If that's what you're interested in, consult my publicist.  Though just know that I'm djing pretty much every weekend now.  Come visit me at Tube either this weekend, or next weekend, and then at Holocene or Crown Room the weekend after that, and then Tube the weekend after that.  You get the picture. 

What we're actually here for is the most amazing thing I've seen/heard recently.  Thanks Jeff.



This painting is the result of a study undertaken by two Russian artists named Komar and Melamid with the assistance of a variety of market-research firms.  It contains all the elements that American's most wanted to see in a painting including, an autumnal landscape with wild animals, a family enjoying the outdoors, the color blue, and George Washington.   They made the most desired painting for a bunch of different countries along with the least wanted painting for each of these countries as well.  It's amazing.  To see the results of this survey, click here.  To see more of the paintings generated by the survey, click here.

More importantly.  MOST IMPORTANTLY.  These motherfuckers started a 'band,' if we can call it that.  The are called "The Most Unwanted Orchestra."  In a complete reversal of what they did with the paintings, they generated this beast of a "song."

In their own words:

"The most unwanted music is over 25 minutes long, veers wildly between loud and quiet sections, between fast and slow tempos, and features timbres of extremely high and low pitch, with each dichotomy presented in abrupt transition. The most unwanted orchestra was determined to be large, and features the accordion and bagpipe (which tie at 13% as the most unwanted instrument), banjo, flute, tuba, harp, organ, synthesizer (the only instrument that appears in both the most wanted and most unwanted ensembles). An operatic soprano raps and sings atonal music, advertising jingles, political slogans, and "elevator" music, and a children's choir sings jingles and holiday songs. The most unwanted subjects for lyrics are cowboys and holidays, and the most unwanted listening circumstances are involuntary exposure to commercials and elevator music. Therefore, it can be shown that if there is no covariance—someone who dislikes bagpipes is as likely to hate elevator music as someone who despises the organ, for example—fewer than 200 individuals of the world's total population would enjoy this piece."

Rest assured that this song's lyrics will become the basis for innumerable song titles in the future.  So far we have "The Forgiveness and The Chocolate."  If you want to suffer through the worst/best parts of this click here to download the children's choir singing the holiday related jingles.  Learn about Ramadan.  Yom Kippur.  It's baffling.  And amazing.

By the way, here is Italy's least wanted painting, click on it to download the whole track:

A simple observation, one that so many of us are inclined to make with great frequency; music makes demands upon us. Many of us are in the habit of assuming that the world which surrounds us is nothing but a various sundry of mute objects that present themselves to us as inanimate entities at our disposal. Such an account of our experience of the world strikes me as unbelievably faulty. The things that we surround ourselves with makes demands upon us. Our memories, our emotions, our lives, inhabit the things that we surround ourselves with willingly or unwillingly. Think about those pieces of art, those certain songs that are scratched into your soul, those cards, those books, those scraps of paper, those receipts, those tables, those can openers, those boxes, those cups, those forks, those laundry baskets, those key chains. How often throughout your day are you taken over by these things? How often do these allegedly mute objects make claims upon you? How often do they insist that you attend to things that you had no intention of focusing upon?

I've been listening to Radiohead's OK Computer a lot lately. Whether or not I've been listening to this record because my mood has called for it or because my mood has been imposed upon me by this record is a moot point. This record has emotional resonance for me that only a few people who read this will understand. I was, like so many hardcore kids, completely averse to the idea of any rock music that wasn't obviously punk derived during the bulk of my teenage years. Accordingly, I was a late bloomer with Radiohead. I owe my love of Radiohead that I still have to this day to three people: Shawn Johnson, Will Calcutt, and John Skinner. All three of these amazing guys found their own ways to make me fall in love with OK Computer. Shawn did so throw the amazing power of his intellect, showing me the genius of the lyrics and the song structuring. Will did so, unbeknownst to him, by showing me that this record was designed for specific moods--moods that he and I were both in an awful lot in '99, it would seem. Skinner did so like he did with everything, by the sheer force of his insistence. I don't think it's coincidental that at least two of these three men have gone on to do amazing, awe-inspiring things with their lives (I have no idea what John is up to--I lost track of him like I have with so many worthy friends).

