why not try acid

Grizzly Bear "Gun-Shy"

Shields (2012)

Bonobo "Cirrus"

The North Borders (2013)

Tame Impala "Elephant"

Lonerism (2012)

some PMA reminders

Bad Brains - "Attitude"

(Album) 1982

Sir Victor Uwaifo - "Egbe Natete"

Guitar Boy Superstar 1976

Caribou - "Odessa"

Swim 2010

três tropicalia gems

Os Brazoes - Espiral

(1969)

Os Mutantes - A Minha Menina

(1968)

Araconga - Sambeamos

(1975)

trois rainy day jazz fusion jams

The Weather Report - "Mysterious Traveller"

Mysterious Traveller (1974)

This was their fifth studio album. My uncle Jim introduced me to this album in 2010 and this is the third winter's weather I've enjoyed it to.

McCoy Tyner - "Salvadore de Samba"

Fly with the Wind (1976)

I bought this record off of my friend Eric Cornejo back in 2010. I can't help but break this one out when it rains too. Put this on and watch the trees groove.

Ginger Baker's Airforce - "Da Da Man"

(1970)

My girlfriend got me this 4-record set for my 27th birthday. Which was also 2010. There are so many great players on this live set Steve Winwood, Chris wood, Graham Bond, and a bunch of others.

Magic 3

Some tunes to groove out your wednesday to

 

 

Goat
"Det Som Aldrig Förändras/Diarabi"
(2012)

 

Sun Araw

"Heavy Deeds"

(2010)



 

Pontiak

"White Mice"

(2008)

 

A list? Let's.

There is a shotgun blast of problems facing our generation. Focus on one and fifty others fly past. I wanted to start a running list of universally accepted problems, and possible solutions. Maybe some patterns will surface. This running list is going to be pretty naive sounding at first, I am hoping to get to the core.


Politicians. We should be able to fire them at any time in their term. There should be harsher penalties for being shitty. It should be a goddamn part time job. We don't need them on the clock all year long, if at all.

Our Food. Its nearly impossible to tell how safe anything is is to eat anymore. On a large part its not produced locally, moving it around wastes energy and money. With various agencies getting paid off on the reg, I question its quality and safeness. For example Monsanto's new cucumbers causing genital baldness.


Thats all I've got for now, I'm already too pissed off to continue.

3 at 3

Early morning youtube surfing. Some good jams I forgot to think about.

I dont know how everyone didn't get electrocuted on that last one.

New isn't better

I've heard it said lots of times, even thought it myself: "new music sucks." This sentiment is both true and untrue. There are plenty of contemporary artists and bands that I love. The new music that I love is far from reaching any charts except for maybe a Burger Records comp. Really great music, music still emulated to this day used to also top the charts.

Popular music created in my life time just falls short of music created between 1950 and 1970. That could even be extended from 1945 to 1975. The edges of this novelty spike aren't definite, but it seems even bands that had incredible success during those times can't write great new music either.

The Rolling Stones 1969

 

 

VS

 

The Rolling Stones 2005



 

 

 Paul McCartney 1973

 

VS

 

Paul McCartney 2007

 

They got old, perfectly accepted argument. Here's another approach. In 1965 the top 100 billboard chart was:

01. Wooly Bully » Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs
02. I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch) » Four Tops
03. (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction » Rolling Stones
04. You Were On My Mind » We Five
05. You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' » Righteous Brothers
06. Downtown » Petula Clark
07. Help! » Beatles
08. Can't You Hear My Heartbeat » Herman's Hermits
09. Crying In The Chapel » Elvis Presley
10. My Girl » Temptations

Right now on the billboard hot 100 Bruno Mars tops the charts with Locked out of heaven.

Bruno Mars 2013

VS

 

Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs 1965

 

When it say sucks, I don't mean sucks, there is so much talent pouring out of all of these. I just can't help but feel like something is missing. Something that used to be there.

The Dome

We were all raised in whatever ways, to trust the knowledge of the dying and the dead. I found myself thinking this, repeating it in my head. I understand our suffering, I know the answers, but they fade when I try to speak them, and dissolve back into thought. I turn around and see myself, then I turn around and see myself.

 

Staring at my surroundings, they feel as familiar as a dream I have dreamed before, yet somehow fresh. I am experiencing reality, I am receiving new sensory information. And yet.

The ice that has formed in my mustache is melting. Quickly, the freed water molecules rush in, filling the cracks the sun had burned into my lips. I remember the corpse of a boat, and the rubber siding of a raft, and a helicopter above me.

 

I feel the process beginning, I've had it since I was young. Time winds down and my heart beats like a war drum, and then I have no heart, no breath, no connection to anything, yet I am everything. But then nothing happens, I haven't stopped breathing, my heart is still ticking. I am fear and panic. I remember thrashing in the water in the same way, trying so hard to get out that I had ruined the muscles in my legs for days.

I remember rising into the air, high above the ocean. From there I could see it. The Great Gyre had touched down. Within it stood two lesser gyres, the first upright and the second overlayed the first on its head. At their heart was made a swirling diamond. The clouds broke around it and we rose ever higher. Its sight too awesome, I closed my eyes and my head touched the cold metal floor. The walls burst to life, covered in great electrical vascular systems that flowed from me. I took communion with the beings that met me there. I don't know how I did, maybe its just because I didn't try to run away. I couldn't run away, but if I could, I wouldn't have. Deep down in my heart, I would leave everything to follow this path.

 

If I had been saved then I don't know what this room is now, or if it is even a room. The ocean no longer sits below me, and my deepest gut instinct tells me I have left the universe I know entirely. How does my body know that before I do? And how did we both end up in the same place? The shape of this room suggests it to be a partition of something larger. All the matter, including the air, is animated, like how science told me things looked close up: little bits of stuff spinning and crashing into itself and yet, it still created expressions I understood, like this partition.

 

I was so overwhelmed, I wanted to sleep, to close my eyes and sink into blissful oblivion. Closing my eyes did nothing, in fact, it intensified the characteristic of this sea of undulating chaotic matter. I kept thinking how impossible it was that matter behaving in this way could ever be something. Even in all this I manged to look down at my watch. The second hand ticking away. Though I had already suspected, "Goddamn it," I thought, "this isn't a dream."