tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320487784449545362024-02-21T12:05:15.794-05:00the lunchmeata.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-61020215007814257282010-03-23T20:49:00.003-04:002010-03-23T21:55:21.366-04:00OPEN DESERT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mxuMv6zZQ1yY14dNuv9D-jAIYr7l0s2Mjq-OACL2y_rR-kPcERmqqdwTDfZtSvv1-aGCNIiajPESL9Zu89wMkjCWFKyoG6TVFj68bwLZSILrEI-q2iUs0FMGjzvEcSV57yuNKLO3xqlL/s1600-h/skullpyramid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mxuMv6zZQ1yY14dNuv9D-jAIYr7l0s2Mjq-OACL2y_rR-kPcERmqqdwTDfZtSvv1-aGCNIiajPESL9Zu89wMkjCWFKyoG6TVFj68bwLZSILrEI-q2iUs0FMGjzvEcSV57yuNKLO3xqlL/s400/skullpyramid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451996471733307778" /></a><br />A liquid portal stands agape in front of you. It oscillates like a penny dropped in a vertical pool. Stepping through, the desert sands burn and spiral upward in red cones against the blue expanse. You walk through the sagebrush toward a black vinyl highway in the distance. A car takes shape as your destination rises above the burn. It’s a 1971 Dodge Challenger in white. You step inside and the engine explodes with rage. <br /><br />There is no longer sound, only the minuscule squeaks of rubber on rubber twitching the hairs in your ear. The road rises like a cobra off the flat dustlands in front of you. The car is driving itself into a loop. You breathe in the air and it’s more pure than you’ve ever inhaled. <br /><br />There is peace and learning in distance. <br /><br />FAUST - ON THE WAY TO ABAMAE<br />MOEBIUS - CONTRAMIO<br />ENO/MOEBIUS/ROEDELIUS/PLANK - THE BELLDOG<br />MANUEL GOTTSCHING - 77 SLIGHTLY DELAYED<br />MYTHOS - TERRA INCOGNITA<br />TANGERINE DREAM - FORCE MAJEURE<br />MANUEL GOTTSCHING - DEEP DISTANCE<br />ENO/MOEBIUS/ROEDELIUS/PLANK - JOHANNESLUST<br />JEAN-MICHEL JARRE - OXYGENE (PART IV)<br />KLAUS HESS - MAGUH<br />BERNARD FEVRE - DALI<br />ROBERT SCHROEDER - BRAIN VOYAGER<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/367372010/OPEN_DESERT.zip">OPEN DESERT</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-13641912797911904112010-03-09T19:59:00.003-05:002010-03-09T20:11:41.838-05:00THE SAME DIRT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HxW7HE727IEM1bGuMC2eB_qryD7kTEXCyJpNueIX5lhk9LeoOSFJOAmdVBDkEdH6iblvvhsuGG8YMxG1YVrG24lEvF6wxnv6Oh9nPs5VdXeNaE0ChM0nuznrOUAa5TCeBbRJxM1D_fFH/s1600-h/secret-sun-II.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HxW7HE727IEM1bGuMC2eB_qryD7kTEXCyJpNueIX5lhk9LeoOSFJOAmdVBDkEdH6iblvvhsuGG8YMxG1YVrG24lEvF6wxnv6Oh9nPs5VdXeNaE0ChM0nuznrOUAa5TCeBbRJxM1D_fFH/s400/secret-sun-II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446803895634902450" /></a><br /><br />Just a little mix I threw together. <br /><br />Leaf Hound – Drowned My Life in Fear<br />Moby Grape – Gypsy Wedding<br />Cher – I Walk On Gilded Splinters<br />Spooky Tooth – The Wrong Time<br />Blue Cheer – Sun Cycle<br />Free – I’m a Mover<br />Atomic Rooster – Tomorrow Night<br />Pentagram – 20 Buck Spin<br />Born Again – No Good Reason<br />Cactus – Bro. Bill<br />Jeff Beck – Plynth (Water Down The Drain)<br />Flamin’ Groovies – Comin’ After Me<br />Lucifer’s Friend – Keep Goin’<br />The Groundhogs – Split Part One<br /><br />Take a bite. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/361286002/SAME_DIRT.zip">THE SAME DIRT</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-65890041795599724152010-02-24T17:23:00.005-05:002010-03-09T22:00:44.573-05:00SWIMMING IN SAND<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbTazjWINCneYF39WcLzaZMByXkswKACftnILPOSmHGb0QX5EiGsMmkHvTkJT_oLQft4w9XYULEWaM7x2bBPnGE5M_QfUiDVaDoR4ve2vgWquS54wmmWgHReusxtOL2_AoZ2u7ASYaZPe/s1600-h/roadwarrior.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbTazjWINCneYF39WcLzaZMByXkswKACftnILPOSmHGb0QX5EiGsMmkHvTkJT_oLQft4w9XYULEWaM7x2bBPnGE5M_QfUiDVaDoR4ve2vgWquS54wmmWgHReusxtOL2_AoZ2u7ASYaZPe/s400/roadwarrior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943267737298818" /></a><br /><br /><br />Country rock music. I’m swimming in it right now. <br /><br />New roots are digging downward into my California soul. The picturesque sand-meets-sea aesthetic is breaking through my cracked and thick east coast skin. But the beauty of this place is not without sacrifice. From above, all you see are the orange lights of an empty parking lot and the red and white highways at a bare crawl. You’re gifted the beauty, but you live in the mess. <br /><br />What is this place? This place that has inspired so many. A destination for those who sought freedom from the expected life. The canyons acted as hammocks for the creative. Draped between peaks, artists lounged between Olympuses able to look down on the day-to-day world they so wished to feel separate from. They of course had to roll down the mountain from time to time if they wish to be known, but the dream was always waiting for them when they were done selling. <br /><br />And what is this country shtick from the early 70s? These are intentional amalgamations. It’s not like a new art form was born without intention. These peace-seekers moved west to find a sort of post-hippie utopia. And they found it…sort of. They drank wine together. Took acid together. Slept together. Complained together. Commiserated together. And created together.