Man you know what I grew tired of jack Johnson not because he’s no longer good, he is, maybe just not great, but then maybe he just lost his relevance to me you know my mind was an inferno back when I was really into him just started at chiat and didn’t know anyone and fresh from a long term relationship and he really helped occupy the empty confines of my head and then I’d listen to him on my ipod while I’d ride my bike down to santa monica pier turning my beach cruiser into a tandem bicycle with him pedaling behind and he’s sit alongside me on the seagull poop filled wooden benches at the end of the pier and stare with me into the nothingness that was the dark ocean, not the nothingness that was within me because I had him talking to me and singing to me through my ears and he lent me his loose change to give to the homeless littered boardwalk that found their home on the beach and laughed when I expressed to him that I too had the same desire to one day have beachfront property the same way the homeless folks did but not in that way more of a pottery barn way oh who am I kidding I want to design my own furniture. But then yeah, jack Johnson was very relevant to me, my teddy bear in the lightning storm my baseball bat when I saw the shadows of people walking projected onto my bedroom wall while I’m up at night thinking about my past relationship and my new job and my new phase in my life or whatever. But then you know, the human mind and soul reconditioned itself and I came back to the same asshole form the one that takes women and knocks them off their pedestals and in turn turns them into assholes like I’m some type of zombie asshole and then they bite their victims and then it spreads like a disease and boomerangs back to my dumb ass(hole) and gets me riding my bike again, pedaling furiously, through the bum filled wooden benches and the seagull poop littered boardwalk listening to him, increasing my playcount of jack Johnson. Then someone looks on my itunes and notices the playcount and maybe thinks I’m some type of simpleton surfer guy but geez if they only knew how scorching my mind was they’d hose me down but they don’t so instead they’re the ones that get extinguished, increasing my personal playcount was that dirty, yeah so what, im an asshole zombie and zombies are ugly but sometimes we think beautiful thoughts like…
How beautiful today’s song sounds, how the guitar strumming is probably jack johnson’s best yet and the little piano thing chiming in just adds to its allure, with its awesome production and his melodic song writing and his soothing voice propelling this song beyond the stratosphere, to the same realms where stars dwell. The same realm above the horizon of the saltwater onyx where he and I and the seagull poop and the homeless folks used to stare into.
http://www.box.net/shared/sf8fq5ygsm
Thursday, August 28, 2008
"Yesterday" - Atmosphere
oh yeah,
you hear that good time, dixieland piano in the background? already, within the first 2 seconds you know you're in for a little jolly time, big ol' swirly lollipop the kind you get at six flags type songs, the ones where you're at the carnival and you want to get cotton candy but they ran out of blue and only had pink and somehow before you believed in that whole lame notion that if you got the pink then you were queer but then realized that the only thing queer was that train of thought so then you finally came to terms with the world and all the minuscule shit and how to disregard it so that you can just carry on with your sexuality in a confident and comfortable way and just enjoy your mother fucking cotton candy even though it's pink and you know what else you learn to let go of? you learn to let go of that whole notion of typing out the word motherfucker like no more should i spell it out proper because if i do it might sound too white and cheeseball or should i type it out like muthafucka because that's how eazy e spells it on his diss against dre that real muthafucking song and then again you start to think like muthafucka (or motherfucker) is spelling is name all wrong i mean he only has 4 letters in his name and he still manages to fuck it all up why should he be any type of attila and the bee authority when it comes to spelling bees you know what i mean, b? but then you forget all about it because no matter how you spell motherfucker all you want to do is express that feeling in your gut or on your mind where clean dictionary white linen words don't suffice or quite accurately convey the urgency of your thoughts and then you sit there still thinking whether or not you should spell it the white way or the black way what would the asian way be don't make fun of me now because i'll hurt you (muthafocka) but really no matter how you spell it you realize it all means the same so then you commit to just fucking typing it out however it comes out and your eyes ignore the backspace key because it doesn’t matter but if you were to insert a space between the compound words you might make it a little more dramatic and people will be convinced that you’re edgy and your mind is a clusterfuck but you’re willing to take the risk to have people think you’re just passionate along with you being edgy and your mind is being fucked clusterly way but whatever because now you're listening to this song and you're learning to let go of all that minuscia because you're realizing that this song is about slug talking to his dad because he passed away and then you feel a little bad because slug's dad is dead and then you go back to his lucy ford ep and conjure up his old songs and rediscover that his dad killed himself and now you feel kind of even more so bad.
