what up everyone,
as promised, here's another sigur ros song i'm sending out. not sure what this means but the melody and pulsating "sounds of the congo" drum alludes me to think that this is a powerful song. maybe i'd play this to illustrated a salmon jumping up a waterfall, a 4 year old boy going straight down a sidewalk with the training wheels for the first time, an 86 year old woman succesfully opening a jar of peanut butter without the help of a kitchen towel, a freshly hatched sea turtle making it past the break under a moonlit beach, or maybe an overly dramatic taco bell commercial where the guy is standing on top of the mountain screaming, "i'm full."
the beauty of things that people don't understand is that they can take away from it what they will. the tragedy of it is that despite doing so, they may never understand.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/q4e2xoco4g
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
"Gobbledigook" - Sigur Ros
hello all,
please join me in welcoming stephanie shortsleeve to our humble music group. just to give everyone a little background on how this list came to be. it all started off in an apple focus group (at the agency i was working at). we were talking about what would become the ipod mini and it was only me and this girl in the group. the moderator asked us if we used itunes, i said NO. i go to amoeba (in independent music store in hollywood/nor cal). why? the tangibility aspect of having something in your hands, fingernail razor blades to slice open the plastic wrap, falling in love with the album and mulling over the booklet, trading in the album for credit, a portion of the proceeds benefiting the amazon forest and (most importantly) supporting the local economy.
the girl next to me said her main reluctance was because they didn't have the music she listened to on itunes. WHA WHA WHAT? needless to say that sparked an entire sidebar conversation and continued onto me making her some CDs of the genres we both enjoyed. yes, she was very attractive; otherwise i probably would've just given her a "google that shit, bitch" list of artists i liked. so then, word of my compilations got around and then like 3 people also asked for music...they didn't know much but they knew they liked it...sometimes they didn't and asked me why i liked it...and that's how this whole thing started. and for the past 2 or 3 years people have come and gone. i don't even know half of the people on this list but when they meet me they know me up the wazoo; which is why i ask for introductions...to level the playing field:
them: hey, i know you. you're the loser that always gets rejected by women and lives in this fairytale land where dreams are seamless and you shed jack daniel teardrops.
me: you ain't got nothing on me. i know your favorite color is periwinkle. now what?
hence, here's stephanie's intro:
My friend ____ sent along your email, he and I share a love for live music and new bands. As for a little intro about me, I’m known in most circles as ‘Shortsleeve’ or ‘Shorty’ due to my unusual last name…my favorite band is the Kings of Leon, I think because it gets me back to my southern roots….my favorite food is goldfish crackers, and I’ve never met anyone who loves parades as much as I do, something about smiling and waving to perfect strangers who happily return the favor.
if it weren't for kings of leon being your favorite band, i'd say you were magna cum lade. kiddingly serious. well, today's band i stumbled upon 7 years too late. don't blame me, they're from iceland and i don't have any icelandic friends and all i know is that despite the notion that people say iceland is green and greenland is snowy, iceland is still very snowy. there's no way a country could be that stupid, right? i don't know though...today's song is called gobbledigook, after all.
hey, asians...calm your nerves, i know the title is a little derogatory and we should all impose a boycott of something icelandic and all. how about ice? i'm talking cubed, crushed, shaved. merely typing the word shaved makes me want to do naked pilates in front of the freezer. screw the boycott, you guys are on your own.
but wait, i don't like the way they laugh at us asians in the first few seconds of the song. who do they think we are? after all, we will email bomb them bitches. we are, where, somewhere between indians and ukrainians in terms of information technology prowess. let's flex our skills and caps lock our keyboards and test their spam guards. how dare they use us in the same title with sounds that turkeys make.
i don't care. i'm sending this band out anyway. and be prepared, i've quickly fallen in love with them. i'm sending out at least 3 more songs from them, so be prepared for the indecipherable lyrics and beautiful melodies. this band sends chills down my spine. the sound is so beautiful and it makes me want to hire a prostitute to counterbalance all the gay feelings pulsating through me right now. craigslist "erotic services," here i come! pun definitely intended.
