Positive Outlooking for Something to Do

Dunno if it's the chill Nov drizzle or some shit just got slapped out my neurons, but I've had an Ichi the Killer DVD-box-guy (no I ain't seen it) rictus stitchgrin on my internal mug for the past little while now. Yuz, happiness, and here I am to mope about it.

Seriously, it has got me panicking. I mean, how did I get here? How do I stay here? Maybe it's something as easy as having Burial release a new album come every couple months, but I dunno it seems like the ol' dopamine receptors wouldn't be able to handle that onslaught. Y'know how there's a track on th' new Untrue called "Endorphin"? And how it indeed causes a blush of diffusion every time that pitched up voice sings it's little lament and the other one says something about flashing lights? Yeah, that's running me low on whatever compounds it is that my brain needs to make that shizz. Mouse pushing a button here.

And fuggit, I don't really feel like getting into all the other musicks right now. Mostly I want to shout loudly out in appreciation of those dwindling blahg authors who are posting rarely but still slip one out now and again. Woundedgalaxy, Crud Scott, Blastitude, Rettman, Siltblog, the list goes on (I know yull be back, OS Gams). Yeah some of yerz are linked at the side but I don't bother to update them bits and just wanted a live and direct message to let you know that when yuz do get around to slopping something up, it's enjoyed by the soppers. Spreading love like a true ladderclimber, but you know that I ain't got no rungs anyhow. So keep doin' it, as often or as rarely as you feel, but at least make this ridiculous foray into internet ass kissin' worth somethin'.

I dunno, fine. One other thing getting lotsa spin here has been the Bvdub Requited Love twelve on Styrax. It's like if Substance & Vainqueur did a breakup record. It's like if deathprod moved his bod. If Dulli grooved to Carl Craig 'stead of all that motown. It's gluttonous. Real butter.

Now... somebody get me that On the Corner box, tickets to "No Country For Old Men", a cheese basket, and yes I still listen to stuff with guitars, asshole. If it's any good, and that's in an objective way.

The midsized outflux of all manners of weirdos I useta spend my days with and the general pain of not having a centralized home CD stereo line has driven me out to do things in public like I would generally avoid. Though I haven’t yet tried public urination to the same extent that some of the aforementioned weirdos tended to partake. Nah, I’ve been trying to attend “cultural” events and shit. Like concerts or Jim Trainor film series or personal appreciation exercises of the Boss Burger at Nick’s Cafe. Word on the street is that Wolf Eyes goon Nate Young is gonna be showing some films while playing contact mic’d woodblocks or somethin’ the selfsame nite that Andrew W.K. is bringing his guru show to the Union. I’m deeply crossing fingers that this could lead to hijinks and inevitably to moi talkin’ some good natured shit about the lower peninsula to these tape fiend trolls. Worthy events continue to roll out in this town; very disappointing to a dude who just finally managed to replace the halogen bulb on his reading lamp in time for the late year bleakness.

Which reminds: thanx also to Glass Candy for gracing the High Noon in the opening slot for those prison colonist ADD churls. It was a pleasure “observing” you in your mighty attempt to move the twee toddler masses to some form of action other than their moschops lumber.

I suppose you were thinking that maybe this place was dead. I guess now would be as good as any time to letcha know that I plan to maneuvering my updates here to be more aligned with personal diaretics and mentionings of musicks and other interests that are perhaps more on the obscure sides. Might as well admit that I’ve somewhat sold out “the scene” and I have been/will continue to offer up semipro squeegee filth on more “available” sides or matters as a contribuwhore at Shiv/Shill/Shine. E.g. a post on New Age tapes and how they’ve helped me achieve enfrightenment would be placed here, whereas a post on something like my everexpanding appreciation of Mark Hollis would likely work it’s way out over there, much to Hasting’s chagrin I am sure. Is it already outta print? I’ll rub it in yr face here. Available on Amazon? There. I’ll probably talk about Burial’s Untrue at both places, ‘cause it is the Alpha and the Omega of 2007 and beyond.

And fine, if you want some kinda insight into my current general mindset via statistical analysis, here’s a sampling of my current most played albums on my work computer, unordered just to piss you off:

Daniele Baldelli – Cosmic: The Original
Pauline Oliveros – Accordion and Voice
Isengrind – Golestan
MV & EE – Mars Delta
Grey Daturas/Monarch – Dawn of the Catalyst
Twinsistermoon – Levels and CrossingsAndrew Chalk – Blue Eyes of the March (still haven’t heard pt 2, dammit)