Theo Parrish - Moonlite

Swingin' party



Mmmmm, yes. Theo Parrish. He's like the professor emeritus around these parts. Theo 'Huxable' Parrish we call him.

Theo Parrish once jumped up on stage during a Wu Tang concert to fill in for ODB. Basically, Parrish played ODB at a Wu Tang concert and nailed it. That's the mark of the truest of gentlemen. (Editors Note: This story is not something I made up. I swear.)

Summer has passed which means we have no entered the waning months of the year. Fall - generally overrated in my book. Not because fall is inherently bad but it is because every year it simply serves as a harbinger of horrible things to come. If fall lasted eight months simply to turn into spring that would be the greatest outcome. It's not Fall's fault that is is followed by a season that if it was human would look like some sort of deformed pig-faced monster.

Those people who say they like winter - insufferable. I LOL in their general direction.

Feel My Bicep - Love Comedown

Night of Horrors



Some men seeing to some business

Some men grabbing at the fabric of time and unraveling it

Some men, angry, angry like their names have been besmirched

Some men who have felt the flesh of the fairer sex between their arms early in the morning only to be gone when the first rays of the sun break the horizon

Some men who when they finally shuffle off this mortal coil will have tombstones that read, "it was better to live rich than to die rich"

Some men named Feel My Bicep

Jonas Rathsman - W4W

Loins of fire.

I swear, when I first flagged this track last week it was only 2 minutes long. Between then and now someone posted the entire tune which is great for me and you. God bless you, whoever you are.

I've been listening to this tune for about week now - I think it's pretty great. Just some nice House/Dance/whateveryouwanttocallit that has a great vocal sample and an even better groove. Well done, Jonas Rathsman. You've made your Nordic ancestors proud. Which, seeing how Rathsman is from Scandinavia might explain why he left this as the liner notes to this tune:

Mankind is a rope tied between man and beast - over an abyss.

A man who knows the despair and discomfort of everyday life on this third rock from the sun - Jonas Rathsman. His elixir for this? Bitching tunes.

Omar S - Miss U

Bloodstone - a stone used as an amulet to protect against the evil eye.



Well, well, well look-y here, another Omar-S track. Two in one week - blasphemy. Discogs is trying to tell me that this fine tune is from circa 2003. You can tell that this is from another place in time in the Omar-S discography. It doesn't have the normal traits of an Omar-S track but that's fine because it is still besting the day.

Omar-S, the truest of gentlemen.

I think what I like about this music is that if used properly it is a passive event. I enjoy how I can put on a long mix and sort of wonder in and out of it. It can be ubiquitous in some ways. You put a track or mix on and you come and go. You make some dinner. You read a book. You hear something you like and you focus on it. You think about how much you enjoy it because it reminds you of this one time you kissed this pretty girl and then you go back to reading your book. I don't have a need to hang on every note of every song. That sounds exhausting, in fact.

This idea will probably not sit well with high minded music critics in their ivory towers with their monocles and berets. I don't care for those people. They should be attacked by she-bears and ripped to shreds.

The Noodleman - Sloppy Angel

Don't tell me that's a duck with a man on his ass when I know it is a man with a duck sitting on his head. Don't do it.



Sloppy Angel. The Noodleman. I don't know which one I like more. Probably, The Noodleman, but only by by the whiskers on a cats behind.

You know what I do like? This track. I've been told by sources that I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw them that this song is less than four months old. I don't believe it. Not for a second. The truth is The Noodleman, and God bless every last hair on his bald head, The Noodleman has a time machine. Yea. He owns a time machine. He built it out of spare parts he found at the dump. It runs on banana peels and old motor oil and smells like an gym sock. Either way, my less than trustworthy sources told me The Noodleman went back in time to New York City, in the year of our lord 1979, and recorded a disco track with the hottest band at the time, stole the tapes, retreated to his time machine and returned to present day. Hence, this beauty.

I don't think it's fair though. I mean, if you have a time machine, you have to kill Hitler first before you go and steal a disco track, right?