<br /><br />From my perspective, this was a very conscious collective. A group of motivated musicians immersed in consistent dialogue. The members took the psychedelic momentum of the 60s (Electric Prunes, 13th Floor Elevators, Chocolate Watchband) and applied it to a much loved country aesthetic rooted in love lost and love for place (Merle, Hank, Willie). The meeting of those two roads was where people like Gene Clark (and the Byrds), Gram Parsons and Moby Grape were all thumbing for a ride back to Laurel Canyon. <br /><br />This new community was a big, incestuous, ultimately-creative melting pot that gave birth to amazing music. Music that seems perfectly applicable to my daily life here. I’ve had a good deal of love-related ups and downs, a number of anxietous (new word) reality checks relative to my career and daily drives with the windows inviting in the blue skies. All you need is country rock music. It’s the only thing that fits here. Everything else seems inauthentic and trying. <br /><br />I’m so affected by the tone. The nature of the music. The peace that comes from creative community. The words above are a spur of the moment riff, not a composed scholarly piece. So take it all with a grain of salt from my sweaty, Californian skin. <br /><br />I’m attaching three albums here – <br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/355388325/Country_Funk.zip"><br />Country Funk – Country Funk </a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/355388243/John_Phillips__John__The_Wolf_King_of_L.A.zip">John Phillips - John, The Wolf King of L.A.</a><br />and the obligatory <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/355387562/Flying_Burrito_Brothers_-_1969_-_The_Gilded_Palace_Of_Sin.zip">Flying Burrito Brothers - Gilded Palace of Sin</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-64915188927664649992009-12-24T02:39:00.002-05:002009-12-24T03:03:22.877-05:002009<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashion.sunglasses-shop.co.uk/uploads/776/011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 282px;" src="http://fashion.sunglasses-shop.co.uk/uploads/776/011.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The year of being 27.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The age that Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Robert Johnson, Kurt Cobain, Dave Alexander, Pete Ham, Chris Bell, D. Boon, Jacob Miller, and Basquiat all bit the big one.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I felt it - breath on my neck.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was the terrifying din of chaos gaining on me. A more potent force than I’ve ever experienced. The winds took me horizontal and I was clinging to the last telephone pole.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The choice was always there. Let go and allow yourself to depart with everything you’ve known. Or hold on and be sure of your existence after the storm.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don’t want to exaggerate the drama too much, but it’s far more engaging this way. Like a Roland Emmerich joint.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But so as the wheel sinks down, so must it come back up.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Surrounded by wreckage I can now feel the sky draw back a breath to silence. The moment after it happens, anything happens, when you can start to get your head back. The loudest nothingness you’ve ever heard. You start to look around and measure the damage. But before you feel anything, all that’s recognizable is the vast flatness of everything.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Henry Miller says in “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch” that:</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">“Man builds on the ruins of his former selves. When we are reduced to nothingness, we come alive again. To season one’s destiny with the dust of one’s folly, that is the trick.”</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So that’s where we’re at coming into 2010.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thus ends the craziest year of my life.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A new life, born of the ashes of those before it, begins here in Los Angeles.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So as you might guess from the over-the-top-ness of that little story, the musical year was also a turbulent one. Music has most certainly served as a salve but also as lighter fluid. I found solace in words, sounds and imagery but I also found choked throats, watery eyes and frustration.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The compulsive research continued through it all and I’ve pulled together a taste of 2009’s discoveries. Some reflective of the ups, downs and what-have-yous of the year and some not. Best idea is not to read into any of it and just enjoy the music of itself. That’s why it’s here.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I’m hoping this effort marks my return to this blog. As a good friend warned me, “The Lunchmeat is getting kinda smelly.”</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well here I am to refridge' the shit. As Paul Newman said so poignantly at the end of The Color of Money…</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">“I’m back.”</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I’d have thrown in a “bitches” at the end, but I’m no Scorsese.</span>
