Found this cool illustration & animation(below) at NeuBlack.
"Brazilian director Marcelo Garcia directed this fantastic promo piece for Max Haus,
a modular loft producer. The result is a freeform piece exploring habitat,
diversity, living, and taste. Production credit goes to Molho, a studio
based in Sao Paulo. The piece was made over a month and a half using
several types of animation techniques and styles executed
by Molho’s 2d and 3d teams."
Yeah, blah, whatever . . . doesn't even matter what its for. Just watch it muted - and play Spank Rock's "Primetime" instead. Kinda like that Wizard of Oz vs. Pink Floyd thingthang.
* Well, it pretty much works with most anything u want to play on top of it. So you know, have fun w/ that.
Also, they wrote up on this site -- Cymbolism.com You know how they say that colors trigger/inspire certain moods/desires/thoughts within the human body? Well, how about what words invoke colors? If I say "Confusion" . . . what color would you associate to that word? Go ahead and check out the site --- pretty interesting to see which colors most people relate to each word.
Also, if you're nice, you should try asking for his Dave Gahan remix. Super-tempted to post it, but promised not too. Really came out well. Then again, its been over six(?)-months+ . . .
So, here's my token WMC 2008 post, 2 months too late. Taken from my Blackberry BBM. The conversation starts right after Malibu had called me in a drunken/drugged frenzy spitting hot fire about how close to 10 people, including Switch, Mapei, Spank Rock and about 38 other hangers-ons, who want to come to my house at about 6am and record a track, which in reality, i knew would never get done. I also failed to notice what or who "The Truth" was and that it was in the form of one curly haired singer/rapper from Sweden named Mapei. I guess I just wasn't ready for that level of Hip-Hopiness coming from Malibu X ("This girl is THE TRUTH" and "This is SO Real" being two of my favorites) and it scarred me. Big up to all mentioned, it was a valiant effort and i still love you all.
The BBM conversation starts right as Xavier (or was it Contra) tells me he's gonna put Switch on the phone and I proceed to hang up on the guy (well, actually right before he could even get on the phone).
XBURT: Yo... That was Switch talking to you on Contra's phone. Not trying to wake u but they want to hit the studio. Switch & Mapai. XBURT: A couple friends. They want to lay this shit down. Induce: I didn't talk to anybody but contra Induce: We have 4 people sleeping XBURT: Its all up to you Induce: Studio can be used tomorrow during the day XBURT: Basically switch is here and he and mapai want to lay some shit down XBURT: werd.... XBURT: Saturday XBURT: @ our BBQ XBURT: This girl is the truth Induce: Sometime other than 6am XBURT: ?? XBURT: Werd XBURT: No worries XBURT: Damn mang XBURT: 10 of us Induce: Not XBURT: Switch is honest to god looking for a studio XBURT: Spank XBURT: $m XBURT: Mapai XBURT: Ok XBURT: But she's speaking some real shit right now XBURT: And switch is mezmerized Induce: Its really hard to fall asleep when you keep texting me XBURT: Man XBURT: Ahhh soorryy XBURT: Fuck XBURT: This is so real XBURT: Just seems right XBURT: Anyway I'm done XBURT: Sorry XBURT: Contra is going to call you last time for the night
Contra not only called me for the last time after that, but he proceeded to call me about 12 more times, which did nothing but piss me off even more, not only because I had been half asleep and woken up by this shit in the first place, but more because my finger was getting tired of pressing ignore on my phone.
*Future reference - If you want something like this to happen, make sure i'm with you when you are making these plans (at which time, i still might even shoot em down), or call me at say, 3pm. or pay me.
PS :: Quote for the road : "She's speaking some real shit right now"
RPS, or "Rock, Paper, Scissors" for the squares, is the oldest game in history(*starting from when scissors were invented).
I wouldn't refer to myself as the 'best' at RPS, but i'd consider myself above-you.
So, late on Wednesday night (read: Thursday ~10am), I've ended up at the Mad Decent apartment, sitting around a table w/ Sandwich Boy Naeem, Unemployed Lloyd, and 'Nother Drink Switch. Naturally, as is the case when dealing with such ardent enthusiasts of filling up time, RPS comes up in conversation.
Switch has never played before, so he's instantly cast-out of the competition. Naeem was into the 3-way tournament, but pretty much got scared away when me & Lloyd started clearing off the table and spacing out the chairs 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' style.
In an amateur attempt at scaring off his last challenger, me, Lloyd brings out the cash.
*Tsk, tsk*
Little did he know who he was messing with.
The bet had started off at a respectable $5, but I 'only' had a $10; so naturally, we got locked into a best-of-3 $20 winner-take-all-loser-gets-blogged-about match.
The crowd gathers around the table and the intensity begins.
If you haven't played RPS for money in a while . . . . it'll get you on that 'next' level.
First comes the trash-talk. You try to psych-out the opponent, while psyching yourself up. Lloyd is pulling the "Oh, I got you son!" chatter.
Next, when you are both ready to get down to business, you enter the Staredown.
Here, you try to get a little read on your opponent. Is he the type of guy that'll throw Rock first? (*Note: 90% of newbies throw Rock first.)
But wait, he's putting up money, so he's probably going to go for the Scissors; knowing that I would throw Paper to beat a newbie's Rock. But then I would have to counteract with Rock; but maybe he already figured that in. Et cetera.
First Round: I beat him w/ Paper.
* What a sucker, is he that weak that he pulled the Rock out on the first-round?!
Intensity grows, and now Lloyd wants to raise the bet.
Well, I don't have any more money . . but Switch does!! He covers my $10 increase, and now we're at $40 --- plus, I've got a crucial 1-0 advantage.
10 minutes after more trash-talking and pacing around the room, I ruthlessly put Lloyd out of his misery with another Paper. A clean 2-0!! You can just feel the disgrace haunting his dreams:
We strike up a match over lunch @ The Delano. This guy plays with some weird Canadian rules, where instead of 1-2-3-Shoot!, its just 1-2-Shoot! That nonsense fucked w/ my head and I lost 6-5 in an 11-round rapid-fire match.
Here's vid of Mr. No-Shame beating up on his girlfriend.
Solid Groove - Pat Pong (Remix)
No idea where I got this from, but here you go: Master Kev & Scott Wozniak - String Thing (KW Griff Remix)
Its weirdly difficult to stay home at night in Miami. Even on weekdays. Tonight I 'almost' stayed in -- meaning I didn't leave my house until bout 2:30am. I couldn't imagine how it would be living in a city where things close up at that time.
Anyways, at some point before I went out to go see my friends band, The JeanMarie at Churchill's I made a little edit-turned-blend thing. Horribly enough, it was triggered by an Axe deodorant commercial I had seen recently. Some music nerd/genius they hired plugged The Seeds' "Can't Seem To Make You Mine" as the soundscape to a prototypical 'sex sells' ad.
It's a great fucking song, so if you haven't heard the song on its own --- familiarize urself w/ this black/white footage of the band in action playing this first single.
Those familiar w/ my friends 'Sandwich Boy Naeem' or 'All Hail Me Wes' will recognize the tracks first 8 bars(and then some) as the sample fodder for Spank Rock's "Put That Pussy On Me" remix Diplo did a while back. I was never the biggest fan of the remix (always thought the OG by XXXchange killed), but for the sake of an accomplished project, here's the tune I put together.
*Note to DJs, this is a transition track. Starts @ 120bpm, then after the space break speeds to an eventual 130ish. The bonus is that its properly tagged/cued/looped for Serato.
