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Apr 9, 2010 11

Confiote De Bits

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“When the prices of everything went up ninety-seven times in one year, M’dhara Vitalis Mukaro came out of retirement to make the coffins in which we buried our dead. In a space of only six months, he became famous twice over, as the best coffin maker in the district and as the Mupandawana Dancing Champion.

Fame is an elastic concept, especially in a place like this, where we all know the smells of one another’s armpits. Mupandawana, full name Gutu-Mupandawana Growth Point, is bigger than a village but it is not yet a town. I have become convinced that the government calls Mupandawana a growth point merely to divert us from the reality of our present squalor with optimistic predictions about our booming future. As it is not even a townlet, a townling, or half a fraction of a town, there was much rejoicing at a recent ground-breaking ceremony for a new row of Blair toilets when the district commissioner shared with us his vision for town status for Mupandawana by the year 2065. Ours is one of the biggest growth points in the country, but the only real growth is in the number of people waiting to buy coffins and the lengthening line of youngsters waiting to board the Wabuda Wanatsa buses blasting Chimbetu songs all the way to Harare”.- The Mupandawana Dancing Champion

  1. Minotaur Shock-The Broads
    Maritime (4ad, 2005)
  2. James Yuill – This Sweet Love (Prins Thomas Edit)
    This Sweet Love (Moshi Moshi Records, 2008)
  3. Little Dragon – Feather
    Machine Dreams (Peacefrogs Records, 2009)
  4. Wave Machines – Keep The Lights On
    Wave If You’re Really There (Neapolitan Records, 2009)
  5. El Perro del Mar – Change Of Heart
    Love Is Not Pop (Control Group, 2009)
  6. Memory Tapes- Plain Material
    Seek Magic (Acéphale, 2009)
  7. The Radio Dept-Heaven’s On Fire
    Clinging To A Scheme (Labrador, 2010)

Before the colossal posts of Moka, I asked myself,  “Is there anyone who wants more music?… Seriously?”
But then, we all live in a “Consumer Society” (whatever that means) and… Springtime is finally here!!
Following that line of thought, there is no real reason why you shouldn’t sit back and allow yourself to enjoy this timely playlist which you can take by the hand and let you follow in any “spring-situation”.
Enjoy it.
Photo: Sakurako Kitsa

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Pop

Apr 1, 2010 20

Top 200 Tracks of the 2000’s Pt. 1

(There have been several readers experiencing problems due to server overload. At the end of this post you’ll find a link to download the whole set via mediafire as well as a link to hypem to stream the songs. Please help us save some bandwith.)

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  • Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Can’t Hear My Eyes
    Can’t Hear My Eyes 7″ (Mexican Summer, 2009)
  • Dungen – Fredag
    4 (Kemado, 2008)
  • Of Montreal – Lysergic Bliss
    Satanic Panic in the Attic (Polyvinyl, 2004)
  • Super Furry Animals – Juxtaposed With U
    Rings Around the World (Epic, 2001)

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V

  • Ricardo Villalobos – Easy Lee
    Alcachofa (Playhouse, 2003)
  • Adult. – Hand to Phone
    Hand to Phone (Clone, 2001)
  • Legowelt – Disco Rout
    Disco Rout (Coccoon, 2002)
  • Bot.ox – Blue Steel
    Blue Steel (I’m a Cliché, 2009)

[Stream].
[Download the whole set].

This one ended up all over the place as I started running out of space in the list. Some weird style contrast for sure; opens with warm-bellied psychedelic pop and closes with robotic new-wave. Of course I couldn’t find a way to make them work together. It’s barely works if you really take each section as separate playlists.
Seems to me it took forever to compile and publish this list so I’m feeling a great relief now that it’s finally over. Back to the sweet and tidy motel routine at last. It’s been a really fun exercise, tho. Hope you’ve enjoyed the series as much as I did compiling them.

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Category: Best Of

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]

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