Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Billions & Billions - The Dance

Giving you the business end

What's it like to never fail? Where is the joy in always succeeding? Think about the first time you did anything like ride a bike or try and ski. You failed. You failed horribly. The skies went out from underneath you and you fell over. Or your Dad let go of the back of your seat and you rode off in an elliptical like curve only to hit the curb and fall over.

It was rough. You probably cried or you thought to yourself, "why the fuck would anyone want to sit on the side of this hill all day in the fucking cold." But you got up. You kept trying. You failed some more but every time you failed you failed a little better. One day you went out there and you rode all the way down the street without falling over. You succeed. You learned the joy of succeeding because you had eaten fucking dirt.

What if you were Mike Simonetti and you seemingly never failed? What keeps you going? Is it just a job at that point that you do like any other one. Is it still sweet or just bland? Without the famine where is the joy in the permanent feast? I imagine it becomes a cross, an albatross you're forced to carry with you everywhere you go.

I don't think Mr. Simonetti is sitting up at not worrying about this. His existential spirit is probably kept at bay by the hoards off beautiful women I imagine he pleases every night. But, dear reader, say a pray tonight for our hero, a man whose hands know only the cold touch of gold and the troubled mind of unlimited success.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Inner Life - Ain't No Mountain (Leftside Wobble Late Night Dub)

9 minutes of weird, late night disco/dub edit goodness.

Right in the wheelhouse.
Ummm, like a jab to the breadbasket.
Hits ya right in the solar plexus.
Gets ya right where it counts.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The SOS Band - Just the Way You Like It

Stole this .gif from me in my place.  Couldn't help myself.  Then again I usually can't help myself when I'm on that site.

The downtown dive Main Bar has recently been brought to my attention.  A beautiful building, the only one on a downtown Columbus block, Main Bar stands as a nonjudgemental  beacon in the middle of a city gone mad.  What I mean to say is all people are welcome there.  Young, old, black, white, straight, gay, rich, poor.  Does not matter, all are welcomed with open arms.  Equal parts of the bar paying attention to the Browns preseason game as the Reds game.  Madness, or the perhaps the opposite.  The dude on the jukebox was playing filthy funk and R&B on the jukebox.  Mean shit, too.  The kind that really makes you wish you were driving around listening to the radio in 1982.

This is one from a group called The SOS Band.  Atlanta crew from the late 70s/early 80s, they were putting down some pretty provocative/slutty shit for their day.  This song is basically about a girl permitting her man to have as many girls as he wants, as long as she's his #1.  In a way it's almost feminist.

Upon further research on The SOS Band they had another hit that I vaguely remember hearing being sampled in some 90s rap jams called 'Take You Time'.  This video is a painfully dope performance on Soul Train.  All of the band members look like Andre 3000 with some kind of nautical/Sgt Pepper vibe.  God everyone is on so much cocaine.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Donnie & Joe Emerson - Baby (Dreamin' Wild)

You're so baby

The astute reader may note that this song is becoming a 'thing'. The gentleman & gentlewoman reader may also note that this track is becoming a 'thing' due to the fact that Ariel Pink covers it with Dam-Funk on his newest album. I would also like to bring to the attention of the above than average in intelligence reader that this track is amazing and a national treasure. A god-damn national treasure.

Make note dear reader, when I finally shuffle off this mortal coil I want this track played at my funeral. I want your speeches about the time we sat up until four in the morning listening to music, drinking too much and solving all the world's problems. I want yarns spun about my feats of strength and intelligence. I want bold face lies told. But most of all, I want this played when you carry me out to my final resting place.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Dan Bodan - DP

The sleep of a thousand starless nights.

HOT! Hot stuff here. Hot crooning action. Not for the prudish or ones with delicate sensibilities. Something about amazing quality. A witty remark about the sexual nature of the song. A smirking, somewhat condecending thought about how this reminds me of some band/artist you have never heard of. Make weird comparison to possibly a delicious meal.


Tired can't even begin to explain the condition I was in today. It was all encompassing. My muscles were tired. My joints were tired. My bones were tired. My soul was tired. At one point, I had a real thought that was if I was to die right now, it wouldn't be the worse thing. I would get some much needed rest.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sandrow M - The Three Trees

A dashing mutineer.