hope this song makes all you guys want to solicit the services of a lady of the night, as well.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/vh6t2izwos
please join me in welcoming stephanie shortsleeve to our humble music group. just to give everyone a little background on how this list came to be. it all started off in an apple focus group (at the agency i was working at). we were talking about what would become the ipod mini and it was only me and this girl in the group. the moderator asked us if we used itunes, i said NO. i go to amoeba (in independent music store in hollywood/nor cal). why? the tangibility aspect of having something in your hands, fingernail razor blades to slice open the plastic wrap, falling in love with the album and mulling over the booklet, trading in the album for credit, a portion of the proceeds benefiting the amazon forest and (most importantly) supporting the local economy.
the girl next to me said her main reluctance was because they didn't have the music she listened to on itunes. WHA WHA WHAT? needless to say that sparked an entire sidebar conversation and continued onto me making her some CDs of the genres we both enjoyed. yes, she was very attractive; otherwise i probably would've just given her a "google that shit, bitch" list of artists i liked. so then, word of my compilations got around and then like 3 people also asked for music...they didn't know much but they knew they liked it...sometimes they didn't and asked me why i liked it...and that's how this whole thing started. and for the past 2 or 3 years people have come and gone. i don't even know half of the people on this list but when they meet me they know me up the wazoo; which is why i ask for introductions...to level the playing field:
them: hey, i know you. you're the loser that always gets rejected by women and lives in this fairytale land where dreams are seamless and you shed jack daniel teardrops.
me: you ain't got nothing on me. i know your favorite color is periwinkle. now what?
hence, here's stephanie's intro:
My friend ____ sent along your email, he and I share a love for live music and new bands. As for a little intro about me, I’m known in most circles as ‘Shortsleeve’ or ‘Shorty’ due to my unusual last name…my favorite band is the Kings of Leon, I think because it gets me back to my southern roots….my favorite food is goldfish crackers, and I’ve never met anyone who loves parades as much as I do, something about smiling and waving to perfect strangers who happily return the favor.
if it weren't for kings of leon being your favorite band, i'd say you were magna cum lade. kiddingly serious. well, today's band i stumbled upon 7 years too late. don't blame me, they're from iceland and i don't have any icelandic friends and all i know is that despite the notion that people say iceland is green and greenland is snowy, iceland is still very snowy. there's no way a country could be that stupid, right? i don't know though...today's song is called gobbledigook, after all.
hey, asians...calm your nerves, i know the title is a little derogatory and we should all impose a boycott of something icelandic and all. how about ice? i'm talking cubed, crushed, shaved. merely typing the word shaved makes me want to do naked pilates in front of the freezer. screw the boycott, you guys are on your own.
but wait, i don't like the way they laugh at us asians in the first few seconds of the song. who do they think we are? after all, we will email bomb them bitches. we are, where, somewhere between indians and ukrainians in terms of information technology prowess. let's flex our skills and caps lock our keyboards and test their spam guards. how dare they use us in the same title with sounds that turkeys make.
i don't care. i'm sending this band out anyway. and be prepared, i've quickly fallen in love with them. i'm sending out at least 3 more songs from them, so be prepared for the indecipherable lyrics and beautiful melodies. this band sends chills down my spine. the sound is so beautiful and it makes me want to hire a prostitute to counterbalance all the gay feelings pulsating through me right now. craigslist "erotic services," here i come! pun definitely intended.
hope this song makes all you guys want to solicit the services of a lady of the night, as well.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/vh6t2izwos
Monday, July 28, 2008
"Lick Shot" - Immortal Technique, Crooked I, Chino XL
what up ya'll,
hope you all had a good weekend. quite nice, yeah?
"revolution"...you won't hear cats in the ghetto talk about it. you won't see their tvs tuned onto it (not while "g's to gents" is airing). but you know these things do affect people, and how can they ever know about it? sometimes, when you're in a position of authority and stuff, you might have an obligation to leverage your position to get some crucial messages across. i like immortal technique for doing this shit. it's all a matter of opinion, but you know, the truth is that a lot of disenfranchised youth look to athletes and rappers as an influential figure and whether or not you want to be a role model, the truth is that you are. and so it's up to you to live for yourself or to sacrifice it for the greater good.
