The Radio function in Spotify is a favourite of mine.
Mostly I choose the ‘60s radio. I love hearing those songs hiphop producers later sampled from.
To name just a few. The fun part is trying to remember where you have heard that lyric or that beat from.
You should give it a try, if you haven’t already.
Having a mind that refuses to think about anything except one thing. And not enough sleep… It fucks you up.
Everyday you have to face the facts with no way to change them. Not being able to sleep. Not being able to let go… It fucks you up.
Realising you are no longer doing something productive. You panic. You try to recover. You fail. You are sooo fucked…
Life is rhythm. You find your pace. You pick it up. And before you know it you are back. YOU fuck shit up.
In a good way. Not in some “Falling Down” type shit demanding breakfast at a fast food joint. By the way, did you notice Ms. Folsom taking a box ready to serve as “breakfast” eventhough they were no longer serving it. I call bulshit.
No one can do it for you. You have time. You do what is possible. You work your way through. Maybe even literally. And you listen to a lot of comedy albums on Spotify. Or start a meth addiction. You choose. Both are fine.
Do yourself a favour. Do yourself a couple of favours. Allow yourself to enjoy life. Dream. Act.
Easy to type it. Not so easy to actually do it. Find your pace. Feel the rhythm. Then set the rhythm.
I miss waking up at the edge of the bed…
(Video snippet from House of Cards, season 1, episode 4)
Tom: There’s a way of doing things. If I have a reporter …
Margeret: Two freshmen girls are moving into their dorm room together. One of them’s from Georgia, one of them’s from Connecticut. The girl from Connecticut’s helping her mother put up curtains. The girl from Georgia turns to them and says, “Hi. Where y’all from?” The girl from Connecticut says, “we’re from a place where we know not to end a sentence with a preposition.” The girl from Georgia says, “Oh, beg my pardon. Where y’all from, cunt?” You heard that one before?
Tom: A version of it. With softer language.
Margeret: Tom, we don’t need people who follow the rules. We need people with personality.
That time I jumped out of a plane stuck to another man.
Did you check the video above? Good.
"Little Wing" is not on the album, but how could I not add that clip to this post, right?
I honestly forgot about the new Hendrix album, until a curly Angel emailed me to ask me if I’d like to have it.
I’m not that knowledgeable about Hendrix. Hell, I still have to look up how his name is spelled. What I do know is that he looks like he could be Wiz Khalifa’s father, that he did some crazy ish, but most importantly his sound. You hear a Hendrix song, and you immediately go “That’s Jimmy! Or is it Jimmi? No? Ah, Jimi.”
“People, Hell and Angels" is a great album. It is pure musical enjoyment from beginning to end. Nothing crazy, but good rock music, and all Jimi.
The booklet that comes with the cd contains, next to some pictures, a little background about each track. I may have been listening to the album on Rdio, because I couldn’t import it on my laptop (It was on the fritz.), but I’m glad I got a physical copy as well, thanks to the good People at Sony Music Belgium.
I recommend you get the album and listen (and read!) for yourself.
Remember this guy?
He’s got a new album out. It’s great. Cop that shit! … Or listen to it on your favourite streaming service. Mine for the moment is Rdio. Great app, web - desktop - mobile. No competition. Anyhooo…
Cardboard Castles is the name Watsky’s latest and it’s a beauty. It’s real, funny, emotional and very skillful both lyrically and musically. The skits with the little girl are pretty funny too. And he even got Kate Nash to do vocals on one of the tracks:
See the sun is shining
But you are not smiling
And I don’t know why…