Thursday, June 28, 2012
We're stuck with each other, far apart. Stuck apart. Let's connect, like a bully and the bullied, let's let our thoughts be preoccupied with each other until the last bell rings and we have to meet to settle ourselves; the relief of not having to think about each other and instead to be able to finally release the thoughts.
Here I'm preoccupied with Red Night by TVO, out July 2nd e.g. dead soon, on the excellent Broken 60 tape label. I won't remember it for you wholesale here, rather just go click on the soundcloud links and get your immersion tank warmed, then get on the orderage and nab yourself some future magneticals.
Here I'm immersing in Dem Hunger / Wanda Group / The Hers / Susie Sahara / Shelley Duvall / Hav Lyfe / Umbro G, still. I got on alienpaint.tumblr.com and fed myself a feed of all the free mediafire / bandcamp uploads he's been sharing. Get involved in GET INVOLVED IN MY THROAT. Get yerself to the CLEANERS. Spend but 1UKPOUND and have an individualised, bespoke, one-off, handcrafted CDR made and sent to you. EARTH INSIDER.
ccc-ed to your mum.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Precarious times. So they live embedded in so many online identities they keep forgetting that they drive content elsewhere. Drive this:
what follows is a tracklist. Nuffin long. 15mins, 11 tracks, 21MB.
So I'd fill you in, but that would be to assume that blogs are still a viable online currency. Or, rather, to assume that you are still a viable online identity, one which reads blogs, one which blogs, one which isn't stuck outside, one which has value, one with attitudes (regardless if attitudes, being mostly nonexistent, are more or less unviable).
So here we are. Listening and sharing, just like the oldener days. Some people died, some people grafted, each of us travelled somewhere, and here we meet to join up eyes and ears on a common driven content. Our mutual gaze isn't going out of style. Our capacity for mutuality will outlast us. EVEN us.