"you try keeping it real, yet you should try keeping it right" - de la soul (stakes is high)
and you know, that's why i find it hard to listen to music that glamorizes shit and makes people feel like shit if they don't cop this or cop that. and the thing i hate the most is when conscious mcs talk about being conscious, but really don't speak out on anything. and the thing that i hate right after that is how people talk about revolution, or how mcs talk about people that only talk about revolution, or even worse...music critics/writers that dog on mcs that talk about revolution and revolutionary anything. no offense to me; trust me, i'm not. what i like about IT is that he actually does talk about specific topics and issues and he's thuggity. i mean, i'm all for that ghetto intellectual shit, that's the shit.
that's what today's song is to me. crooked i is some wack rapper, but you know i get him props for his verse. and of course, there's chino xl...the king of metaphors. now for real, i'd rather box lil wayne and his dad before i ever fuck with chino xl. either way, west coast gangsta shit always lacked this stuff....('cept for 2pac and amerikkka's most wanted).
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/ynr1rf8tcc
hope you all had a good weekend. quite nice, yeah?
"revolution"...you won't hear cats in the ghetto talk about it. you won't see their tvs tuned onto it (not while "g's to gents" is airing). but you know these things do affect people, and how can they ever know about it? sometimes, when you're in a position of authority and stuff, you might have an obligation to leverage your position to get some crucial messages across. i like immortal technique for doing this shit. it's all a matter of opinion, but you know, the truth is that a lot of disenfranchised youth look to athletes and rappers as an influential figure and whether or not you want to be a role model, the truth is that you are. and so it's up to you to live for yourself or to sacrifice it for the greater good.
"you try keeping it real, yet you should try keeping it right" - de la soul (stakes is high)
and you know, that's why i find it hard to listen to music that glamorizes shit and makes people feel like shit if they don't cop this or cop that. and the thing i hate the most is when conscious mcs talk about being conscious, but really don't speak out on anything. and the thing that i hate right after that is how people talk about revolution, or how mcs talk about people that only talk about revolution, or even worse...music critics/writers that dog on mcs that talk about revolution and revolutionary anything. no offense to me; trust me, i'm not. what i like about IT is that he actually does talk about specific topics and issues and he's thuggity. i mean, i'm all for that ghetto intellectual shit, that's the shit.
that's what today's song is to me. crooked i is some wack rapper, but you know i get him props for his verse. and of course, there's chino xl...the king of metaphors. now for real, i'd rather box lil wayne and his dad before i ever fuck with chino xl. either way, west coast gangsta shit always lacked this stuff....('cept for 2pac and amerikkka's most wanted).
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/ynr1rf8tcc
"Hallucinations" - The Raveonettes
what up everyone,
hope you all had a good weekend. man, do i feel bad for ever writing off the raveonettes before truly giving them a chance. but really, don't blame me for thinking they were like some kind of gothic super hero vigilante group, or like, some type of cheerleading squad for a professional football organization.
Not sure what today's song is about and not sure I want to think too hard about it, either. From the sound of it, it seems like it's about a this miserable dude in a miserable relationship and he's about to skidaddle on her, come sunrise. I don't even think it's necessarily about a guy that's about to leave his lover for someone new.
I can totally relate; let me explain. You know sometimes, you're stuck in this relationship and you want out but you can't really bring yourself to do it; I mean...the security, the constants, the familiarty...but you know, when you get into those stupid arguments (over dumb shit), you know there's actually something a lot more to it. So you go to sleep, restless and burnt, and you imagine to yourself that you've met someone new and that you're leaving them forever...hence the hallucination part. Certainly, you'll wake up to the same ol' shit, but while electrified sheets are keeping you from spooning her, and while you're swearing you're going to wait till she falls asleep and you're just going to take off like a thief in the night, and while your eyes are closed, you're fabricating the antithesis, of her. you're dreaming out the things you'd never have the balls to manifest.
enjoy (cowards),
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/pawatbvok4
HALLUCINATIONS
Observe my obsession with someone new
Don't feel like someone new
The connection is real with someone new
In this tomb I call love
I get so lonesome with you
Or without you sweetheart
The hellhound's here
Hallucinate my love
Nothing's real in the morn
When I rise I'll leave you to die
You to die, you to die
hope you all had a good weekend. man, do i feel bad for ever writing off the raveonettes before truly giving them a chance. but really, don't blame me for thinking they were like some kind of gothic super hero vigilante group, or like, some type of cheerleading squad for a professional football organization.
