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 People, it's Friday evening, it's a summer weekend, time to get down! Also, this photo is simply a document showing how hard I work for you all. Finding all these tunes isn't a walk in a park. It's a full time job.

On to our random strategy of the day.

Balance the consistency principle with the inconsistency principle 

I don't know what the consistency or the inconsistency principle are but I think I can take a guess. I try to do this blog consistently but the music and content is rarely the same = inconsistency. There, I did it.

It's the weekend, so you know what that means; I'm here to give you five tracks for the weekend. It's summer so I expect you people to enjoy these tracks outside on a porch, in a backyard, bumping them from your car, whatever you gotta do.



So this is something called Juke. I don't know much about it, apparently it is a European flavor of the month sound via the south side of Chicago. Who knew. Also, apparently there are dances that go along with this but I have no idea how that would work. I'm kind of digging it though, just sort of let the first third run its course and then you start to figure out what the heck is going on. 808s, some weird samples, a crazy vocal track. I recommend this at the peak of the party. Throw this on when there are way too many people in the room and get them to dance.

Footcrab/Footcrab/Footcrab/F/F/F/Footcrab



Not nearly enough dub and reggae on this blog so far. I take full responsibility for that. I'm going to start making that up to you all because, seriously, what isn't better summer music than some strong ass dub. I mean, this music was born and created in a place that is literally summer all year-round. I'm sure they know how to put a bitching summer sound together. Listen to that classic dub guitar work, a fucking flute for God's sake, some horns, and a classic dub rhythm section. Perfect. Get a beer, turn this up, and sit on your porch and watch the world go by.

The Weeknd - Loft Music (Chopped and Screwed by Babe Rainbow) by Babe Rainbow

Good lord what is wrong with kids these days. It's like all they do is take pills, make some wobbly R'n'B jams about loneliness, and then their friends, who are also doing a whole lot of pills, come in and remixe the track and make it even more mind altering. I feel like my brain is going to slide out of my head when I hear this remix. We are going to go into more detail next week regarding The Weeknd and Drake and why Canadians can't handle their booze, woman, drugs, and fame. Put this track on LATE in the evening when you are about to make a poor decision.



Well this is just great for a summer weekend. A little disco, a little soul, a whole lot of dance beats. Hells yea. I can't really say I was a huge fan of that Memory Tapes album but I'm certain that if the entire album would have been like this I would have had a different opinion about the matter. My suggestion is to play this at any time you damn well please.



Fuck and yes! I forced my roommates to put this album on last night while we were on the porch. I probably spent a good ten hours in total dancing to this song in college. It was one of the jams of the second half of my college career. You know what causes me to question my faith? When God allows a band that makes this song to break up without making at least one more album. No justice in this world. None. Not to bring this down but this is a great track after everyone has about 100 beers in them and then you all get up and dance around screaming IS THIS LOVE OF OURS ALIVE? IS IT KILLING ME INSIDE! And then you dance around, head banging for the next 90 seconds. Pure genius.

Holy crap how did I not mention this one already

First order of business, our seemingly random strategy of the day.

Think of the radio

I'm thinking of the radio and I'm sort of drawing a blank here. This probably meant more to them back in the 70's. Somethings don't age all that well

This tune is in the Summer Jam Hall of Fame.



Oh my god 2002 is sooo long ago. God damn this track is awesome. Breaking about 3,000 copy right laws this track in '02 really was a precursor of things to come. (Looking at you Girl Talk.)  This track also has everything you could wish from a summer jam. An awesome beat, some flute, some Ohhhhh's and Ahhhhhh's, some bitching strings, and an infectious chorus. Good stuff.

Where oh where are you know the Avalanches? The world needs you now more than ever.

I've run out of time

Rando' strategy of the day:

Decorate, decorate

Alright, take that for what you will. I'm running late so this is all you get for today. Enjoy.



Bam!

Big Moe sounds like how I felt today

First order of business, our random strategy of the day.

Disciplined self-indulgence

I think I did that this weekend. A lot.

The day after 4th of July is never fun. It's like leaving a huge party, trying to find your car, and realizing it has been towed. It is always sort of a bummer. I'm sure all the drinking we did over the weekend didn't help much. That is why finding Big Moe this morning at work was the crowning achievement of my day.



You probably won't be surprised to learn that Big Moe "invented" "rapsinging". Yes, that is just rap and singing put together. I'm sure he could tell us what the difference between "rapsinging" and just regular signing is but I don't really care. This is the song I heard today that made me look him up and it is a crying shame this song is only 1:18 long. (If you know where I can find a longer version please let me know.)



I think he really only does the chorus on this track, he might have a couple of verses near the end but it is still a great song. Jammin' for the South.



This beat just sounds like a track from like the early 90's in LA just slowed down. Also, you won't be surprised to know that Big Moe likes to rap about Codeine which he put in his drank. Oddly, his addiction to Codeine is most likely what led to him having a heart ache at the age of 33 and killing him. I remember around 2003-ish reading about how the rap scene in Houston was blowing up and it seems that Big Moe was probably part of all that. I'm sort of ignorant about the whole Houston scene but I'm going to start looking into it further.

Remember Kids, Big Moe says Leave Drank Alone.

First, lets get to our random strategy of the day

Use 'unqualified' people

Perfect, because that is what I am in probably about 90% of the things I do during the day. I am wholly unqualified to write this blog but I do it anyways.

This one is from my friend Katie who is stuck at work on the Friday before 4th of July weekend waiting for some website thing to load. She is moving to San Francisco to go to clown school. No, not really, she is going  to go to law school. I met Katie at my last job where I simply wouldn't stop bugging her with annoying emails about god knows what which successfully kept her from the work she needed to do. She still makes fun of me for being a liberal and a music snob. I've tried to tell her that she is confusing music snob with a music enthusiast, but it might be a difference without a distinction.   Really though - she is going to be missed but she will be an amazing clown.



Very appropriate for this weekend and all. I've been a long time Animal Collective fan. Lots of people don't like Animal Collective for a variety of reasons - a lot of which I think has to do with the whole pitchfork/hipster/single-gear bike association thing. Which is a shame because over the course of the last eight to ten years they have put out some of the most interesting albums. Considering they started out as essentially a free jazz version of an Americana folk group and seeing where they are in this song, they have come a long way. Songs like "Fireworks" barely feel like songs - more like long colorful tapestries of sound.  And, for bonus points, this is a pretty awesome summer tune as well. It's about fireworks and good times, so what else do you really need?



This is Joel's doing. I'm kind of digging it. I wasn't sure at first and then I went and heard the original and I think I like this one better. Nothing like listening to American rapper's just re-enforce pretty much every American stereotype of Europeans.

Sometimes you just gotta put a dude in a trunk.