This record was at the acme of its meaningfulness to me during one of the formative periods of my adult life: my tour of Europe with my old hardcore band, Bloodpact (look us up, we were awesome). Sitting in a Eurovan with 9 other people everyday for over a month was an amazing experience. Taxing, annoying, exhausting, loss-of-privacy-insuring, but amazing. Nevertheless, I had to find a way to get back into my own head sometimes; I had to get away from the buzz of Chris doing his truck stop trick, away from Reign in Blood on in the Italian Alps at 4 AM on the way from Vienna to Rome in one straight shot (which is inadvisable in a vehicle that can't break 60), away from panic at assassinations in Bosnia, away from the singer from Accursed and his incessant 'don't feed the bears,' away from Zoli drop kicking the guy who stole Eric Z's backpack out of our van, away from semis that had tipped over dumping their fish on the Danish freeway, away from the panic induced by the police scanner next to my head in a squat in Copehagen that caused Chris and I to wander the streets for hours out of fear of a police raid, and often times just away from myself. All of the moments described are described precisely because they are unforgettable. And Radiohead became the soundtrack to these events. They also became the soundtrack to my 19 year old self often times just wanting to go home (what I wouldn't give to do this tour again now--you have no idea) and eat Panchero's, to see friends, to get back to digging ditches, digging in crates, and to see the girl I was falling in love with.



In ways that I care not to explain, my last few weeks have oddly replicated so many of these events. Panic, excitement, passion, fear, lack of requitance, and so far as it concerns most of you, the return of an inability to sleep. On the tour I couldn't sleep. You trying sleeping in a room with nine or ten or eleven or twelve other people and tell me how it goes. Putting Radiohead on was my way of passing out. The number of nights I went to sleep to this record on tour? 95% of them. Since then, this record sounds like sleep--just as much as Street Spirit (Fade Out) from The Bends sounds like passing through mountains on the border between Poland and the Czech Republic. The smell of the trees and gasoline, the first sightings of Trabbis, the gingerbread houses; these are the thing that Street Spirit DEMANDS that I see. Exit Music (For A Film) demands that my eyes shut. It demand that I don't hear the sounds of Andy and Annie whispering, that I don't hear John snoring, that I don't hear Mike smacking his lips, that I am able to shut my brain down. Lately I've been finding myself experiencing the same mixture of wanderlust and desire for roots, the same mixture of desire and trepidation, the same conflict of want and need, the same of ebb and flow of confidence and insecurity, the same need to be desired and recognized that I had so strongly as my 19 year old self. And Radiohead has shown back up. I'm now vastly more equipped to deal with it. At least I like to tell myself as much. I don't know that my behavior has evinced as much. Katie told me that I may as well have been climbing up the walls today. I didn't see it, but there is little that I can see of myself often times.

I'm trying hard to rediscover this record, to let it call back these beautiful and life-changing memories without returning me to many of the failings I had as a person at that time. In the time that has elapsed--it has been nearly nine fucking years--I have changed so much, yet so much of me has stayed the same. I need to find ways to let those parts of me that have surfaced in the form of tremors explode into earthquakes, eschewing those aspects of myself that I have known for years to hold me back. Yet to do so without giving up, leaving behind, aspects of myself of which I am proud simply because they're well aged.

Many of you who may read this are my heart. I won't name anymore names, enough have been listed. You all need only know that you are dear to me. And I demand that you demand more of me. Demand that I sleep last week so that we can walk today and run tomorrow. Demand that I don't make little of the plenitude that is present in my hands. I feel my luck will change, yet such a feeling is worth little unless it is capitalized upon. Let us hope that Radiohead can put my drunk ass to sleep tonight, so that tomorrow can be a new dawn, a new day.

OK...if you're having a bad day, or a good day, or a mediocre day. Or if you're about to make someone a taco bed, it really doesn't matter. You should be watching this video and then reading on. This has been the shit for this last few months. Thanks Howard.

..

