Solid Minimal

Takuya Morita's Woman And Shadow is minimal techno that doesn't suck like all those S_nim and Italian releases. Buy it on D i s c o g s right now for two bucks plus the cost of convenient shipping to your home, you lazy fuck.

Dark Horse

Pay more attention to Anders Ilar. He's been modestly releasing great records for nearly a decade; I own at least 8 of them. I love the dark, sometimes acidic, and always delicious sounds from this guy. Speaking of which, his contribution to Radio Recordings Four is my favorite track on that compilation. The bassline is deep and sinister. The tempo is slow and easy. Anyone have a copy of the 2x12" for trade? Need that one.
Looks like Resident Advisor hosted an Ilar mix last year. That's cool. I don't really pay attention to stuff like that. When it comes to taste, I'm an island. Aren't you? In fact, why are you reading this...? Go find your own gems.
Nah, kidding. Share The Love, kids!

Rhythm & Sound - Roll Off

I've bought five copies of this record. They all have (unintended) surface noise throughout side S, the silver side. Inscribed is "D & M" so the masters were cut at Dubplates & Mastering. Does anyone have a copy without the repetitive surface noise on side S? I'm hoping that there was more than one black vinyl pressing, and it's possible to get a copy without the pressing defect. Or maybe there are copies in the same run that sound fine. Do all my copies sound like shit because the stampers were used for too many pressings, and my copies came off the tail end of that run...?
Hmm... Quite the quandary.
Does the limited white/grey marbled pressing have this defect as well? I'm just curious. I can't afford that one anyway.

~ Daddy Peacebucks

I Love Too Much

Steve Mizek recently articulated everything I've been thinking about these last few years concerning the growing ease of producing and releasing music, and the problems that the underground dance music community are now having to deal with due to this inflated "abundance". Unfortunately, we aren't finding solutions to minimize the mountains of crap music now being released.
At least record-only releases made the quest for gems possible due to the demands of pressing wax. Pressing a record meant making a commitment to the music. Now it's gotten out of hand with hundreds of thousands of digital labels. And with all the cheap/free software available, anyone can make a hundred tracks in a couple months for under a grand, with a decent laptop and an inexpensive midi controller.

Without further ado...
http://www.littlewhiteearbuds.com/the-trouble-with-abundance/

Reality hurts.

808 The Bass Queen

Yesterday I picked up Egyptian Lover - D.S.L.'s from a local record store for USD$2.50. Original picture sleeve, VG+ after I cleaned it up. Not a particularly valuable record. At least not at the moment. Understandable, as it is quite dated with a bit of frommage. Production-wise, however, this record is timeless. The sound coming from these cuts stands in stark, authoritative contrast to most productions today which are made and mixed digitally. Egyptian Lover's classic 808 programming punches right through the mix.

Even after seeing the suggestive cover artwork, it still took me a minute to figure out what the letters of the title track mean. Duh. I'm slow sometimes. My mind must be elsewhere...

"Sorry For The Delay" (Grizzly Bear)

No worries.
You more than made up for it.

Soylent Night

She was being verbally abusive again. I repeatedly asked her not to speak to me like that. After eating dinner at her parents' home she continued to speak to me in a disrespectful and dehumanizing manner, so I got out of her Audi. Of course, this upset her and she chased me down the street, yelling into the silent suburban air. I refused to go back to the car. I told her if she wanted me to go with her, she could pick me up where I stood. I was being incredibly stubborn, but I had a damn good reason for my behavior. She went back to the car and I stood around for a bit, thinking maybe she would pick me up. She did not return, and I was glad. I decided, masochistically, that I needed a physical reminder of my emotional pain. So I went walking and kept walking.

I was lost. I waved my arms and tried to ask people at intersections for directions. I tried asking politely. I tried shouting. But no one wanted to help because Boulder is the most self-absorbed land on Earth. Exactly where I belonged in that moment. I walked miles in the wrong directions. Eventually I went into a hospital emergency room because that's all I could find that was open before 6am on Christmas Day. The guy at the front desk gave me directions so I could walk back and get my shit from her house before driving back to my apartment.

I walked at least 15 miles, from 2am - 9am, in zero degree weather, and She wanted to have a 'conversation' when I got to her house. She wanted to know why I left her car even though I had already told her exactly why. And no answer I gave satisfied her. She wasn't letting me leave her room. I had my things in my arms and couldn't physically move her from the doorway. Even when I successfully moved her a couple feet away, I'd try to open the door and she would slam it shut. I was incredibly exhausted after walking all night and She had slept. I tried to escape through a bedroom window, but She pulled me away. I was left with two options: Break her. Or break her things and hopefully She would let me leave. Well, I'm not going to hit her, so I told her if she didn't let me go I would start kicking shit. She didn't let me go. I started kicking shit. And She still didn't let me leave until, finally, her roommates came in and asked me to go, and all I could say to them was "THANK YOU THANK YOU" as I got the rest of my stuff and left. One of them said, "I know it's not your fault" as I was escaping, so perhaps her roommates understood what was happening better than I could. Perhaps they observed similar reigns of control over her previous lovers.
"She makes all her boyfriends miserable."
She's "Harsh." "Demanding." "Insensitive." She's an "uncompromising bitch."
"Didn't anyone tell you not to date [her] before you moved here?"
No.
But if someone had warned me, would I have bothered to listen? Love is blind as They say.

I moved here to have a relationship with her, play music for people, and escape the Midwest.
At least I accomplished one of my goals.

You are right, Levon.
Woman is The Devil.

Damn.
I love women, and one terrible incident isn't going to make me start hating all women. I just don't think I'll be dating any more Aries girls. Fire and water don't mix. Remember that, kids.
Or don't. It's your life. Find out for yourself. How many things would you have done differently, had someone warned you beforehand?
I have no regrets.