Fred Ventura - Don't Give Up

A buzz-saw has no friends.



It's my birfday. I want to thank everyone for the awesome ice cream cake and well wishes. Very much appreciated. Now, all of you should come out and get drunk and dance this Saturday night at the world famous Taj Bar in Columbus, Ohio. I will be standing next to a turn-table/lap-top set up playing tracks that I like. I'm not going to call it DJing because I don't know how to do that. But I do know the hits.

Also, the new Italians Do It Better album was out today but I didn't get a chance to pick it up yet. So this is why we are listening to this tonight. It's my birthday, I do what I want!

Frankie Knuckles pres. Director's Cut - The Whistle Song (Re-Directed - Final Master)

FFFFFFFFFFFFF....way too few posts lately. That is totally my fault. Not yours. Don't beat yourself up about it.



Generally speaking, Sunday nights are the worst. Just the pits. Nothing good about Sunday nights. Just the all encompassing dread of the coming days. Normally I have nothing to really help solve this problem. I usually just curse the night and live with it. Tonight though I have two options to make it better:

1. This totally bitching Freddie Knuckles track - it's called the whistle song for a reason. A little jazzy but I think it pairs well with this shitty Sunday evening weather.
2. We are DJing this coming Saturday night. That's right, in the flesh, Nick and I. I'm going to refer to it more as playing records than DJing but you get the point. All the important details are here so I'm expecting to see you all there.

See, two things to make your pathetic Sunday night a somewhat more bearable  You can thank me by coming out this weekend.

Late Nite Tuff Guy - Do I Believe In God (LNTG Muscle Mix)

And now a poem.....



Down to boogie downtown tonight.
Joints will be unhinged, limbs will flare.
You ain't the prettiest bell at the ball,
but you are the boogiest.
Stout, hazy, rough around the edges;
A unpolished gem that burns bright.
DownTown NYC is your dance move.

Fin

Lukas Nystrand - Never Fail

Beast for thee

Lukas Nystrand? Lukas Nystrand. Soundcloud is telling me this track is over four years old, but it is brand new to me. Standout track of the week really. A little melancholy house that wants you to take this moment and reflect. 

I found this note on the ground and thought it seemed apt for today's track:

If I were to wish for something

What I should wish then,

a bad, or a good time?

If I were to wish for something

I would like to be just a little happy

because if I were too happy

I would long for suffering

Weird, right? 

Marcello Giordani - Lose Your Love (Original Mix)

Tell them when I'm gone that every day I tried.



Dirty, dirty, disco for your Thursday evening. Yea, it's only a sample, but it's a long one so enjoy. Disco House? House Disco? House? Disco?

For the enjoyment of the patron of these electronic pages may I now offer up some unsolicited internet advise - please stop it with the F'ing Sesame Street references. That horse died almost within an hour of Mitt Romney talking about Big Bird last night. Beat. To. Death. You're take on it at this point is not original and mostly redundant. Sometimes the internet is just the worst.

So, there you go. My old man rant for the day. Enjoy this nasty piece of disco delight and get off my fucking lawn you kids!

OOFT! - Love and Soulsaving

A Hindenburg of feverish delights



A spaced out funk/pysch/house burn for your Tuesday evening. Its old, lo-fi, dream like space seems right for this rainy mid-week night.

It's the little things people. The little things. The blast of the horns. The rolling bass. The perfectly placed Roland chords that just get my blood going. Just, frosts my cookies, let me tell ya.

Frosts. My. Cookies.

Prince - Crystal Ball

Updates have been way too infrequent. We have sworn a blood oath to turn this around and make this place more professional like. We are gonna sweep up the floors, put a new coat of paint on these old walls, and maybe knock that wall down in the kitchen so we actually have some god-damn counter space to make a god-damn proper meal sometime. The appearance may change but the crack music analysis will stay the same - turgid and erect. 

Enjoy this while you can because I'm expecting this to be ripped from the inter-webs any day now. The Purple one and his henchmen will surely find this and remove it from these hallowed halls. Which is a shame - something this frighteningly marvelous should be preserved. It should be given it's own wing of a building.  Poems should be written in honor of it. Strong women should name their first born'd after it and proud men, in the company of other proud men, should toast it. 

Prince is a perverse man. He wraps movements around other movements. He has total disregard for what the listener just heard and seems to delight in his attempts to throw your tender ears of the sent. It's a kaleidoscope of sounds, parts, lost pieces all tied together with chewing gum and duck tape. It's like he went to the dump, bought every last auto-part and fused them all together to make a spaceship. In the hands of a lesser man (read: every man) this would never work.