The last few weeks. Oh, lord. Why hast thou been so dramatic? So what have I learned lately? While I can't put my finger on anything in particular, all that is clear to me that I've got an opportunity right now with this music shit that I can't pass up. Many of you already know I've been grinding away at remixes/edits/fixes whatever you want to call them. And many of you already know that I can handle my business on the decks. This mix is my way of reintroducing myself to you with new tracks in hand, with a functioning deck that permits me to get scratchtastic again for the first time in awhile, and with a rumblin' in my tumblin'.

Ronin Roc and I's rapping is almost as good as this mix.


ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF

Tracklist
1) Go Down - LL x Peaches x SMD
2) Runnin' With the Devil (acapella) - Van Halen
3) Jump (Customized by D*L*i*d) - Kriss Kross
4) Pump Up the Volume (Flosstradamus Remix) - The Cool Kids
5) Try Again (Lunice Remix) - Aaliyah
6) Smokin' That Gangsta (Doctor Adam Fix) - Dabrye x Bun B
7) Bounce - Black Milk
8) Flushing Androids (Doctor Adam Fix) - Outkast x P.O.S. x Kraddy
9) The Real (Megasoid Remix) - Eazy-E
10) Flamboyant in the Waiting Room (Doctor Adam Fix) - Big L x Fugazi x The Neptunes
11) Vegan SXE Shook Ones (Doctor Adam Fix) - Earth Crisis x Mobb Deep
12) Made You Bounce (Doctor Adam Fix) - Nax+Luda x Bassnectar
13) Jet Black Hood Nigga - LL x Gorilla Zoe x Lazer Sword
14) Do It With Lazers (Doctor Adam Fix) - EFP x Khia x Calvin Harris x Jack Beats x LL
15) Say Aha (Tepr Remix) - Santogold
16) We Share Our Mother's Health - The Knife
17) 5 Times as Tipsy (Doctor Adam Fix) - Luniz x OK x Cataracs x J-Kwon
18) Can't Wait For Your Money (Doctor Adam Fix) - ODB x Nu Shooz x LL
19) Get Fresh - Kid Sister
20) Mars (Player Player's 95 Jump Mix) - Fake Blood
21) Mad Again (Emynd's More On The Floor Remix) - South Rakkas Crew
22) Insane - The Bug ft. Warrior Queen
23) Veronica's Veil (Erol Alkan's Extended Rework) - Fan Death

ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF



FRIDAY YOU BEST BE AT TUBE. SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET DEEP

Shit has gone crazy. Everything has gone bananas. Today was one of those days wherein I got it from all sides. It wasn't a bad day, per se. I spent some time worrying about friends, worrying about family, worrying about work...but at the end of it all I think everything hit an upswing. And fuck, I haven't posted a new mix in a minute. So while reeling from one of the crazier days (in the midst of one of the crazier months (in the midst of what has easily been the craziest year)) of my life I decided to record a mix that would sandwich a bunch of other songs between two tracks I'm absolutely obsessed (those being the Cabin Bwoy Remix of Ultimate Satisfaction by Ludacris and Prize Fighter by Mictlan & Lazerbeak). This is the 50:28 culmination of my head getting SPUN. I hope you enjoy it.



I'm calling it Bridge City and the Dramatics

Tracklist
1)Ultimate Satisfaction (Refixed by Cabin Bwoy for Patchwork Pirates) - Ludacris
2) Rollin' (DJ Ayres Remix) - PRGz
3) Drop (Feat. Polow Da Don) - Rich Boy
4) Gettysburg Gravel (Doctor Adam Mush) - Ratatat x Wu-Tang Clan
5) fahrenheit fair enough - telefon tel aviv
6) The Prayer - Kid Cudi
7) Eastern Jam - Chase & Status
8) And It Rained All Night (Burial Remix) - Thom Yorke
9) We Need A Resolution (Lunice Remix) - Aaliyah
10) Hustlaz Ambition - Young Jeezy
11) Duffle Bag Boy (Ft. Lil' Wayne) - Playerz Circle
12) Lollipop (Nasty Ways Remix) - Lil' Wayne
13) Bama Gettin' Money (Diplo Remix) - PRGz
14) Made It Big - D.O.E. ft. Timbaland
15) Go DJ (Curtis Vodka's Analog Crunk Remix) - Lil' Wayne
16) Lookin' Boy (Remix Ft. Yung Joc & R. Kelly) - Hot Stylz
17) She's Having A Baby - The Knife
18) Prizefight - Mictlan & Lazerbeak
19) ttv - telefon tel aviv

Bobbito's at the Fix tomorrow. You'd be foolish to miss it.