Sandrow M, a well known captain of industry. A man who once said, "take care to sell your horse before it dies. The art of life is passing losses on." How do you think he ended up in the tuxedo, he wasn't born with it on. A gentleman and a scholar, Sandrow has been known to demand the most from his colleagues and partners in business but they all know, never, ever, enter into a trade with him that involves a horse. You will only end up disappointed.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Torn Hawk - Tarifa

Bloodied and bowed.

It's like two competing thoughts in your head at the same time. The gin infused F. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote that the mark of a true genius was the ability to hold two opposing viewpoints in one's mind at the same time and still function. Or something like that. On that note, Mr. Torn Hawk, purveyor of balearic slow techno, consider yourself a man of high minded intelligence, viral, and possibly even engorged.

Gin soaked. I like the idea of that.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Araab Muzik - Streetz Tonight

She put a curse upon this town and now nothing will grow.

Almost exactly 365 days late on this. If not more. Listen, I only have two ears and 24 hours in a day. That means sometimes things fall through the cracks. Like this one. It's not disco, its not house, its break music made from late 90's acid. So, there you go.

Oh, it's fleeting isn't it. Those little things. Just, those little affairs were the world surprises you for a heartbeat and the the lights shine brighter for just a single moment. That's where it's at, I suppose. The sweet spot. Araab Muzik knows what I'm talking about. The human effort to continually delay the recognition of the horrors of everyday life. The Sisyphean effort to avoid feeling the malaise and self doubt.

Araab Muzik once said that he had a dream where he was chained to a giant boulder on top of a mountain. Every night a falcon the size of a small bus would fly down and peck out his liver. He said he had this dream every night for months at a time. It wasn't until he authored this track that the falcon stopped visiting him in his dreams.

True story.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

DD26 - I Want U Back In My Bed (Late Nite Tuff Guy Edit)

The beast with the mark on his heart.

Honestly, this track probably does not need to be 12 minuets long. Really, the meat of it is up until about the 7:00 mark. Do what you will after that but at least stick around till then.

I'm a man on a precipitous. Summer isn't suppose to do that to you. Summer is about the opposite of that. Summer is clearly broken.

I read about this woman from ancient Rome who was a homicidal assassin. Her weapon of choice? Poisonous mushrooms, of course. She was granted immunity by Nero because she basically murdered who ever he wanted until of course, he died than things got, what I believe they refer to as, got real. Legend has it she was arrested and sentenced to death. Except that this death sentence involved being raped by a specially trained giraffe and then being torn to bits by wild animals.

Yep, there you have it.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Chris Malinchak - If U Got It

In a moment of ultimate fuckuppery, I managed to forget to cancel a flight.  I could have sworn I told that Pakistani lady working for AmEx Travel to cancel that shit, but lo and behold, I never did.  Advice for all: when they tell you those calls are monitored for quality assurance, they really just mean they're gonna turn that shit right back on you when you call and raise hell to get your refund.  Fuck me.

Been a rash of Chris Malinchak hits on Twitter and Facebook over the past couple weeks.  Can't figure much else about the dude other than that he's affiliated with the French Express crew and he's from NYC.  Regardless, this track I got on repeat is really getting me through this trying time right now.  Just a feel good track with some nice bouncy bass, slight jazzy drums, sultry vocals and throwback synths.  At least enough to make me want to get out of bed tomorrow morning.  Plus, as is customary, there's a link on the soundcloud to a free download.  So fuck off, AmEx.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Jai Paul - Jasmine (Demo)

Mr. October.

I'm not entirely certain I haven't already posted this track before. This is what you get here - a specific lack of attention to the details. The little things, yea, they don't matter much around these electronic pages of the internet. Repeat or not I still dig this one. Something about that bubbling synth sound running throughout it that makes me want to listen to it on repeat.

Guys, Amway is still a thing. I just saw a commercial for it. If you purchase an Amway commercial you are the greatest Amway salesman of all time, right? I mean, all other Amway salesmen can just pack their stuff up and head home. You've won.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Pilooski - AAA

Gonna rename the Olympics, "America's got talent."