but then the hammering of the piano keys sounds pretty jolly and lollipop and you can't help but feel like you're back in dixieland parasols and all and then the only thing dixie about your surroundings is the disposable plastic cup with remnants of whiskey and soda from more celebratory times you know the same cup that will end up choking some kind of sea creature in the ocean when you don't properly dispose of it and there's nothing dixie time about that so you say to yourself, next time I’m buying solo, motherfucker if you’re white muthafucka if you’re black I’m not sure how the Hispanic population addresses it because instead of calling you what you are they tell you what to do with the whole chinga tu madre thing and us asians we’re so porcelain and gentle and demure and docile but when you get that yellow rage boiling like the chicken flavored powder in a bowl of top ramen we scream from the top of our lungs
next time solo, muthafocka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/q0ncxzcfcx
you hear that good time, dixieland piano in the background? already, within the first 2 seconds you know you're in for a little jolly time, big ol' swirly lollipop the kind you get at six flags type songs, the ones where you're at the carnival and you want to get cotton candy but they ran out of blue and only had pink and somehow before you believed in that whole lame notion that if you got the pink then you were queer but then realized that the only thing queer was that train of thought so then you finally came to terms with the world and all the minuscule shit and how to disregard it so that you can just carry on with your sexuality in a confident and comfortable way and just enjoy your mother fucking cotton candy even though it's pink and you know what else you learn to let go of? you learn to let go of that whole notion of typing out the word motherfucker like no more should i spell it out proper because if i do it might sound too white and cheeseball or should i type it out like muthafucka because that's how eazy e spells it on his diss against dre that real muthafucking song and then again you start to think like muthafucka (or motherfucker) is spelling is name all wrong i mean he only has 4 letters in his name and he still manages to fuck it all up why should he be any type of attila and the bee authority when it comes to spelling bees you know what i mean, b? but then you forget all about it because no matter how you spell motherfucker all you want to do is express that feeling in your gut or on your mind where clean dictionary white linen words don't suffice or quite accurately convey the urgency of your thoughts and then you sit there still thinking whether or not you should spell it the white way or the black way what would the asian way be don't make fun of me now because i'll hurt you (muthafocka) but really no matter how you spell it you realize it all means the same so then you commit to just fucking typing it out however it comes out and your eyes ignore the backspace key because it doesn’t matter but if you were to insert a space between the compound words you might make it a little more dramatic and people will be convinced that you’re edgy and your mind is a clusterfuck but you’re willing to take the risk to have people think you’re just passionate along with you being edgy and your mind is being fucked clusterly way but whatever because now you're listening to this song and you're learning to let go of all that minuscia because you're realizing that this song is about slug talking to his dad because he passed away and then you feel a little bad because slug's dad is dead and then you go back to his lucy ford ep and conjure up his old songs and rediscover that his dad killed himself and now you feel kind of even more so bad.
but then the hammering of the piano keys sounds pretty jolly and lollipop and you can't help but feel like you're back in dixieland parasols and all and then the only thing dixie about your surroundings is the disposable plastic cup with remnants of whiskey and soda from more celebratory times you know the same cup that will end up choking some kind of sea creature in the ocean when you don't properly dispose of it and there's nothing dixie time about that so you say to yourself, next time I’m buying solo, motherfucker if you’re white muthafucka if you’re black I’m not sure how the Hispanic population addresses it because instead of calling you what you are they tell you what to do with the whole chinga tu madre thing and us asians we’re so porcelain and gentle and demure and docile but when you get that yellow rage boiling like the chicken flavored powder in a bowl of top ramen we scream from the top of our lungs
next time solo, muthafocka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/q0ncxzcfcx
Monday, August 25, 2008
"Breaker-Breaker 1-2" - Alamo Race Track
what up everyone,
hope ya'll had a good weekend. pretty good one, overall -- us basketball won the gold, supercrew got voted as america's best dance crew, and this one cat i know very little of is getting me excited about the upcoming election. you know, i was just watching mtv to see who won the best dance crew thing and i noticed that the network is trying more and more to showcase emerging artists.