You'd also be foolish to miss HOOP$, Mr. Palmer Freaky-Outty, & myself at Holocene on Friday. Dress your ass up in your best pant suit or Christmas sweater and get ready to get grimey.

My jam for pretty much always:



I got the acapella to I Got 5 On It and I've been obsessively trying to turn it into something juicy and I think I finally figured it out. I needed the inspiration of 6am + Viso + Cigarettes + Organized Konfusion to put it all together, I guess.  I was on my way to the MAX station and it all clicked.  So I got on the train and started chopping shit up.

This homeboy, who had to be nearly 70, was watching me work in Ableton for the whole train ride. He kind of looked like this dude, who has been known to run over other old people in his ride:



He eventually tapped on me on the shoulder and asked me what I was doing. I explained that I was time stretching an acapella, he was curious, so I let him listen to what I was making.  I explained that it was rap music. He said he was down, so I gave him my headphones. He listened for about two minutes, making funny faces the whole time. He took the headphones off and said, 'I like the bassline, it reminds me of jazz. The drums are too loud and abrasive, though.' He paused and looked around as if checking his surroundings, 'Is this whole song about smoking marijuana? I'm not so sure how I feel about that.' It being so early, I was just vomiting words, 'uh, yeah, it's about contributing money to a pot for smoking weed with friends.' He screwed up his face in skepticism, rechecked his surroundings as if looking for Jakes. He got a little smirk on his face, cupped his hand over his mouth, 'when I used to smoke weed, I never shared it with ANYONE.' I started laughing really hard and he looked really confused, yet again. Real talk.



I've been working hard on making tracks lately, I've posted four of them (one of them is a straight up mash, the other three are edits) in my profile player.  If you're enjoying them, check out my otherwise SECRET MUSIC PAGE.

Befriend me if you wish, though I won't put anything on there that's not on this page.  And I kind of like the fact that I'm my only friend.  But if you want to add tracks, that's the place to do it. 

Also, be sure to come and join Hoops, Freaky-Outty, and myself at Holocene this Friday.  Free Holiday Office Party.  We're gonna be getting cutty on the copy machine (right, hype girl?).

R.I.P. MC Breed



Sometime in the summer of 1994 I was at the Dollar Store in the Copper Country Mall doing hoodrat stuff. I had a couple of dollars in my pocket and for some inexplicable reason they were stocking cassette singles at the time. At this time I was starting to get really into rap music and lo and behold they had the Bring It On by Organized Konfusion, which I had recently heard for the first time and was obsessed with instantaneously (I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo Geo 32-bit computer chip I slip between my slips and then I spit--btw, I'm still obsessed with this song.) Needless to say I was stoked. I had visions of skateboarding at Bonanza listening to this tape on my walkman, impressing my friends with my ability to rap Pharaohe Monch's verse. When I grabbed the tape, there was another single stuck to it with some mysterious gummy substance that one only finds in a Dollar Store. It was the single for Ain't No Future In Your Frontin' by MC Breed. I had seen the video for this track on Yo! MTV Raps the week before (even though it came out way back in '91), and while I wasn't nearly as obsessed with it as the new OK single I was buying, I figured, what the hell. It's a dollar, right? Plus it's stuck to the tape I want anyways.

I ended up taking both tapes home with me and doing exactly as planned, skating while listening to OK on repeat, over and over and over. At some point, I decided to take the tape out, I have no idea why. Being a dumb kid, I set the tape on the ground and it ended up getting smashed by someone on a bike (at least I've always assumed, fucker). I was traumatized, plus I had to walk back home to Dollar Bay (a crushing 3 miles that at the time seemed like it was in another country)--without Bring It On? What was I to do. Well, I had Breed. I put it on, the Funky Worm hit and I was feeling it. Plus the guy was from Michigan, and even though he wasn't rapping about Neo Geo's he was rapping about Cherokees (or maybe it's a Geo). It took longer for me to got hooked on this track, but I did. I listened ot it over and over again in the hour it took me to walk home and by the time I was there I become a huge fan of Breed's distinctive voice and sing-song style. And I still am. In fact, one of my first nights in Portland, before I ever really knew anyone here I was at the Fix and Kez dropped Ain't No Future. I freaked out. I was home.

