Wednesday, April 29, 2009

We're All Fucked! (Not Really)

Swine Flu. (Not caused by eating pork.) Daily suicide bombings. Large chunks of ice, the size of Rhode Island, break off Antarctic Shelf. (Still think global warming isn't real? C'mon meow.)
Oh, and there's this whole recession thing too.
Yeah. Kinda sucks. And not in that "oh god yes that feels fucking great" kind-of-way.

Escape!
Drug and alcohol sales are at all-time highs. Why pay off .02% of your credit card debt when you can use that money to instead buy a gram, a quarter, a few pills, or that bottle on the top shelf? If you feel like shit today, you're probably going to feel like shit tomorrow. Might as well feel like a rockstar for a few hours now while you can. Fuck it. You may not have a home next month. You may apply to work at McDonalds and be turned away because they're already flooded with applications. Worse, you may even get that fucking job.

The world is in upheaval and amidst the shit music being pumped out of bloated udders, there is still that small trickle of genius. Tracks being made by the real heads. The hungry. The ones who want it so bad they would probably die (or kill themselves) if they had their sampler/laptop/Machinedrum repossessed. Because these artists are the possessed.

Keepin' it real:
Wireman
Atheus
Kris Wadsworth
Tin Man

(No need to mention MLZ, Portable, Redshape, T++, Newworldaquarium, Andy Stott, Omar-S, Mike Huckaby, Luke Hess, Shed, Quantec, Let's Go Outside, Claro Intelecto, Schatrax, Bvdub, or Marko Furstenberg because you already know about these guys and buy their records, right? RIGHT...???)

Escape with music.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Universal Language

I brought my Korg ES-1 to Easter lunch today. The younger people were keenly interested in it.
I had to leave it in the car at first because my mom doesn't understand.
Music is an ice breaker.