Meet me in another world, space and joy.

What a difference a cm makes.  With the slightest shift in perspective I’m finding heaping amounts of clarity (a word as inappropriately overused as “genius”) in my personal space.  As much as I hate taking credit for anything, this seemingly inexplicable dissipation of “the fog” has been a well-crafted plan, set into motion months ago.  It’s remarkable to understand that you can be at one place, know that place isn’t right, set a mark for a more beneficial destination, and still not be able to get there until you’ve gone through the shedding skin process.  At least that’s how it is for me.  I can always see “G”, but know that I can’t get there until I’ve properly run from A-F.  I’m only at a tail end “B”/early “C” and it feels like I hit the lotto.  Get it in.

 

soldiers are marching, they’re writing brand new laws.

triathlon in march, so running is important now.  i’m up to 30 mins continuous on the treadmill, increasing with each session.

self-imposed deadline for album is steadily approaching.  i just had a breakthrough in regards to the cover art:  all i can say at this point is casta (hopefully i can convince frohawk two-feathers to develop the idea with me).

beats need to get made, movies watched (manderlay) and teeth pulled.  gotta find a bike, sheepskin rug, plant life, desk, studio equipment, remaining records from the old house and a ton of other things that i’ve decided are very important.  i also need to pickup the dresser from the shop (it’s deep aqua).

the theme for now is green to blue range + peach to red range; it’ll slam.

below is a good track from an album i really enjoy, but don’t enjoy as much as possible b/c there’s a track on the bootleg that didn’t end up on this version:

the song is “difference bt”

 

 

i don’t like winter, but i seem to get a kick outta doing you cold…

persimmons are my favorites.  they’re in season now.  i watched a woman at work experience one for the first time yesterday.  her face lit up with delight, but recoiled, seemingly disappointed that no one had shared this beautiful secret with her sooner.  i need land so i can plant grips of these trees.

jay dee, “?”

 

the rest of us get stuck because of things we do not know…

do u lie?

you have to know, that YOU are a genius, too.  luminous in every facet.  you must know that you are not only capable of transmitting light, but you are, in fact, the light.  your time is infinite until the moment you confirm to squandering it.

eddie harris, “a child is born”

x)

 

“Four cents may be all that they’re worth…”

this, the epoch of days-old vengeance,

an assurance that what is malleable, contorting actually,

will see the end of glorious eras

sprouting into even grander opportunities for pain.

in these, a comfort.

atlas sound, “difference bt”

 

“But he’ll be parking with a dent in the side if he stands me up tonight…”

new songs:

Ether Cash

14k

Real

also, my pompadour is off the chain presently. it’s singing “the boy with the thorn in his side”.

 

“We can dream of color if we look into the sun…”

Still swept in stronghold, here are two offerings.  Notes to self, if you will.

‘The Dramatics’ n nem got a catalog that runs deep, but this has got to be one of my all-time cuts.  Thanks to my pimpin’ ass Uncle Corey, I was put up on game several summers ago while sweating in his stupid backyard performing Latinoesque menial tasks.  This song, along with “Ecstasy” by the ‘Ohio Players’ and a reimagined listening of Morris & Co.’s “The Walk” (picture the same exact song with ungodly levels of Alpine super-reverb), were some of the standouts from this summer of memorably humiliating work.

Peep.  The bawse-est line of all heaven and earth comes in the form of “Awww girl, I put a hold on yo check!”  It’s a magical moment that should remind the meekest of humans that there is a pimp-ass TRILLionaire that lay dormant within us all.

The Dramatics, “Treat Me Like A Man”

Blossom is just Blossom, so please don’t pay her no mind.  She be fucking niggas up.  Think I’m playing?  She’s got her own post coming, but I wanted to include something of hers as a bonus cuz I’m trying to be all uplifting and find my inner-hope and beauty and shit.  “Booooo” to feeling better.

Blossom Dearie, “Try Your Wings”

 

“Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine…”

These days ain’t hitin, so for the next couple, call me on the yacht.  Unfortunately, slave mentality is prevalent in them circles I frequent…s’why I’m square.  Grizzly Bear on Saturday, Troubadour.  Should be what it could, by then.  Seckle:

 

“Oooh, I swear to god, my suit was hanging fine…”

God made dirt and dirt don't hurt.

Dirty Projectors have just recently landed in my life and I’m not looking back.  Dave Longstreth has probably the most distinct and interesting voice in music since Mica Levi, another recent discovery of mine, and he can write the shit out of a song.  Rise Above was Dave & Co’s 2007 album, described as Longstreth’s attempt to reconstruct Black Flag’s Damaged album entirely from memory.  Banging.  I’m not even finished digesting it all and these pricks decide to put out another excellent offering.  Well, “excellent” isn’t warranted yet.  I’m knee-deep into Bitte Orca (June 9, Domino Records) and am stuck in the shit that is “Two Doves”.   Vocalist Angel Deradoorian sleepily breezes through lines like “your hair is like an eagle” and “our bed is like a feather” making me pray to that Big Bird in the sky that someday I will nest-away with someone as dovelike as the person she is describing.

Dirty Projectors, “Two Doves”

And I didn’t say “On The Wings of Love” once.  Boom!

 

“A picture of a woman with a drink in her hand…”

Brother Kids

A new jam by Jamz and Bobby Evans.  Me and Nash come through and blast the sloppy seconds.

Brother Reade and The 87 Stick Up Kids are blowing up…like a nigga smoking at a gas station.

Brother Reade, “How I Really Be” Feat. Nash 9000 & Micah James

Wolves!