MC Breed died yesterday of kidney failure at 36 years old. He was in the process of recording a new album prior to being hospitalized and put on life support in September. It sounds like he thought he was on the up and up. So, let's hold it down for Breed today. If you don't know his shit click on the image and enjoy.

Now, I trust things such as IQ tests much less than most people. And I imagine this chart is probably totally unreliable, if not even violently fabricated; moreover, I don't really think that intelligence can be quantified neatly by your ability to trade in advanced abstract reasoning while an egg timer is running next to you. Nor do I think the possession of abstract reasoning skills with or without an egg timer and a standardized test actually indicates that a person is intelligent; many of my smartest friends would probably bomb such a test for reasons that will fall outside of the purview of how intellect is traditionally tested.

That all being said, I think the following graph is A) absolutely astonishing and B) absolutely telling.



One of the most disturbing trends in the 2000 and 2004 elections was the constant emphasis on G Dubz' 'everyman' status--which is super bullshit, by the way, the guy is a hell of smarter than he comes off. The fact that Bush seems like a guy your average Randy the Nascar Dad would like to have a beer with became a reason to vote for him. This sense that one need not have any thoughts in their head in order to competently govern became not only a mantra, but a fucking rallying cry. Anyone who dared insinuate that high levels of intelligence were required to govern were deemed effete elitist intellectuals. The relationship between stupidity, religiosity, and voting trends ought to scream off the page at us. We as a nation need to think long and hard about what kind of intellectual habits we cultivate in ourselves and in our fellow citizens. We need to think about who are teachers are and what they're teaching. Those of us who want to live in a better world need to be contributing to making that happen in more people than just ourselves.

And to be quite honest, I found the whole argument from experience in this election to be a complement to this dumbing down of America. Just because Joe the Plumber has half-assedly fixed a lot of toilets doesn't mean the guy knows how to do it well. Let me digress into Aristotle here for a minute. In the Metaphysics, Aristotle distinguishes between what he calls experience and art (techne). Experience, for Aristotle, amounts to having done something, or seen something, enough times to be able to succesfully repeat a specific process. For example, I can change an alternator on a 1992 Chevy Lumina in about 3 minutes. Bing, Bang, PENIS IS MY BAD WORD--that shit is done in a hurry. But if you were to ask me to change an alternator on any other car, nevermind asking me HOW an alternator works or does its job, I'd likely have no idea. While I know what an alternator does (keeps the car battery charged) and I can change it on a Lumina (because a friend showed me many years ago), I have no capacity to explain how alternators work within an engine taken as a system. Someone with art (which for Aristotle is a kind of knowledge) not only knows how to change the alternator but has the ability to explain how and why it works. And the fact of the matter is, one can gain the capacity to offer a sufficient (if not extraordinarily thorough) account of the aitiai, the causes/explanations, of how an alternator works without having any actual direct experience of changing an alternator. The capacity to explain why and how something works is much more a kind of knowledge than merely having experience. Of course, you'd prefer your mechanic has both the capacity to successfuly swap out your alternator based upon the trust and faith that experience instills and the ability to explain WHY she undertakes the process in the manner that she does based upon her possession of a thorough understanding of the inner workings of an engine.

