Thursday, July 31, 2008

Animal Sayings Brown Cow

from austin to turin

Bruce Sterling is several months the guest of turin, and this is nothing new. he and his wife write a better book since last fall on printing and his name appears a bit 'many cultural events throughout the city. But so far I've never run into this extraordinary interview , offering further proof of what this man is an absolute genius. view a fantastically sharp on a city that continues to reinvent itself in search of a definitive identity.

and since we speak of turin, the beccatevi sea farmer who, despite my recent aversion to certain sounds can give me the most beautiful moments.

[mp3] Farmer Sea - Neil Young is watching me

[txt] Beyond the Beyond - Bruce Sterling's blog

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Easy Make Dirt Bike Cake

808 (no fit) state

a battery straight, a bit of synth and then another, African percussion, this is the third phrase of synth, then enters the fourth and fifth then again you get lost in this mare sintetico prima che irrompa una voce assurda che nemmeno klaus nomi .

è l'incipit di with honey cream , primo pezzo di eight oh eight , il nuovo disco di black devil disco club . rapidamente, la storia. un misconosciuto disco del 1978 viene ripubblicato nel 2004 dalla rephlex di aphex twin. dietro il monicker c'è il francese bernard fevre, che approfitta delle riedizione per tornare sulle scene con 28 after . ed è una bella botta: sintetizzatori su sintetizzatori, voci che provengono dall'oltretomba, echi di moroder, colonne sonore di porno anni '70 e l'euro-disco che verrà. il tutto rigorosamente analogico, and indeed it is not clear whether the new material or at the time. "parts of the melodies Have Been with me for years [...] sorry i can not be more specific, for me, It Would Be Like Describing how to make love to a woman - Some Things Must Remain Private" says fevre to Philip Sherbourne . and secondly because it clarified the mystery when he is responsible for all the buzz in your favor?

is certainly not only the mystery play in favor of fevre that the return of 28 after has not stopped since. a phenomenal dub album of remixes, a couple of singles and remixes, and then this new album. which of course always sounds dated, ultra-modern at the same time. this is not archeology Music, nor Retrofuturo, nor of modernism. just something that sticks to the ears off and not take away even with napalm.

[mp3] black devil disco club - with honey cream

[full album] black devil - disco club (1978)

Friday, July 18, 2008

Polyps On Roof Of Mouth

la gigantesca scritta *oop

forward Explain. Explain what is our problem with this vasco brondi , who on Wednesday had the same effect on us of a healthy sanded on the glans. all the same songs, voice piercing and annoying, and then writing - writing! - Who should represent the great discomfort of the year zero, but instead seems only a sterile cutting and pasting of images, some of them interesting, for heaven's sake, but for the most part completely random and thrown there to do some 'noise.

unfolded on.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Flights For Nagapatnam

è questo che siamo.


beginning I was with a white robe on which was embroidered with blue thread number 1318. at the foot of the blue flip-flops, only a boxer under the bathrobe bathroom, also blue. sitting at the table with me was my lady, she wearing a fucking white bathrobe, only with a different number: 3584. we were not alone: \u200b\u200ball There were around ten people, all dressed in white and infraditate. Eating fresh fruits and drank tea at linden and calendula. and they all looked relaxed, too. they would have known who have had a lobotomy instead. I looked around and waited for the moment when the voice of Big Brother decided to have spoken with the number of the selected item. "brother 2584, come on, it's up to you" . in fact there was no voice, and there was not need to go around in a row, one after another, each with his right hand on the right shoulder of the other. I was just at the spa.

now, I've always thought that the baths were the stuff of women, old men and metrosexuals. and indeed mentre il sedicente fabio mi massaggiava la schiena sconfinando pericolosamente sul mio sederino coperto da un inquietante tanga usa e getta, per un attimo ho stretto le chiappe. "rilassati, caro" , mi ha detto lui, ma io mi sono tranquillizzato soltanto quando si è iniziato a parlare del mercato della juventus. massaggio a parte, alle terme paghi un sacco di soldi per stare nell'acqua calda a farti diventare le mani rugose, per sudare come un maiale in saune a 70° e per fare le bolle in vasca. però devo riconoscere che la cosa ha il suo perché. ad un certo punto mentre me ne stavo seduto su una poltrona che sparava getti d'acqua a 15 atmosfere con la vista sul monte bianco ho pensato che mancava soltanto una cannetta nella mano destra and a whiskey and cola in the left. I paradise I can imagine something like this.

after a full day of relaxation, however, I had the karma a bit 'unbalanced, so we went to eat a thousand calories at McDonald's, where I set foot once every 5 years and every time I remember well because I spent 5 years. mc crispy bacon in the short has swept away the toxins left by teas and fruit, beer did the rest and I came back quickly even the desire to blaspheme. I was ready to face the maximum volume .


e qui il karma si è arrotolato su sè stesso una volta per tutte. l'attacco con atto definitivo e il primo dio mi ha messo i brividi, e giuro che non era la zibba che aggrediva il parco della pellerina. è che è stata l'occasione definitiva per comprendere quanto mimì e soci abbiano ridisegnato la mia geografia adolescenziale. avevo 16 anni e divoravo lungo i bordi. lo ascoltavo per pomeriggi interi, e immaginavo di scrivere una canzone su di me che ascoltavo fuoco fatuo davanti allo specchio di camera di mio fratello, mentre mi muovevo al suono delle chitarre elettriche, ecc. ecc. era bello avere 16 anni nel 1995. cioè, era una merda, intendiamoci. il liceo, le sfighe, il resto. però still did not know what would come later. and you had the opportunity to discover the maximum volume and buy their records the day they went out. and it was not little. and you heard them just fine, if you remember perfectly the first god from memory (and no, it was Prévert, he was always rimbaud ).