Not sure what today's song is about and not sure I want to think too hard about it, either. From the sound of it, it seems like it's about a this miserable dude in a miserable relationship and he's about to skidaddle on her, come sunrise. I don't even think it's necessarily about a guy that's about to leave his lover for someone new.
I can totally relate; let me explain. You know sometimes, you're stuck in this relationship and you want out but you can't really bring yourself to do it; I mean...the security, the constants, the familiarty...but you know, when you get into those stupid arguments (over dumb shit), you know there's actually something a lot more to it. So you go to sleep, restless and burnt, and you imagine to yourself that you've met someone new and that you're leaving them forever...hence the hallucination part. Certainly, you'll wake up to the same ol' shit, but while electrified sheets are keeping you from spooning her, and while you're swearing you're going to wait till she falls asleep and you're just going to take off like a thief in the night, and while your eyes are closed, you're fabricating the antithesis, of her. you're dreaming out the things you'd never have the balls to manifest.
enjoy (cowards),
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/pawatbvok4
HALLUCINATIONS
Observe my obsession with someone new
Don't feel like someone new
The connection is real with someone new
In this tomb I call love
I get so lonesome with you
Or without you sweetheart
The hellhound's here
Hallucinate my love
Nothing's real in the morn
When I rise I'll leave you to die
You to die, you to die
Monday, July 21, 2008
"Goodby to the Mother and the Cove" - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Whewww....I'm all winded just typing that subject line. Good lord.
Anywho, hope everyone had a good weekend. When did "who" sneak into the conversation as an acceptable replacement for anyway? And when are when, what, why and where going to share a similar fate? Will they ever?
As I listen to Clap Your Hands, the only thing that comes to mind is how I'm sitting here, typing on a granite kitchen countertop while all this awesome music is being created all over NYC right now; which is where CYHSY started. That's where I want to be. In C+C Music Factory.
Anywhy, today's song is about a guy being in love with his friend. Ahhh, tell me that's never happened to any of you before and I'll just be like, "whatever. anywhen!"
-- Sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/84scf3v48g
Anywho, hope everyone had a good weekend. When did "who" sneak into the conversation as an acceptable replacement for anyway? And when are when, what, why and where going to share a similar fate? Will they ever?
As I listen to Clap Your Hands, the only thing that comes to mind is how I'm sitting here, typing on a granite kitchen countertop while all this awesome music is being created all over NYC right now; which is where CYHSY started. That's where I want to be. In C+C Music Factory.
Anywhy, today's song is about a guy being in love with his friend. Ahhh, tell me that's never happened to any of you before and I'll just be like, "whatever. anywhen!"
-- Sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/84scf3v48g
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
"The Healer/Hip Hop" - Erykah Badu
what up ya'll?
fuck, what a gem i stumbled upon just by putting this on random. man, i gotta admit, erykah badu isn't an mc, but fuck neither is mary j blige. how the fuck did she get crowned the queen of hip hop? that's bullshit and i'll argue with anyone over that shit.
if there is anyone that is deserving of it, i'd say lauryn hill...she's mad soulful, has a beautiful voice, has the class and beauty of a queen and she is one of the best mc's of all time (boy or girl). don't deny me; i'll resend vocab and ya'll can hear how she rips that shit. you hear her voice and you feel this stuff inside of you that'll make you wish you were black; if anything, if you ever wanted to be black..listening to lauryn hill would take you one step closer to it. ask all them crazy white girls on this list....they'll vouch. it's almost to the point where if they ever got caught saying a racist joke, their only resort may be like "i totally listened to "the miseducation..." like 3 times a week for 2 years." or like, "see how edgy and cool i am? i went to roscoes." but if i did see someone listening to lauryn, i'd be at least like, "aight, you still racist but at least......."