i guess there's this group called the jonas brothers. who are they? they look lame to me and there was this girl named jonas that i had a peculiar experience with a long time ago. also, there's this new show with this white and black guy; one looks like a younger pharrel, the other like a younger chris cornell -- what the hell is that? i heard one of their songs and thought it was wack. then, there's this new kid rock song -- for real? and the one that takes the cake is this other girl -- tyler perry or something like that. she was wailing on some acoustic guitar (why is blue always the backdrop for an acoustic show) and singing about some error in judgement by sleeping with someone or something. fucking aye, man. i can't believe that the mainstream media, especially the hardcore influential and authoritative MTV network are taking the younger generation for a ride. you can't seriously believe this is good music, good melodies, good ART, right?
man, that really peeves me. what sucks is that we grow up thinking of this and that -- what's good for us, what's bad for us. eventually you grow up and it's like "hey, wait a minute" and you have to make that leap of faith to trust your own feelings and do what you do. the most major one isn't about politics, values or religion. it's about music. your music choice. people generally spend more time engaged with a song, jingle or polyphonic ringtone than they do with anything else. and still they feed what's given to them. you know what you should do when you want brie and they only have cheddar? you don't settle for cheddar, you go find yourself a place that sells brie. you know what lazy, indifferent people do? they resort to mainstream media, radio stations, or revert back to classic rock. please, it's never been easier and please, don't tell me nothing good has come out since then because you know iron and wine, right? just kidding. what i'm saying is stay relevant and listen to the voice of your generation.
sorry, just a little rant because a little payola goes a long way in the music industry and there are amazing artists out there that will never get their shine. pisses me off. and you know, eventually i'm going to explode and just write this long diarrhea-diatribe about HOW MUCH I HATE KARAOKE and MUSIC THEY PLAY IN DIVE BARS and HOW LAME I THINK IT IS THAT PEOPLE GET DRUNK AND THINK THEY ROCK OUT BECAUSE THEY KNOW THE LYRICS TO PARADISE CITY or FOREIGNER and don't even have the balls to BREAK SOME BOTTLES or smoke a joint or RUB SOME THIGHS in the back of a club. sorry, i'm dismounting now. i'm sorry -- it's how i feel, i know i'm taking the wrong approach and it's pricky of me and it's unattractive. it's just, like man, i was just watching mtv and stuff, and like man, i wanted some brie. but all i got was cheese.
-- sonnyred
oh yeah, band, from amsterdam, and yeah they rock, and like the dutch, are boring, so yeah then, they're really like, huge massive boulder
http://www.box.net/shared/jgqjsaf0jc
hope ya'll had a good weekend. pretty good one, overall -- us basketball won the gold, supercrew got voted as america's best dance crew, and this one cat i know very little of is getting me excited about the upcoming election. you know, i was just watching mtv to see who won the best dance crew thing and i noticed that the network is trying more and more to showcase emerging artists.
i guess there's this group called the jonas brothers. who are they? they look lame to me and there was this girl named jonas that i had a peculiar experience with a long time ago. also, there's this new show with this white and black guy; one looks like a younger pharrel, the other like a younger chris cornell -- what the hell is that? i heard one of their songs and thought it was wack. then, there's this new kid rock song -- for real? and the one that takes the cake is this other girl -- tyler perry or something like that. she was wailing on some acoustic guitar (why is blue always the backdrop for an acoustic show) and singing about some error in judgement by sleeping with someone or something. fucking aye, man. i can't believe that the mainstream media, especially the hardcore influential and authoritative MTV network are taking the younger generation for a ride. you can't seriously believe this is good music, good melodies, good ART, right?
man, that really peeves me. what sucks is that we grow up thinking of this and that -- what's good for us, what's bad for us. eventually you grow up and it's like "hey, wait a minute" and you have to make that leap of faith to trust your own feelings and do what you do. the most major one isn't about politics, values or religion. it's about music. your music choice. people generally spend more time engaged with a song, jingle or polyphonic ringtone than they do with anything else. and still they feed what's given to them. you know what you should do when you want brie and they only have cheddar? you don't settle for cheddar, you go find yourself a place that sells brie. you know what lazy, indifferent people do? they resort to mainstream media, radio stations, or revert back to classic rock. please, it's never been easier and please, don't tell me nothing good has come out since then because you know iron and wine, right? just kidding. what i'm saying is stay relevant and listen to the voice of your generation.
