Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
i've been hearing stuff filtered in through the perverse bliss lately:
frog eyes: the golden river (purchsed in richmond, va: a glorious place to be sure, a place where majestic hotels standing since 1895, named after early presidents, where cigarette impresarios stay, can serve as places to enact almost absurdly hedonstic nay Epicurean nay!!! absolutely necessary! acts of unspeakable comfort and leisure. satan would approve. christ would be happy though. cuz christ has been telling me of late: "it's all good." it's like jeshu became a late ninties studio gangsta, it's sweet. either way, all i can say is i was wearing a robe, running around a huge hotel full of pillars and busts of presidents and paintings and mirrors in the elevators and robes. white comfy robes and spotlights and fountains and a mini-bar. a luxury fitness room with fruit on every machine, with free bottled water, with a late night pool. with a gourmet restaurant inside with very friendly consierges and lots and lots of throw pillows and lots of lotions and scrubs of vegetable oil. lots and lots of spelling bees were on tv and there was a lot of wine and tequilla and passing out. and walks at 4:30 in th emorning whereby younger girls than i, who thought i was in a touring band, tried to take me hostage, as a love slave... seriously. the girl wouldn't let go of my arm and since i ws in a southern town, a capital i think, i said : ""unhand me, girl...I am here with someone who is not here, I SAID! UN-HAND ME DEAR GIRL!" it was swell as anything i can fathom. or anyone can for that matter, so just kill yourself.
other things, i'm hearing: black dice: miles of smiles. egg-sell-ent.
the stones: sticky fingers. & their satanic majesties request
rip: robert quine.
coltrane's "transition"
devendra banhart's new thing.
see ya, wouldn't want to be you. really.
i wish you nudity and more.
propers.
frog eyes: the golden river (purchsed in richmond, va: a glorious place to be sure, a place where majestic hotels standing since 1895, named after early presidents, where cigarette impresarios stay, can serve as places to enact almost absurdly hedonstic nay Epicurean nay!!! absolutely necessary! acts of unspeakable comfort and leisure. satan would approve. christ would be happy though. cuz christ has been telling me of late: "it's all good." it's like jeshu became a late ninties studio gangsta, it's sweet. either way, all i can say is i was wearing a robe, running around a huge hotel full of pillars and busts of presidents and paintings and mirrors in the elevators and robes. white comfy robes and spotlights and fountains and a mini-bar. a luxury fitness room with fruit on every machine, with free bottled water, with a late night pool. with a gourmet restaurant inside with very friendly consierges and lots and lots of throw pillows and lots of lotions and scrubs of vegetable oil. lots and lots of spelling bees were on tv and there was a lot of wine and tequilla and passing out. and walks at 4:30 in th emorning whereby younger girls than i, who thought i was in a touring band, tried to take me hostage, as a love slave... seriously. the girl wouldn't let go of my arm and since i ws in a southern town, a capital i think, i said : ""unhand me, girl...I am here with someone who is not here, I SAID! UN-HAND ME DEAR GIRL!" it was swell as anything i can fathom. or anyone can for that matter, so just kill yourself.
other things, i'm hearing: black dice: miles of smiles. egg-sell-ent.
the stones: sticky fingers. & their satanic majesties request
rip: robert quine.
coltrane's "transition"
devendra banhart's new thing.
see ya, wouldn't want to be you. really.
i wish you nudity and more.
propers.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Animal Collective: Sung Tongs - PopMatters Music Review these are things that are almost as good as sexual intercourse and/or slurpees on a hot day after walking thru a deserted capitol city in the south and sitting on cannons. so, these three things are basically all the same as each other and the best thigns on the planet. : : : besides whiskey&ginger and merlot&cola: this album, sung tongs... the kinks village green opreservation society and ritazza coffee and or organic apple juice and mocking stupid ostentatious twerpy impish guys who namecheck Autechre and stockhausen first, to test the waters. this in my unhumble and always true and right opinion is gay. just gay. make babies to this album, sung tongs. then sleep. these are the finest blessings god ever made known to his sons and daughters. there is no arguing around this, so just forget i mentioned it if you can't see it. out.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
just so the world knows: i render you unliveable, and the creatures in you, if you or the creatures in you do not own the new animal collective cd, or at least have interest in and steal mp3s from the new animal collective album. its called sung tongs. and it is real art. real creativity. real synthethis. real subversion of semantics. real lively. real jumpy. real good. real unique. really unequivocably awesomely outrageous. real inspired. real. thanks to avey tare and panda bear for making an album that no one else could make, and for that being such a good thing. perk your ears, dipshits.
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