, might be some willow trees in the winter. They give me a vibe of if Tim Burton had directed Amadeus. Just sayin . . . "You know you gotta pay taxes if you win the lottery."

Spotted via TDCD


Gui Boratto - Take My Breath Away (Original Mix)

Notchyo Cheeze

Depending on how much we get along, you get between one and two strikes when recommending a movie to me. I watch a lot of movies, so I am usually always interested in hearing about a good movie someone has recently seen. But, when you tell me to go see something, and it turns out shit, you've just been dropped off at the bottom of the Grand Canyon of credibility.

See the thing is, almost every night for the past year I will watch a movie before I go to bed. Now whatever movie it is that I am watching is this very important period will affect my sleep and overall world view the next morning. So, much like the 10 star scale, I've devised my own qualifications for a good/bad movie. Now, this scale changes completely when I actually go out to the movies; because, lets face it, if I'm spending ~$28+(can't forget about the nachos) to go see a movie with somebody, you're looking at lose/lose/homerun. The scale also changes when it's a recommendation from somebody that I'd like to give the benefit of the doubt -- usually first-time recommenders.

Great movie = Stayed up the entire film, and had to start another movie afterwards to get to sleep. Will wake up tomorrow thinking about it.

Good movie = Watched and enjoyed most of the movie, but fell asleep somewhere. Will watch the rest of it in the morning, or next bedtime.

Ok movie = Watched it inattentively while I was surfing the intertubes til I fell asleep. Won't bother watching it later to see what happens with that K9 cop.

Bad movie = Watched it til I turned the volume down to an incoherent rabble, rolled over, and went to bed.

Horrible movie = So bad, that rolling over to go to sleep won't help. I can't go to sleep while this piece of crap is still on. Have to stop it, and put something else on.

That could be you.

Now if you make a bad recommendation, and find yourself in the pit of despair, maybe sometime later you happen to bring up a movie we share favor towards. Well, when that happens, depending on the egregiousness of your last recommendation, I may offer you an air rescue out of the gorge of credibility whoredom, and grant you temporary clemency. If your later suggestion disappoints again, we can still be friends, but lets just not have you speak about movies ever again. K'thx.

Below are three movie recommendations by two friends of mine. But before you read that, just know that this new Repo Men movie with Jude Law, you can pass it. I'd suggest watching Repo Man and a dozen other films before that one. Just to insure you won't need to see it, he receives a blow to his head and is put on a life-support paradise contraption, but you find that out after you realize the last two hours were still a waste of your time. Its a juice-o-matic version of a dystopian world that fans of Vanilla Sky (the one w/ the Scientologist) would be familiar with and might even enjoy.

Recommendation: Shutter Island

Recommender: Jimmy from The Room

"Shhh, don't bring this movie up in public."

Now, I did watch the whole thing as I consider Jimmy a pretty bright guy, and figured his discerning taste in most things, would likely apply to film as well. Eh, no. Not a horrible film, no. But bad enough that the next recommendation will have a sour welcome.

Recommendation: The Happening & Jarhead

Recommender: Induce

They look as bored as I was. Sorry guys, I could leave the theater, this shit is your life's work.

You notice I've listed two movies. If you've seen one or the other, you'll understand why I now no longer take any recommendations, or for that matter any criticism/commentary, on films from Induce anymore. Garbage. I even saw these in the theater. The Happening I had to walk out of. I don't think nailing my feet to the floor could have kept me 5 minutes longer. "Oooh, the trees are blowing in the wind . . . *wind noises*."

Jarhead I sat through, as Induce had fervently presented his case to me that this was a masterpiece of filmmaking and cinematography; "The Full Metal Jacket of our generation. It's dope, you gotta see it!"

Hmm, maybe I did miss the angle they were going for: 'Steamy Shirtless Santa With A Gun' fans.

--Conversation after seeing it:

C: "Dude, really? I was not into the movie."

I: "Nah yo, that shit was ill. It totally captured how war is. You probably just wanted some shoot 'me up Rambo shit. Aw man, you just don't get it."

C: "No, I think I get it. Something along the lines of war being long arduous times of boredom set against brief moments of sheer terror/action. Except this movie just makes it about the boredom, with two guys walking around bored as shit, and I'm sitting there having spent $12 watching em."

I: "But that's the point!"

C: "Yeah, well writing with a pencil with as dull a point as that, all I would get is a smear of crap and shit on my hands. Next!"