if anything, erykah badu should reign supreme over mary j. she's down for it....i mean, she fucked and fucked over some important figures....andre and common...and then the supreme wonderboy jay electronica. i don't know man...she does shit and makes people get all eclectic and stuff. hearing this song really fucking drives me crazy. fuck, she has so much soul.
she's one of those apples in the tree where no matter how sweet the one in your hand is, you want to reach higher and higher and just get that one fucking hard-to-reach apple. you know you gotta drop the one in your hand to jump higher....you'll never get it; and you'll leave hungrier than ever. but as the hours pass, and after you've jumped a million times, and after you know you'll never get that apple, you'll wish you never let go of that one apple you had...
but at least you've increased your hops game.
-- sonnyred
i hate being cocky, but it's in my nature sometimes, and come on, that was a funny one. i'm a little drunk and i ate dinner at the new father's office (in culver city) so don't fuck with me.....you can't bring me down (yes scott, i just quoted suicidal tendencies).
if you pay attention....you'll notice the lyrics pay tribute to j dilla. guys, you may or may not be as into hip hop as me, and most of you guys may have never heard of j dilla if it weren't for this music list...but this cat is mad important. pay attention. i will go on and say that he is greater than 2pac, greater than biggie, jammaster jay, scott larock (boogie down productions), big l or even eazy e. i'm not saying this because he is the greatest producer or mc or founded a whole new genre of music....i'm not saying that at all. it's the hip hop artists, themselves, that are...he's immortalized through other people..his legacy is left through other people. eazy e is a pioneer, biggie is arguably the "best mc," 2pac shit..people still wear shirts with him on it and they taught a class at ucla on his poetry. but what makes j dilla so great is that he's behind the scenes. he's the ghost that you don't know is there.
he's the $20 bill in your jeans pocket that you never knew you had.
fuck, you know how passionate i am about this culture...how the fuck can you ever, EVER expect me to dance to soulja boy at a club? am i a music snob? am i too cool for school? ever think it's just because i care too much? for fuck's sake.
i swear, if i had a girlfriend i'd make hard, freak accident-jaws of life love to her right now. now accepting applications. be sexy. but if you can't, then be gentle.
http://www.box.net/shared/5jt8049sg4
THE HEALER
Humdi Lila Allah Jehova
Yahweh Dios Ma'ad Jah
Rastafara fyah dance, sex, music, hip-hop
It's bigger than religion
hip-hop
it's bigger than my nigga
hip-hop
it's bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one is fa' Dilla, hip-hop...
(humdi luli la, humdi luli la lilulo, humdi lulila humdi lulilaaa...)
we ain't..
dead said the children don't believe it
We just made ourselves invisible..
underwater, stove-top,
blue flame scientist come out with your scales up..
get baptized in the ocean of the hungry
(Humdi luli lalilulo, Humdi lulilalilu)
My niggas turn in to gods,
walls come tumblin...(aaahhh)
Chorus
Humdi lila Allah jehova
yahweh dios ma'ad jah
Rastafara fyah dance,
sex, music, hip-hop
It's bigger than religion
hip-hop
it's bigger than my niggas
hip-hop
it's bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one is the healer, hip-hop...
(humdi luli la, humdi lulilalilulo, humdi lulila, humdi lulilaaaa)
Told you
we aint dead yet
we been livin' through your internet
you don't have to believe everything you think
we've been programmed
wake up, we miss you.
they call you indigo, we call you Africa..
go get baptized in the ocean
of the people SAY
(Humdi luli lalulilo)
say reboot, refresh, restart..
fresh page,
new day,
o.g.'s,
new key...
