Some recent music…enjoy.
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Everything, Everything Makes Me Mad!
Go-Go Gadgets! New Music! Hot Damn and Happy Friday!
More Fun With Charlie Zero
Earlier this year, C0 and I collaborated on some words and sounds.
We liked the results so much, we decided to put some more tracks together and – well – now we’ve got an EP out for you to dig on.
The name of the project is Sleep Sigil. The EP is entitled Hogwash Curses and you can listen to that mofo from your internet-connected device over at Bandcamp: https://sleepsigil.bandcamp.com/releases
Let us know what you think. We’re excited to share the work with you.
Wild Chickens In Hawai’i
They got wild chickens in Hawai’i
They got robot cars on Mars
They got luminescent fish in the deep
They got meat made out of veggies
They got talking frigerators
But they ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
No, they ain’t found a way
No, they ain’t found a way
They ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
Oh, I wish that they might
Find a way to ground your flight
But they ain’t found no way that keeps you close to me
They got dogs that speak to humans
They got kitties using toilets
They got pills that make the sour things turn sweet
They got doorbells always watching
They got facial recognition
But they ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
No, they ain’t found a way
No, they ain’t found a way
They ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
Oh, I wish that they found
Some way to keep you hanging ’round
But they ain’t found no way that keeps you close to me
Yeah, they got pillows that play music
They got millions of flavors
They got light to whiten up your crooked teeth
They got islands getting drowned
And they got countries a’fire
But they ain’t found no way that keeps you close to me
No, they ain’t found a way
No, they ain’t found a way
They ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
Oh, I wish that they would
Find a way to keep you here for good
But they ain’t found that way to keep you close to me
They ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
They ain’t found a way to stop you being free
No, they ain’t found a way to tell you how to be
They ain’t found way
Never gonna find a way
That might make you stay
They ain’t found a way to keep you close to me
The Boy, Crying
The old woman,
with gnarled hand,
passed the dark vial
over the threshold.
Inside the fount,
a rank substance, vile,
terrifying the young boy
whose hands gripped it tight.
The giving of the vial
was the final sign
that the old woman
was about to die.
The boy stood
at the door, crying
with his eyes wide open.
The boy
had a bandage
on the top
of his head.
The old woman,
with tall body
and large scar
crossing her face,
her gauzy, grey eyes
focused on forgetting.
She pulled the bandage
off of the boy’s head.
From the foul wound
protruded a string.
The old woman pulled
the thin, wispy string
and the little boy cried
aloud in dismay.
She pulled at the string
until a small, silver stick
came out of his head.
It was a rare instrument.
“You’re supposed to play it
just once, fair and free!”
the old lady shouted
with authority.
“I can’t possibly
be responsible
for any mishaps!”
The boy was frightened,
yet he dare not make a move.
“You’re supposed to play it now!”
she frantically yelled,
“Stop wasting time.
Play or die and play well!”
The young boy stared
helplessly
sobbing,
shaking, unsure.
And when he looked up
at the woman once more…
Such an old woman,
with her grey, saucer eyes
and what frightening grin
came then to her face.
The young man stared
in salt-stained disbelief.
She was so beautiful,
his talented wife.
So he played the silver stick
and he played it some more
and he left the little boy
crying there at the door.
Where the wind meets the pixel is a song like the ocean
“Where the four winds meet
I hope to find you
Where the cliffs drop
I pray to leave you
Where the clouds erupt
You will see the key”
That is the only song by a particular songwriter
And when that song comes in…
For many people, songs are very important,
Especially if it’s their song playing on the radio.
For those of us who never understood the popular music…it can feel _______________________________.
But it also feels strange.
Don’t let it be one of those songs that fails to get you out of bed in the morning.
Let your song be one that keeps you off the streets and helps you from getting lost in the world; that stops you from running away and not thinking about tomorrow.
An ocean before you. Around you.
Sky above.
This is that feeling that you receive from a music.
It’s a record
isyouisorisyouaint, Threats
Give it a listen:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/threats/1455734714
https://open.spotify.com/album/2sppPsesMHSD92lKxKHFV9?si=qaeyvyk5RpGChfG0_gGjUA
https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Isyouisorisyouaint_Threats?id=Bnxvkmou5akaozemos2xw6hf4o4
Making this record is how I spent this cold, frozey winter. I hope it resonates with you.
Are You There God? It’s Me, Volume, Reverb, & Resonance
Sometimes,
in the shower,
I sing as though I’m
Peter Garrett from
Midnight Oil.
Often,
I sing pop rap songs
in Peter’s voice.
Try this:
First, sing “Beds
Are Burning” to
remind yourself
of Peter’s delivery.
Then, sing “Baby
Got Back.” Now,
don’t you feel good?
Today,
I sang “Don’t You
Forget About Me.”
It sounded awesome.
But, I was in the shower,
where acoustics
are much more friendly
and everybody
screams your name.
Listen of the Week: Shabazz Palaces
Quazarz Born On A Gangster Star & Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, by Shabazz Palaces
“[I]magine an alternate universe where the trappings of success lead hip-hop’s anti-heroes to devise their own trap. Sound too close to home? Well, that’s exactly what the protagonist encounters among the ‘ethers of the Migosphere here on Drake world.’ But Quazarz hasn’t come to destroy; he’s come to deconstruct and shine a light.”
http://www.npr.org/2017/07/06/535282090/first-listen-shabazz-palaces-quazarz-born-on-a-gangster-star
Listen of the Week: Brockhampton
Saturation, by Brockhampton
“HEAT,” in particular, with its blown-out bass and frantic vocals, explodes with id—a moment of catharsis for both the rappers and the listener. McLennon’s “I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms” sounds more proud than afraid.
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/brockhampton-saturation/