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?
The video used to be called “Pale guy raps fast” but he gained some name and fame, and is now known as (George) Watsky (@gwatsky).
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:
Hey, asshole
See the sun is shining
But you are not smiling
And I don’t know why…
So smile!
So I had a dream last night. It was a very vicarious dream.
Everything happened from my point of view. She was sitting there, talking. I was listening. She was taking her clothes off. I didn’t seem to move. Until she got into the shower and I joined her.
That’s when the dream ended. So it was really a near sex dream. Sorry if you feel misled…
I have no idea what she was saying. I remember thinking: “Is this happening? What the hell?! Euhm… She’s taking her clothes off.” I have never met her. I only know her from Twitter. And I’m not going to lie: She’s beautiful.
When the dream ended, a big “Noooooooo!” went through my mind. And you can try as much as you want. You’re not getting back into that dream.
I already went as far as admitting this on Twitter, and now here. I wouldn’t mind someone telling me they dreamt about me, but I can imagine there are those who just rather not know.
Woud you want to know? (If the person from my dream asks, I’ll admit it to her.)
Going through the motions, day in and day out, I feel I have reached the point where I need a swift kick in the nads to feel I’m still alive.
Note: When you read this, and we meet: DON’T KICK ME IN THE NADS! You have no idea how much that hurts. Unless you’ve given birth or something. Not that I know, it just looks painful. L-O-L *exclamation mark* *smiley face*
Tomorrow’s “working on Saturdays” has been canceled. I’m very happy about that. I’m not so happy that I’m feeling under the weather. So heading to bed early this lovely Friday evening. Let’s hope I’ll be able to enjoy this weekend a bit.
Oh look 10.45 pm already… Maybe I should read some Daily Show slash fiction in bed. Get my mind off of things.
“[…] Dat is niet zalig. “Zalig” is aan het water zitten in Toscane bij zonsondergang, met een lekkere chianti in de ene hand en een joint in de andere, en een blowjob krijgen van een schone vrouw.” — Patrick De Witte aka (pdw)