Something a little bit more subtle this time around. It's the small things that count the most. The details.

Pilooski is prone to bouts of startling fury. He's been known to defile the names of the father, the son, and the ghost at the drop of a hat. His fits are legendary. Upon reading a poor review of his most recent album in the Moscow Times, he loaded his 1940s Mercedes convertible with twenty bottles of champagne and drove two straight days to the paper's offices. When he arrived he removed a 12 bow inch knife from his sock and used it to pin a note to the front door of the building. All the note said was "The more I kill, the more I LOVE." Pilooski then passed out in the street from exhaustion. He was taken to the nearest hospital, put in bed, and slept for a fortnight.

True story.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Marvin Gaye - Got to Give it Up (Josh Wink Edit)

Gone dancing....

The look in their eyes. The look that causes well laid plans to be aborted. You know the one. The one of unflinching disgust in your actions. The recognition of failure in all you do. "You try and you still fail", that's what their thinking.

That's a good one isn't it. Just gets you right in the guts. 

Next time your fuck up in front of your beau and they give you that look you can rest easily knowing that this song exists in the world. You may be 100 percent inept and you make nothing but horrible decisions but you still have two ears that work so you can just listen to this. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Inoj - Love You Down (Fire for Effect Remix)

This shark is considerably better than Ben's shark.

In nearly every conceivable way.

Coming to you live from a hotel room in Bloomington, IN.  Spent the last 14 hours basically locked in a room with other first year MBA students working on a case study.  Closest I've come to going truely mad in a while.  Wait, except for when I saw THE-DREAM at the Ohio State Fair at 7 pm with crazy JPP.  So I guess not that long ago.  But I digress.  Either way I have spent a lot of time with Tomorrow's Business Leaders over the last four days and have another two to go.  This could get ugly.

But I am now back to the room self medicating with this song from Inoj remixed by some cat called Fire for Effect.  This was the first song on the Pictureplane Modular People podcast from late last year.  You might remember this song from the 80s when it was performed by Ready for the World or again in the 90s when Inoj did it.  The intro lines are pretty famous, used in a lot of rap hooks.

And there's a free download link on the soundcloud.  Have at it suckas.

Dead Rose Music Company - Your Kisses

I read the other day that Jaws was ranked as one of the best Libertarian films of all time. You know, free markets, individual liberty, the government not getting in the way of your right to hunt a man eating shark, blah blah blah.

Hmmmm, yes. A new Dead Rose Music Company single. I'm digging it. It's got the right amount of disco-ish flair but sort of at a rate that may pass as not actually disco. It's disco trying not to be disco. Or seeing how far we can pull disco down into this soupy abyss that is inhabited by man eating sharks and still call it disco.

It's not going to burn the house down but it's going to keep you warm at night.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Al Green - Here I am (Lac's 9 mins of love edit)

The Girl Who Flirts With Death

Ohhhh man. Pheeeewwwwwwww. Do you feel that? Just that enormous weight on your shoulders? That creeping sense of dread? Like you're face down on the ground and the largest person you have ever seen is sitting on you. You don't feel that? Huh, I guess its just me.

I'm not even particularly enamored with this track. Don't get me wrong, I like it well enough. The thing is I have been listening to High On Fire's newest album for four days straight which may explain somethings. So, I kind of stretched with this one.

Also, High On Fire - amazing band. Does it really fit with anything that is going on here - not one bit.

On another note: I have to stop watching the Olympics because I'm now dreaming about them. This is a problem.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Fletchers Curve (Matthew Styles Remix)

Sorry, I don't have a good excuse for why we haven't posted in a couple of days. Malaise? A bad case of the dropsies, maybe? Who knows really.

Stumbled across this track early this morning. Nothing like some analog drums and throwback synths to get your Sunday started off right. Wah wah wahhhhhhh.

I heard Matthew Styles carries an eight inch buck knife everywhere he goes. Really. Loose talk on the streets has it he's been known to stalk his pray through the dirty, trash strewn alleys of Detroit and sneak up behind them while they least expect it. He will then extract his knife from behind his belt and draw the dull side of the blade across the throat of his enemy. He says he does it so he can feel again.

I don't know dudes, he sounds a little crazy to me.