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Imitation of a Kiss

A mix from weeks ago. I put this list together to capture a vague unsetling mood, sort of end of time – Rome is about to fall at the of its madness- mood. The era is sophisticated like no other time before yet it’s devoid of energy that push us forward as a creature. Everything seems to devolve into madness, an orgy toward destruction of some sort, even the expression of love. …anyway, much of the list is from 2 albums: Jazz Passangers and The Last Time I Committed Suicide soundtrack. Mainly freejazz and be-bop with extreme tempo change, layered rythm and that long progression. I like it, tho’ probably this is a bit less popular than other list I posts before. An Imitation of a Kiss is an interesting Blondie cover, a small poignant song about having to sustain the charade of it all. PET probably is the point of this list. enjoy.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the
starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkan-
sas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes
on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in
wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,

- Allen Ginsberg, Howl

“Meet Me Downtown for Green Tea”

01. Jazz Passengers – Syncretism
02. Hubert Laws – Yoruba
03. John Coltrane – Softly as in a Morning Sunrise
04. Jazz Passengers – Immitation of a Kiss
05. Thelonious Monk – Straight, No Chaser
06. Javon Jackson ft. Cassandra Wilson – Country Girl
07. PET – Ride My heart

note: one or two tracks has imperfect rip, but I am too lazy to re-upload 20MB files. see also: Motion Under Motion-Shimmering (part of a loose series)
image credit: Christdigital

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This is a Friday Emergency Fun broadcast

This is a Friday Fun emergency Broadcast. Please do not panic and proceed with pre -mind evacuation.

Thank you and have a good day.

01. CocoRosie – Good Friday
02. Morcheeba – Summertime
03. Rachel Fuller - Into My Heart
04. Langhorn Slim – In the Midnight
05. Lemon Jelly – Jelly-88 aka Come Down On Me
06. LTJ Bukem – Atlantis (I Need You)

image credit: Andrew Mason

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Escamas

Un pequeño playlist con los que fueron alguna vez nuestros himnos de veranos pasados, ahora cayendoseme como escamas en la alberca.

Storms – Myxomatosis (radiohead)
Peter Bjorn & John – young folks
The Cure – mint car
Pulp – mile end
The Polecats – john, I’m only dancing
Blur – moroccan people’s revolutionary bowls club
Nick Cave – disco 2000 (pulp)

Photograph by Trude.

note: Moka is still away. This is Squashed pushing the button for Moka. My next update will be tomorrow. Cheers.

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To the sea let me follow

Once again I’m off to vacation, this time to a somewhat lonesome but beautiful beach called Manzanillo that’s 5 hours from our city. We’re all half-broke and we’ll try to survive the week with 60 dollars each one. Considering that half of our money will end up wasted on beers, tequila or gin, we might have to get used to survive on a straight diet of maruchans and tuna cans. Wish us luck.

I’ll try to sneak some surf guitar and tender electronica in our stereo every now and then because I’ve found reggaeton gives me the strongest headaches, and it also scares the elderly people from the pool.

Blue Hawaiians – martini 5-0
Gabor Szabo – summertime
Ape – the endless summer
Jimmy Luttrell – egyptian surf queen
Electronicat – wop do wop
Lost Acapulco – aqua vulva
Blue Hawaiians – quiet surf

Quick announcements:

Just before I leave I’d like you to check on feedmegoodtunes in a few days as I did a guest post in there about Lindstrom & Prins Thomas that might get published at the end of the week, as you may noticed I’ve been having an unhealthy obsession over them in the past weeks. I haven’t mailed makrugaik yet but maybe we’ll get to make an interview with Lindstrom in a few weeks, we’ll keep you informed about this. Ah, and for those expecting a Mike Patton interview, I’m sorry… apparently he’s not very supportive of the file sharing thingy and refused to participate. I’ll keep harrasing him, don’t worry.

I’d also like you to visit 1friend’s mp3 blog, cult2vader, it’s a pretty interesting and weird site, if I had the time and the code knowledge I’d love to have something like this, only weirder. Hear that Doug? I envy your site.

Also via one of gabba‘s users I found about this one man project called Old Erie which left me honestly impressed, the vocals sound like a more apathetic version of Xiu Xiu and the music could be that of a a rural version of fennesz… probably just the lo-fi recording, nevertheless it’s very beautiful and delicate release called “King Crow” and it’s completely free to download. I’m posting a song for your listening pleasure. If you like what you’re hearing go and download the album as it’s one of the best net releases I’ve heard so far this year. Remember, if you have the method of doing so, please leave a donation. Au revoir.

Old Erie – tape is from germany

Photograph: Taylor Mckimens.

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With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]