And for those that might be put off by the naysaying movie reviews, the last movie I strongly recommended was The Hurt Locker. Get on my level.

That said, please feel free to recommend some good movies. Last one I watched was Slammin Salmon; done by the Broken Lizard guys (the ones responsible for Supertroopers and Beerfest -- that should give you some indication of what to expect.) Not worth your $, but worth a d/l.

EDIT: Knock Slammin Salmon down your list and go see How to Train Your Dragon. I'll go ahead and give that an 8.5 out of 10. Of course you've got to see it in 3D. Realize that it is a 'family' movie, but its got jokes (breastplate) and feels like you've been on a roller coaster.

Chill Rob G - Let the Words Flow



Jadakiss ft Swizz Beatz - Who's Real (Contra Intro/Outro Edit)

Ritalin Nation

via Laughing Squid

2 words

TAME IMPALA

So i've been getting back into live music lately. i dunno just seems like it has more LIFE in it than the digital sounds of most "groups" out there.

iron butterfly X the swampy sounds of new orleans X bayou billy X swamp thing
half full glass of wine
AWESOME VIDEO
scheck it out

http://www.tameimpala.com/

I'm sure you can find some mp3s of theirs lying around somewhere, but you gotta dig and put in work son. I cant do it all for you A.D.D generation.

Thanks to contra for muscling me into posting again, been kind of busy not being busy (my blog, work etc).

Chunes

Grrrr.

1 of the 4 girls from out of town that I looked forward to linking up with during WMC that I failed do to so with is the homegirl Jess Jubilee. Last year's WMC was mostly memorable for the rampage that she, Darko and I (plus other unmentionables [<-for sake of careers and bright futures]) brought upon The Standard Hotel after-hours.

Anyways, thanks to Woody and his blog that he still consistently updates on the solo, I'm now hip to the fact that she posted up her current Top 10 tracks up on Beatport.

Of the tracks she listed, I'm 90% unfamiliar; I think I've heard 'maybe' one of them before, but that might've been a remix. But that's what friends/charts are for, no?!? Now Jess, use them internets and lets get some transfers going.

Dedicated to thee:

Dandy Warhols - We Used To Be Friends (Chris Holmes Edit)

Q: Haven't You Heard?

A: No, I haven't yet, but since I killed him in my dream last night, I only figure its right to post up his mix.

Get it here.

My Id Is On Some Shit

I just woke up from a really disturbing dream. As I'm into reading/hearing other peoples dreams, will share this one while it's still fresh.

Basically a friend of mine (Mike Deuce, for anyone who knows him) asked me to kill him, and gives me a single-barrel shotgun. Somehow he convinces me to do it. Thing is, we're at a BBQ at his parent's house with probably 50-70 other ppl there(friends/family).


Somehow it's all good among them that he wants to die, and no one cares that we're now walking over to the fence to go through with the plan. One guy sitting at a picnic table from the side even exclaims that he's "excited to be a part of it".


Once we're at the wooden fence, my friend aggressively reaffirms to me that he's ready, and I begrudgingly, yet calmly, shoot him in the back of his head. Over my shoulder I hear the same sideline guy yell "Church!" as he starts clapping while enjoying his cigar. Some people are looking, but not staring, and no one is too involved.


I then calmly walk to the other side of the BBQ party still holding the shotgun and have to tell his Mom what I just did. She starts to cry because she had no idea that he wanted to go -- not really mad at me, but more at him for not telling her. Then my dad is also there, and he scolds me for shooting my friend - not angry for why i did it, just that i did it.

Explanations? Anyone? Bueller?
This has got to have something to do w/ the shooting last night.


The Id is a crazy thing.


Black Meteoric Star - Dreamcatcher

Little Haiti Is Too Real

Can you see my car?

Late last night shit popped off two doors down from me as I was trying to get productive in my studio. *sigh*...

Jumped to switch lights off, heard a car screech, and another volley. At first I thought it was a drive-by, but now news reports differently - which changes what i "didn't" see... nuff said.

A patrol car showed up super quick, probably less than 1-2 minutes after the shooting. Must've been right around the way and heard the 15-20 shots. By the time Fire Rescue showed up, the mortally wounded cat had succumbed.

Read the news report at the Miami Herald. [If the comment remains up there, 'Tourist' must live in the area, cuz the car seat is always parked there.]

You think this may affect the amount of guests I get next WMC?
What about getting my rent knocked down?



Scarface - I Seen A Man Die