To understand, to stand back and gain a picture of the whole of a situation with knowledge of its causes, nuances, and ins, outs, and what have yous, requires a lot more than simply experience--and holy shit does it require a lot more than seeming like a guy you'd like to watch Bum Fights with while drinking 40s of King Cobra. It requires wonder, the experience of encountering a phenomenon, either foreign or domestic, and saying, "holy shit, how the hell does that work?" The most frightening aspect of the ignorance exhibited in the 2000, 2004, and yes, 2008 election cycles is that ignorance tends to breed fear born out of a sense of inferiority. Ignorance, in my mind, is most neatly described as the inability to wonder--the sense of absolutely certainty that the banal ways in which one does things and has done things for ever are right simply because we've been told that is how they work and how they ought to be. My home is filled with people who have the "you think you're better than us?" attitude, an attitude that got my smarmy ass kicked a lot in my youth--because to be quite frank, often times I DO think I'm better than you. I ask questions, I inquire, I recognize what I know and what I don't--and I have an obsessive desire to learn. Obama strikes me as a man with the same. And it is why Obama deserves to be a president. It is for this reason that I was happy to support Obama. He is smart as shit, and smart enough to know what he doesn't know. He recognizes where he has both knowledge and experience, and where he merely has one or the other. He will fill in the gaps in his cabinet intelligently to have a well-rounded combo of know-how, know-why, and know-that. Now, whether or not the people chooses will be to my liking is entirely up in the air, in fact it strikes me as highly unlikely. Nevertheless, I'm thrilled to see that Americans may have actually gone some distance past the superficial in this election and elected a man based upon the merits of intellect and character (I doubt many Obama supporters were this savvy, to be quite frank). One thing I am sure of about Obama is that he will make decisions based upon thorough evidence, careful scrutiny, and constant conversation and communication with those that surround him--and I feel that bodes well for the world. Though I actually would prefer if Obama was a socialist (I wish Fox was right), and I do wish that he leaned farther left on nearly all issues, I'll take it. And smile.

I'd like to think that our willingness as a country to elect a man such as Obama is evidence of a sea change in how our minds work: a change in which intellect is esteemed as the motive force for voting for a candidate and esteeming your fellow citizen rather than fear, panic, comfort, and sameness; a change in which openness to possibilities of thinking and proceeding differently will be greeted as experiences of freedom rather than incitements to terror; a change in which we can breathe in hope and spit out fire; and most of all a change in the wake of which I can travel the globe and have people greet me with enthusiasm as a member of a nation that was willing to look long and hard at itself and change.

There are two events this week at which you can luxuriate to the soothing sounds emanating from my various electronic audio devices.



YE OLDE SUPERKIDZ....strikes back. This Saturday evening, after you've recuperated from a Sammy Bananas-Filled Friday night at Hot Mess, come down to Branx and watch Matt & Kellan, lovely Miss Patricia Furpurse, and myself mix whale calls and the ambient whirring of the rain forest for four hours. It'll be like getting crunk in Sedona. Or Something. But seriously, let's pack this fucker, a BANG-A-RANG repeat.

Tuesday Evening: It is my first official night of my first official Portland residency. Every Tuesday of the month Matt & Kellan are throwing down at Crown Room (4th & Davis in NW), I'm the perma-guy joining them for the first Tuesday of the month. This week we'll also be joined by a true touch of class, H.R. Paperstacks. I imagine we'll be playing some of that rap music along with some of that electronic music. Come hang out, let's build this night up.

ALSO....I posted a new mix Friday, bulletined two hours ago, and I'm reposting it again. Why? Because it bangs. I imagine this will be a fairly good example of what the aforementioned getting crunk in Sedona might actually sound like. And I want you all to dress as Green Man and sing Day Man (or Night Man) while dancing to this.



CAN I HAZ BANGERZ?

TRACKZ
1) BanGer - AC Slater
2) Hardcore Girls (Ft. Rye Rye) - The Count & Sinden
3) Booming Right At You - Junkie XL
4) Cross The Trax - Will Bailey & Mikey Hook
5) Big Money Comin' - Crookers
6) Ezekiel Eats Red Hoodie - The Bloody Beetroots
7) Song 2 - Trash Yourself & Toxic Avenger
8) Let's Go To Work (Mustard Pimp Remix) - Bryan Cox
9) Body Baby (Count & Sinden Remix) - Pharaohe Monch
10) Bill Cosby Sweater (Hostage Remix) - OH SNAP!!
11) Roll On By - Destroy Disco
12) Summertime (Crookers Remix) - Wiley
13) Stuck On Repeat (Fake Blood Remix) - Little Boots
14) I'm A Beast - Black Holes
15) Zombie - Designer Drugs
16) Hear Me (Drums of Death Remix) - Drop The Lime
17) Jack Got Jacked (Jack Beats Remix) - AC Slater
18) Kids (Soulwax Remix) - MGMT