sorry, just a little rant because a little payola goes a long way in the music industry and there are amazing artists out there that will never get their shine. pisses me off. and you know, eventually i'm going to explode and just write this long diarrhea-diatribe about HOW MUCH I HATE KARAOKE and MUSIC THEY PLAY IN DIVE BARS and HOW LAME I THINK IT IS THAT PEOPLE GET DRUNK AND THINK THEY ROCK OUT BECAUSE THEY KNOW THE LYRICS TO PARADISE CITY or FOREIGNER and don't even have the balls to BREAK SOME BOTTLES or smoke a joint or RUB SOME THIGHS in the back of a club. sorry, i'm dismounting now. i'm sorry -- it's how i feel, i know i'm taking the wrong approach and it's pricky of me and it's unattractive. it's just, like man, i was just watching mtv and stuff, and like man, i wanted some brie. but all i got was cheese.
-- sonnyred
oh yeah, band, from amsterdam, and yeah they rock, and like the dutch, are boring, so yeah then, they're really like, huge massive boulder
http://www.box.net/shared/jgqjsaf0jc
Sunday, August 24, 2008
"Che Che Cole" - Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra
what up everyone,
hope everyone had a good weekend. man, i heard today's song for the first time on saturday morning i couldn't stop salivating; so i'm stoked to bring it forth to ya'll. for real, ain't afraid to admit that i'm quite ignant when it comes to world music; for real though, there's so much "english" language stuff that's out there and undiscovered that i don't have time, focus or the infrastructure (access to fired plantains, gold chains, and my closest friend with a lot of chest hair was really a japanese guy and he moved back to his home country of brazil).
this song is so hype and it just has this whole "let's have a good time" vibe to it. either way, not to take up much more of your time; throw this song on, spray your axe deodorant and go rock some girl's hips. if you're a girl, it'll make it that much hotter.
caliente!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/tj99am2jcn
CHE CHE COLE
Vamos todos a bailar
al estilo africano
si no lo sabes bailar
yo te enseñaré mi hermano.
A ti te gusta la bomba
y te gusta el baquiné
para que goces ahora,
africano es el bembé.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeiyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (que bueno e’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (Coqui saranga……)
Caca chilanga, (Caca chilanga……)
Ayeiyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve……)
Oye tú sentado allá
pareces venezolano
ven aquí vamo’ a bailar
que todos somos hermanos.
Lo bailan en Venezuela,
lo bailan en Panamá.
Este ritmo es africano
y donde quiera vá acabar.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (te re cumbe’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (no me age rrelajanda……)
Caca chilanga, (baile la malanga……)
Ayeyeee, (aver que e pachanga no e……)
Ya yo sé que te gustó,
quieres bailarlo otra vez,
bailalo en la punta del pie
y veras que bueno es.
Ya yo sé que te gustó,
quieres bailarlo otra vez
pues ponte bien los zapatos
que los tienes al revés.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (que bueno e’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (Coqui saranga……)
Caca chilanga, (Caca chilanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve……)
hope everyone had a good weekend. man, i heard today's song for the first time on saturday morning i couldn't stop salivating; so i'm stoked to bring it forth to ya'll. for real, ain't afraid to admit that i'm quite ignant when it comes to world music; for real though, there's so much "english" language stuff that's out there and undiscovered that i don't have time, focus or the infrastructure (access to fired plantains, gold chains, and my closest friend with a lot of chest hair was really a japanese guy and he moved back to his home country of brazil).
this song is so hype and it just has this whole "let's have a good time" vibe to it. either way, not to take up much more of your time; throw this song on, spray your axe deodorant and go rock some girl's hips. if you're a girl, it'll make it that much hotter.
caliente!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/tj99am2jcn
CHE CHE COLE
Vamos todos a bailar
al estilo africano
si no lo sabes bailar
yo te enseñaré mi hermano.
A ti te gusta la bomba
y te gusta el baquiné
para que goces ahora,
africano es el bembé.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeiyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (que bueno e’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (Coqui saranga……)
Caca chilanga, (Caca chilanga……)
Ayeiyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve……)
Oye tú sentado allá
pareces venezolano
ven aquí vamo’ a bailar
que todos somos hermanos.