concert at the end of the first drops begin to fall, but in the end who cares. who cares well as Patti Smith, who cares about the afterhours. Who cares if it will be the last concert of the maximum volume or if followed by other records, other shows, other stuff. for the moment that's okay, we've taken what belongs to us:

something about vita. seychelles '81. il primo dio. senza un posto dove dormire. ronald, tomas e io. fuoco fatuo. altri nomi. la notte dell'11 ottobre. atto definitivo. la città morta. dopo che.

in rigoroso ordine sparso.

il resto. il resto non conta. è solo acqua sulla pelle, calda o fredda che sia. è solo musica che dimenticheremo presto.

[video] massimo volume - dopo che (torino, 12 luglio 2008)

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Is Ssn On Ohio License

silent disco is the soundboy punishment: appleblim + shackleton in piazza vittorio



nel mio percorso di lento e costante scivolamento verso i recessi dell'umanità, un bel momento mi sono ritrovato a lavorare in una cantina del centro con le finestre sprangate. every time we go out to pee we go into a Turkish malaria in the courtyard of the palace. are so happy to be here once checked the lack of emergency exits in the brain flashed I wish that was an arson to burn me alive. I always criticize my colleagues for the stuff I did not do or that I made a mistake or because I work with headphones on his head and I can not hear what I say or pretend not to do so and generally despise me because of my total disinterest in against any stuff that comes my computer screen. the only thing that I like coming to work is that when combined with some crap I find at least a good excuse to swear, because otherwise I have to spend their time cursing for no reason. what does not like is the resentment that Serbian people when I work evil eyes full of hatred, guilt and silences, the smiles of complicity or those jokes ridicolizzanti you relocate immediately to the bottom of the social pyramid, including waste working of capitalism. first when I was young I thought that I would never fuck a combined because I was too good or too little appreciated or considered to be recommended by someone. but now I'm starting to convince me that does not ever combine a fuck because they are too stupid to understand what they tell me to do. I miss the ability to identify in this context in which the gestures as unnecessary to answer the telephone or a data store are the stuff of which really care about something to someone. I see these people who are interested in that crap here at the beginning esteemed them for their dedication. Then later when I saw that they wanted to interest me too bad because there are still unfortunately have not brought anything to work. There will be no more than three or four things that I am inclined to, like drinking, listen to music and futbol. So in the end I was all day waiting for him to finish the day so at least I could go see Shackleton and Appleblim who played in the square. as it was a stuff that had organized the architects who could not hear the music normally. they gave you the big headphones without the thread that you had to take the lead in dancing and listening to music in the general silence. because basically now that I work in the field of events I knew that most of you bitches and stuff they give you more money for them. type nullify all the huge sonic potential of Shackleton and Appleblim preventing them from escaping into space bass seems just the kind of a bitch so you might convince an assessor to remove the checks. However Shackleton and Appleblim were very good. I personally I liked most Appleblim, which has been running all the time its still dripping dubboni acetate with white label written with marker. at some punto volevo tramortirlo per portargli via quello con dentro un pezzo bellissimo di Pinch che si chiama Wonky Bleep e che vaffanculo se riesco a trovarlo da qualche parte. quando hanno finito sono andato da Shackleton e Appleblim e gli ho fatto i complimenti per tutto quel dub che mi hanno spinto nelle cuffie. io per me se avessi delle cuffie che mi buttano Shackleton e Appleblim tutto il tempo nelle orecchie sarei a posto così, senza bisogno di rivolgergli la parola a nessuno, che tanto quando la gente mi rivolge la parola mi danno solo fastidio. C'erano lì dei miei amici, GG Garella e Bat Fabio e Dj Danilo e la ragazza di Dj Danilo e perfino BobMoz, il lucidissimo ritrattista del degrado fisico e morale di una generazione. ci siamo ritrovati nella piazza e dopo un rapido consulto abbiamo concluso che l'unica soddisfazione nella vita è bersi dei negroni il martedì sera e il giorno dopo andare a lavorare con la lingua di fuori. poi a un certo punto GG Garella si è fatto esplodere addosso un bicchiere di birra e lì ho capito che la serata stava intraprendendo la sua parabola discendente. allora ho fatto su la baracca e i burattini e sono andato a pisciare in un cantiere. io a pisciare nei cantieri personalmente mi sono sempre trovato bene. voglio dire, è vero che è un posto di lavoro e che bisognerebbe aver rispetto per quelli che ci vanno a lavorare dentro il giorno dopo, però è anche vero che per dire se io domani mattina vengo in ufficio e me lo trovo tutto pisciato sono solo contento.

[podcast] appleblim rinse fm podcast

[free mix] dst skull disco mix

BONUS!

[RA podcast] Appleblim Resident Advisor Podcast (splendido! scaletta molto simile a quella di martedì sera. da scaricare assolutamente - previa iscrizione a RA)


la foto di DJ Scum è a stata scattata da BobMoz