(humdi lulila, humdi lulila lilulo, humdi luli la, humdilulila)
fuck, what a gem i stumbled upon just by putting this on random. man, i gotta admit, erykah badu isn't an mc, but fuck neither is mary j blige. how the fuck did she get crowned the queen of hip hop? that's bullshit and i'll argue with anyone over that shit.
if there is anyone that is deserving of it, i'd say lauryn hill...she's mad soulful, has a beautiful voice, has the class and beauty of a queen and she is one of the best mc's of all time (boy or girl). don't deny me; i'll resend vocab and ya'll can hear how she rips that shit. you hear her voice and you feel this stuff inside of you that'll make you wish you were black; if anything, if you ever wanted to be black..listening to lauryn hill would take you one step closer to it. ask all them crazy white girls on this list....they'll vouch. it's almost to the point where if they ever got caught saying a racist joke, their only resort may be like "i totally listened to "the miseducation..." like 3 times a week for 2 years." or like, "see how edgy and cool i am? i went to roscoes." but if i did see someone listening to lauryn, i'd be at least like, "aight, you still racist but at least......."
if anything, erykah badu should reign supreme over mary j. she's down for it....i mean, she fucked and fucked over some important figures....andre and common...and then the supreme wonderboy jay electronica. i don't know man...she does shit and makes people get all eclectic and stuff. hearing this song really fucking drives me crazy. fuck, she has so much soul.
she's one of those apples in the tree where no matter how sweet the one in your hand is, you want to reach higher and higher and just get that one fucking hard-to-reach apple. you know you gotta drop the one in your hand to jump higher....you'll never get it; and you'll leave hungrier than ever. but as the hours pass, and after you've jumped a million times, and after you know you'll never get that apple, you'll wish you never let go of that one apple you had...
but at least you've increased your hops game.
-- sonnyred
i hate being cocky, but it's in my nature sometimes, and come on, that was a funny one. i'm a little drunk and i ate dinner at the new father's office (in culver city) so don't fuck with me.....you can't bring me down (yes scott, i just quoted suicidal tendencies).
if you pay attention....you'll notice the lyrics pay tribute to j dilla. guys, you may or may not be as into hip hop as me, and most of you guys may have never heard of j dilla if it weren't for this music list...but this cat is mad important. pay attention. i will go on and say that he is greater than 2pac, greater than biggie, jammaster jay, scott larock (boogie down productions), big l or even eazy e. i'm not saying this because he is the greatest producer or mc or founded a whole new genre of music....i'm not saying that at all. it's the hip hop artists, themselves, that are...he's immortalized through other people..his legacy is left through other people. eazy e is a pioneer, biggie is arguably the "best mc," 2pac shit..people still wear shirts with him on it and they taught a class at ucla on his poetry. but what makes j dilla so great is that he's behind the scenes. he's the ghost that you don't know is there.
he's the $20 bill in your jeans pocket that you never knew you had.
fuck, you know how passionate i am about this culture...how the fuck can you ever, EVER expect me to dance to soulja boy at a club? am i a music snob? am i too cool for school? ever think it's just because i care too much? for fuck's sake.
i swear, if i had a girlfriend i'd make hard, freak accident-jaws of life love to her right now. now accepting applications. be sexy. but if you can't, then be gentle.
http://www.box.net/shared/5jt8049sg4
THE HEALER
Humdi Lila Allah Jehova
Yahweh Dios Ma'ad Jah
Rastafara fyah dance, sex, music, hip-hop
It's bigger than religion
hip-hop
it's bigger than my nigga
hip-hop
it's bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one is fa' Dilla, hip-hop...
(humdi luli la, humdi luli la lilulo, humdi lulila humdi lulilaaa...)
we ain't..
dead said the children don't believe it
We just made ourselves invisible..
underwater, stove-top,
blue flame scientist come out with your scales up..
get baptized in the ocean of the hungry
(Humdi luli lalilulo, Humdi lulilalilu)
My niggas turn in to gods,
walls come tumblin...(aaahhh)
Chorus
Humdi lila Allah jehova
yahweh dios ma'ad jah
Rastafara fyah dance,
sex, music, hip-hop
It's bigger than religion
hip-hop
it's bigger than my niggas
hip-hop
it's bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one is the healer, hip-hop...
(humdi luli la, humdi lulilalilulo, humdi lulila, humdi lulilaaaa)
Told you
we aint dead yet
we been livin' through your internet
you don't have to believe everything you think
we've been programmed
wake up, we miss you.
they call you indigo, we call you Africa..
go get baptized in the ocean
of the people SAY
(Humdi luli lalulilo)
say reboot, refresh, restart..
fresh page,
new day,
o.g.'s,
new key...
