Into playlists again.
Eh? (Disc 1)
Eh? (Disc 2)
Made this one for the New Year's Eve trip to the shore with Crazy Carl. (A few changes have been made, dude. You know why.) The mix strives for universality, as you'll hear-- I can think of only one major personal conceit on it. Song titles have been changed to maintain the surprise factor. I'm sure you all can figure most of them out, well I hope so, because I'm not doing a tracklist. Would love some feedback.
I'm almost caught up on music. A few things I belatedly enjoyed from 2007:
Ame - Fiori
Baby Oliver - Shot Caller
Discemi - Data Sapiens (Radio Slave Rmx) [I know I've already talked about how much I like the track, but I like it a lot more than his Deetron remix everybody jizzes over. But that new Partial Arts one...]
Black Dice - Load Blown (Can't believe I didn't make time to hear this last year.)
Stars of the Lid - And Their Refinement of the Decline
M&E - R&B Drunkie
Optimo - Walkabout
Melchior Productions Ltd. -No Disco Future
De A-Sides: Man Man is this really good band from Philly. But let me get serious. The record has moments, just too few of them, and you can hear the urge to just make a record / art, which probably is really just an urge to be in a band, be considered cool, get laid. So many of the songs turn into Fountains of Wayne rips, and, believe me, that's an accurate description. The guy who was my ride to high school loved that fucking band. Fountains of Wayne will always be a 5.7. But the review did kind of suck. Misuse of "fey", or a correct use of the 4th most common usage? No good. And how in the sweet everlasting love of fuck can you call The A-Sides "orch-pop"?
I'm liking the new Excepter record Debt Dept., and even with releases from The Juan Maclean and Hercules & Love Affair looming, the Atlas Sound record will enamor me for the rest of the year. In terms of tracks, obviously, "Blind" and "Happy House."
Every now and then my dad discovers some bizarre and seemingly irrelevant record that is absolutely amazing. Recently, he asked me home to do him the favor of putting a few records onto my old iPod, one of which was the original score to an obscure film, The Mission. Turns out to be Ennio Morricone, and absolutely one of the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful pieces of music I've ever listened to.
One more thing on the music topic. I don't know what's going on with Peedi Crakk, but the fact that he doesn't have hundreds of mixtapes available exclusively to the Philadelphia market pisses me off.
Vonnegut's Slapstick struck me as a kind of masterpiece, supremely fluid and funny.
I love Dashiell Hammett. His prose is truly elegant and his dialogue slick. Everything is precise, efficient, plausible, purposeful, real, and altogether human, which makes it very hard to put his stuff down. He tells the best stories.
This is definitely the last post I'm ever going to force.
I ask you, readers, why doesn't anything happen in Philadelphia? I leave you the charge, city. As for us, it's like a very wise man from SJP once said, "Expect Less." He's now a serious Muay Thai kickboxer.