Lo bailan en Venezuela,
lo bailan en Panamá.
Este ritmo es africano
y donde quiera vá acabar.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (te re cumbe’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (no me age rrelajanda……)
Caca chilanga, (baile la malanga……)
Ayeyeee, (aver que e pachanga no e……)
Ya yo sé que te gustó,
quieres bailarlo otra vez,
bailalo en la punta del pie
y veras que bueno es.
Ya yo sé que te gustó,
quieres bailarlo otra vez
pues ponte bien los zapatos
que los tienes al revés.
CORO:
Che che colé, (que bueno e’………)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga (ay viene la malanga……)
Caca chilanga, (viene de catanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve………)
Che che colé, (que bueno e’……)
Che che cofriza, (muerto e’ la risa……)
Coqui saranga, (Coqui saranga……)
Caca chilanga, (Caca chilanga……)
Ayeyeee, (a ver e’ tu lo ve……)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
"Dirty Version" - Voxtrot
hello all,
since there are a bunch of new people on this list, and i'm taking a break in between writing pure pieces of genius (for blake to print out and wipe her dirty butt with), and this song came on, and rarely fails to send chills down my spine, and many people will probably never hear this song if it weren't for me, and it's a great song (that will hopefully send a thunderbolt down your spine unless you have scoliosis then it might take longer), and i found so many gems of lyrics between stanzas, in bars, and makes me wish i was at a bar, to drown my sorrows, actually to take a step back, i have nothing to be sorrowful about, but hearing this song made me wish i had something to be sorrowful about, so that i could go to a bar and drown them, or maybe even jump off the pier and drown myself, and this song is one of those songs where no matter what you're doing at your computer -- watching a breakdance video on youtube, or reading the latest team usa basketball news headlines or how the 40 year old virgin guy stabbed his girlfriend or transferring money from your savings to your checkings to hold you off till friday or whatever when you hear this song it'll just make you pause and direct your eyes to the empty space between you and what's directly away from you, because this song is incredible and i think they did it to me on purpose because i swear, i haven't blinked, nor slept, for years because now i'm hearing this song and i have no shame that the frigid air conditioning in this panera bread co. is tic-taccing my nipples, because the only thing that matters to me at this moment is the hollowness of this song and the fact that it makes me feel bad, but bad in a good way that makes me feel great, but then leaves me longing for something so ugly that it leaves me -- with this beautiful sorrow that gets me stirring my emotions so that when i hear this song the heart pumping is not something i hear from her but something i feel, in me.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/da3ht7j1mc
since there are a bunch of new people on this list, and i'm taking a break in between writing pure pieces of genius (for blake to print out and wipe her dirty butt with), and this song came on, and rarely fails to send chills down my spine, and many people will probably never hear this song if it weren't for me, and it's a great song (that will hopefully send a thunderbolt down your spine unless you have scoliosis then it might take longer), and i found so many gems of lyrics between stanzas, in bars, and makes me wish i was at a bar, to drown my sorrows, actually to take a step back, i have nothing to be sorrowful about, but hearing this song made me wish i had something to be sorrowful about, so that i could go to a bar and drown them, or maybe even jump off the pier and drown myself, and this song is one of those songs where no matter what you're doing at your computer -- watching a breakdance video on youtube, or reading the latest team usa basketball news headlines or how the 40 year old virgin guy stabbed his girlfriend or transferring money from your savings to your checkings to hold you off till friday or whatever when you hear this song it'll just make you pause and direct your eyes to the empty space between you and what's directly away from you, because this song is incredible and i think they did it to me on purpose because i swear, i haven't blinked, nor slept, for years because now i'm hearing this song and i have no shame that the frigid air conditioning in this panera bread co. is tic-taccing my nipples, because the only thing that matters to me at this moment is the hollowness of this song and the fact that it makes me feel bad, but bad in a good way that makes me feel great, but then leaves me longing for something so ugly that it leaves me -- with this beautiful sorrow that gets me stirring my emotions so that when i hear this song the heart pumping is not something i hear from her but something i feel, in me.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/da3ht7j1mc
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