(humdi lulila, humdi lulila lilulo, humdi luli la, humdilulila)
Monday, July 7, 2008
"The Killing Moon" - Echo and the Bunnymen
hello all,
hope you all had a lovely 4th of july weekend. couldn't have asked for much more....nice waves, spent it with many of you and had some interesting encounters with ugly women..or ugly encounters with interesting women...either way, beautiful thoughts abound.
so yeah, if you send me a song to consider, don't send me a damn myspace link, send me a track. upload that shit for me, son! whatever. today's song is a little creepy crawly classic from one of the awesomnest soundtracks of all time, donnie darko. and the scene for this song is equally amazing.
but uhh, i'm wondering why "n" has to come along when i type in awesomnest. like, what fucking high standards that letter has? even awesome isn't good enough for it. i'm so damm pissed off at that fumking letter right mow.
i aim't gomma talk shit amymore. emjoy.
sommyred
http://www.box.net/shared/5tumcgjggo
hope you all had a lovely 4th of july weekend. couldn't have asked for much more....nice waves, spent it with many of you and had some interesting encounters with ugly women..or ugly encounters with interesting women...either way, beautiful thoughts abound.
so yeah, if you send me a song to consider, don't send me a damn myspace link, send me a track. upload that shit for me, son! whatever. today's song is a little creepy crawly classic from one of the awesomnest soundtracks of all time, donnie darko. and the scene for this song is equally amazing.
but uhh, i'm wondering why "n" has to come along when i type in awesomnest. like, what fucking high standards that letter has? even awesome isn't good enough for it. i'm so damm pissed off at that fumking letter right mow.
i aim't gomma talk shit amymore. emjoy.
sommyred
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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
"Face Like Summer" - Gorky's Zygotic Mynci
hello all,
what a bummer; this song has been around since 2000 and i just heard it/the band for the first time (10 minutes ago) and now they're gone. i tried looking them up and it appears they've broken up! what a shame....man, they sound so familiar, like "the shout out louds" or something. here i go, making these analytical assumptions that are based on nothing more than atmosphere.
what is it about this song that i like? i like the somber melody, the simplicity and of course the harmonizing with the girl. i just love that (reminds me of "a plain morning" by dashboard confessional) weaving....making gingham out of stripes. and at first the song sounds rather cheesy, but there is this undeniable conviction in their voices.
give it its due process by throwing on some headphones when you listen to this. stop what you're doing (it's less than 3:00 long). but, if you really want to enjoy the song as much as possible, drive up to sunset blvd and pch (sunset point break for all your surfers, gladstones for all you shitty, fried seafood lovers) around 8:00 tonight, bring a bottle of pinot noir, go sit on the rocks and relisten to this song -- on repeat as you swig, think and drink your way to its bottom. bring a piece of paper and a pen, and write just one word on it, seal it up, and throw it into the ocean. one word, any word.
...and i guarantee it won't be anywhere close to "diarrhea."
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
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what a bummer; this song has been around since 2000 and i just heard it/the band for the first time (10 minutes ago) and now they're gone. i tried looking them up and it appears they've broken up! what a shame....man, they sound so familiar, like "the shout out louds" or something. here i go, making these analytical assumptions that are based on nothing more than atmosphere.
what is it about this song that i like? i like the somber melody, the simplicity and of course the harmonizing with the girl. i just love that (reminds me of "a plain morning" by dashboard confessional) weaving....making gingham out of stripes. and at first the song sounds rather cheesy, but there is this undeniable conviction in their voices.
give it its due process by throwing on some headphones when you listen to this. stop what you're doing (it's less than 3:00 long). but, if you really want to enjoy the song as much as possible, drive up to sunset blvd and pch (sunset point break for all your surfers, gladstones for all you shitty, fried seafood lovers) around 8:00 tonight, bring a bottle of pinot noir, go sit on the rocks and relisten to this song -- on repeat as you swig, think and drink your way to its bottom. bring a piece of paper and a pen, and write just one word on it, seal it up, and throw it into the ocean. one word, any word.
...and i guarantee it won't be anywhere close to "diarrhea."
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
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