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Down by the poolside

Christmass is a party time, so there is a little collection of my favourites remixes from this year.
I Hope you enjoy.
And in the name of Motel de Moka members we wish you a happy holidays.

Pd.
Check my top albums here & my mixed albums here 

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist, Electronic, Electronica, Motel de Moka

Sometimes I Feel So Lonely

 

Image vía Snapshots 2012

I leave my cave to share my loneliness…
And say Hi!

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Category: Blues, Motel de Moka, Rock

The Last Summer Splash

 

 

    • Pharrell & The Yessirs – That Girl
      Out Of My Mind (2007) 
[Epilogue]

…or Music for make babies.
I hope you had a great summer.

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Category: Electronica, Hip hop, Motel de Moka, Pop, Soul

Sleepless

 Image: Cover of Yellow & Green album by Baroness

I’m not dead, Motel de Moka is not dead…
It’s summer… So, let’s go swim!

Pd.
Gracias a @inconexa@sonicgu y @gatosingracia por su -indirecta- inspiración.

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Category: Electronic, Hip hop, Motel de Moka, Pop, Rock

Lost in the supermarket

 Image: Craig & Karl

The Walkman changed the way we understand cities”. William Gibson

As a sociologist, writing about supermarkets would commonly turn into a strong critique of capitalism and its consequence on a consumer society. The exploitation of workers, and a whole etcetera of social disadvantages that I don’t wish to address right now, first and foremost because they give me tedium.
Back when I was studying sociology, entering a supermarket felt slightly worse than turning to the “dark side”. Buying in a supermarket meant  that I had become an accomplice of the ‘global exploitation system’ no matter if the cart was full or if I only went in for a box of matches.
Now it’s been more than one and a half year since I left school and I have gradually reintegrated to the everyday world – the one where the prejudices of ideologies are replaced by doses of indifference.
Sunday after Sunday, when the clock hits 11 a.m. I have to go do the shopping for the week.
I’m not sure what happened, but it took a mere two weeks to let myself be seduced by the peculiar rationality of the supermarket. Maybe everything changed the day I decided to wear headphones. Here it is, readers, the selection of things I listen to while I decide between red or yellow apples, peanuts or chips, which brand of detergent I should get or which toothpaste removes more plaque.
 Ever since I bring my music with me I feel like I’m altering the order of things in there. Of course it would be very naive of me to think that I’m in some way bringing down the system by doing so… in reality, I keep going back week after week because we’re always running out of toilet paper.

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Category: Electronic, Hip hop

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]