Face Visualizer project turns us all into meat puppets

Engadget Japan had the chance to sit down with sound artist, Daito Manabe, front man to the Face Visualizer designed by Masaki Teruoka and built by Katsuhiko Harada. No, the music is not controlled by facial contortions. Rather, Daito-san's face is twisted to the music via electrical-pulse stimulation -- 10 channels in total, 8 to control his facial expressions, 2 to keep the music and face in sync. Take away quote from our Q&A:

Q: Does it hurt?
A: Yes. Depends on the part, but it's like the stinging of needles. But the worst part is not the pain, some patterns deter my vision, sometimes I cannot breath. The pulse makes me see nonexistent white light, and green stripes.

Hot. Video and controlling machinery found after the break.



I think I might start hooking all people who come to parties I DJ up to one of these devices.

It's been over a week since I posted a new mix, which might be for the best as people have seemed to quit downloading the mixes I've been posting. Flooding the market, perhaps?

And while this mix has next to nothing for you to breakdance to on it (though that is my next project) these guys just look so fucking happy...you can find my newest mix below. This mix was entirely unplanned as always, but for some reason or another the majority of the tracks are either from groups from Minneapolis or Detroit--with some L.A. and New York thrown in for good measure:



Rap Music For the Fall

Tracklist:

1. Rebel Yellow – Cecil Otter
2. The Rooster – Atmosphere
3. L.A. Raiders Hat – Mike Mictlan & Lazerbeak
4. Farward – Micranots
5. Blind – Company Flow
6. Come Clean – Jeru the Damaja
7. Funk Mode – Large Professor (Ft. Tragedy Khadafi & Havoc)
8. Apollo Kids – Ghostface Killah
9. Run – Guilty Simpson (Ft. Sean Price & Black Milk)
10. It Takes A Nation – Ice Cube
11. The Narrow Path – Blu & Exile
12. Hellfire – Cunninlynguists
13. Motown 25 – Elzhi (Ft. Royce Da 5'9)
14. Recognize – Invincible (Ft. Finale)
15. The Kill In Me – P.O.S.
16. Kid Gloves – Doomtree
17. Bum (Remix) – Danté & Deck (Ft. Dirk Verbals)
18. Circulate – Young Jeezy
19. Heart Failure – B. Dolan (Ft. Sage Francis)
20. Locusts – Invincible (Ft. Finale)

ALSO....

Solomon, DJ and I are playing Bang-a-rang at Tube tonight. Come down and visit, it is sure to be epic.

ALSO...

Per my previous mention of the fact that people have been ignoring my mixes, I posted what I consider to be a pretty dope dubstep mix a few weeks ago that a crushing two people have downloaded. This is a great fall mix as well. Good for crushing leaves on a walk.

Dubstep on One Foot

Tracklist:

1) Enough (Bombaman's Talking Shit Remix) – Alias
2) Juju Riddim – JME
3) Hot (Rob Wonder Remix) – Big Gipp
4) Rhubarb & Disgusted – Nay Nay & Wittyboy
5) 2 N A Q – Rusko
6) Some Way Through This (Plastician & Skream Remix) – The Black Ghosts
7) Lil Haiti (Nappy vs. Burial Extended Mix) – Smitty
8) Morvern – 2562
9) Please – Ikonika
10) Requiem – Dubbwune
11) Crunked Up – Benga
12) Skeng – The Bug (Ft. Killa P & Flowdan)
13) Oskilatah – Skream
14) Fuckingham Palace (Bombaman's Really Really Super Long Remix Title Edit) – Alter Ego
15) Pro Nails (Rusko Remix) – Kid Sister
16) Go Tell Them – Benga
17) Midnight Request Line - Skream
18) Warning – The Bug (Ft. Flowdan)
19) Fatthing (Dubstep Remix) – Schlachthofbronx
20) Motherfucker I'M ILL