Oh my gosh Anton’s new stuff has fat beats. He just sent me about half a dozen tracks and it’s amazing.
I’ll ask him if I can put a little bit of it up on here.
There’s one particular track that I think might be the coolest one that any of us or our friends has ever made.
He sings really cool on this stuff too.
Jeez. Really some unbelievably cool beats here. Damn. Leave it to Anton.
Alright we’re just about decided on the remixes of Amigos. It was very difficult since a multitude of genius remixers went ahead and got involved. Maybe we’ll announce on Monday.
Well, Denver again. That magical land where there’s no traffic jams. Really. I’ve never been in traffic in Denver.
Anyhoo check this out. This is one of the coolest installations I’ve seen anywhere. This is in the Denver Art Museum.
Heres what it looks like:
And here’s what it does with flash photography:
“Fox Games” by Sandy Skoglund
They’re having an exhibit of 300 rock posters which FatHead and I will be checking out later this month between skiing.
Check out this new fish that they just found. I think it was listening to The Dandy Warhols Come Down when they discovered it, cuz they called it H. Psychedelica. I can’t imagine what the H is for, though.
Here’s what the Associated Press says:
Like other frogfish — a subset of anglerfish — H. psychedelica has leglike fins on both sides of its body.
But it has several traits not previously known among frogfish, wrote Pietsch, of the University of Washington.
Each time the fish strike the seabed, for instance, they push off with their fins and expel water from tiny gill openings to jet themselves forward. That and an off-centered tail cause them to bounce around in a bizarre, chaotic manner.
The fish, which has a gelatinous, fist-size body covered with thick folds of skin that protect it from sharp-edged corals, also has a flat face with eyes directed forward, like humans, and a huge, yawning mouth.
Silent Movie (1976) – The interesting thing here is to watch a silent color film and it just happens that every couple hours or so they throw in a pretty funny gag.
Slaughterhouse Five (1972) – Okay, I just can’t seem to think of any clever way to say how knocked out I am by the genius on every level (ie cinematography, casting editing etc.) of this adaptation of the Vonnegut classic.
I have no idea why this didn’t show up on your Goog-a-lert but whatever. The world is such a complicated place and I try to be a Luddite whenever possible.
No matter how many traffic accidents there are (est 31,000 last year in the U.S.) I am amazed at how well our traffic system actually works. It seems to me, considering how kinda absentminded we are as a species, that I should constantly be ducking, bobbing and weaving to avoid these giant clumsy projectiles a lot more than I am every time I get in my car. Now add texting whilst driving. Sheesh.
Actually upon a quick analysis, traffic laws might be the only proof that rules actually work, if they are finite and fairly well policed.
can anyone tell me whether or not it is illegal to make a left turn across a double yellow line? i see an awful lot of stopped traffic in town of people waiting for someone to do this.
This is the original Autotune® sound, by the way. I was looking for a good example before but just couldn’t think of nor find one.
Today this showed up on my “you might like” YouTube box. Wtf? Um….okay.
Well here it is: the sound that threatened some of mankind not much more than a couple weeks ago and prolly still threatens someone today.<
So I still can't think of a song that I've ever loved which employs this effect. I used it on our version of PRIMARY (The Cure) but ended up taking it off. Maybe I'll post a mix of it back later.
Actually I took it off because it's the first time I've liked the way my voice sounds singing "yelliie guy" style. Mr Yellsworth. Yells Yellington. It doesn't really sound like me. I love that.
COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR
I’ve got a record called The Best of Chet Baker Plays. Well I believe it. One of the best records I own. It’s all hits pretty much. What a guy.
He lived in Portland for a while. Guess he liked to shoot dope and be left alone. Played gigs with the local cats out on NE Vancouver. He left his saxaphone with the only white jazz cat, Billy Hood. Oh, actually I guess it was the pawn shop ticket for the sax. Not the sax itself. Apparently his daughter or grandkid still has it.
(If anyone can verify that story, would be nice to know. Thanks.)