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Serge Gainsbourg – Le Deuxieme Homme</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">2. Frankie & The Butlers Beverly – Love (Your Pain Goes Deep)</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">3. Bell + Arc – Let Your Love Run Free</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">4. Aphrodite’s Child – Babylon</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">5. Leaf Hound – Freelance Fiend</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">6. Shocking Blue – Send Me A Postcard Darling</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">7. Mindless Boogie – El Toro (Prins Thomas Edit)</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">8. Blair – Nightlife</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">9. Oneohtrix Point Never – Behind The Bank</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">10. Eno/Moebius/Roedelius/Plank – Johanneslust</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">11. Popol Vuh – Kleiner Krieger</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">12. John Fahey – Desperate Man Blues</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">13. Six Organs of Admittance – The Desert Is A Circle</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">14. Arthur Russel – Nobody Wants A Lonely Heart</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">15. Graham Nash – Better Days</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">16. Moby Grape – Lazy Me</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">17. The Flamin’ Groovies – Slow Death</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">18. Stray – All In Your Mind</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT">
<br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="DEFAULT"><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/325210478/09.zip.html">Download 2009 Here</a>
<br /></p>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-20809966171076222732009-07-28T12:39:00.003-04:002009-07-28T12:44:53.330-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.howwedrive.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/signpost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.howwedrive.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/signpost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />oh.<br /><br />and i apologize for the delay.<br /><br />i moved to california where sun is as fresh as a newborn's fingernail.<br /><br />y'all is missing out.a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-88493327865322152832009-04-28T14:02:00.002-04:002009-04-28T14:16:12.335-04:00DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/LLCoolJDJ03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 358px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/LLCoolJDJ03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />ok. call it one.<br /><br />been running around. but i've stopped running.<br /><br />I'm still panting so I ain't posting right now.<br /><br />But just know. I'm gonna knock you the fuck out very, very soon.a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-83816545432665830702009-02-09T10:14:00.003-05:002009-02-09T10:18:41.024-05:00POEMS FO YOEMS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWog_VpQtecYj6jtyYeIc6FOe4vQsEg-k2pF7Fa0CiHWHLE0zQx-o_TwaLd1HDY3zSblhOmMfvABicrUoGl8m6c1RwMKxbeVfpTyCok2q92nDIgoJn5XzEfUvs0VTdjCjGOg7z5eSRo-q/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWog_VpQtecYj6jtyYeIc6FOe4vQsEg-k2pF7Fa0CiHWHLE0zQx-o_TwaLd1HDY3zSblhOmMfvABicrUoGl8m6c1RwMKxbeVfpTyCok2q92nDIgoJn5XzEfUvs0VTdjCjGOg7z5eSRo-q/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300816981982473490" border="0" /></a><br />My fine friend Chris Kursel has published a collection of his poems using Flickr. They are tip top notch. Funny, dark and riddled with rye. Digest and disseminate. Homeboy should be famous.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ckursel"><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/ckursel</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-60903138901268858492009-01-31T10:12:00.002-05:002009-01-31T10:24:49.520-05:00ANIMAL COLLECTIVE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/i/ng/ne/ap/20090121/19/1677909992-image-released-domino-records-latest-cd-animal-collective-merriweather-post.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/i/ng/ne/ap/20090121/19/1677909992-image-released-domino-records-latest-cd-animal-collective-merriweather-post.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I had given up on Animal Collective. And even after the release of this album (which I’ll give you in a minute), my dissatisfaction with their work remains. Their last two joints “Feels” and “Strawberry Jam” slipped on and off of my radar screen without a moment’s connection.<br /><br />No need to scramble my mind military.<br /><br />“Sir, we’ve got a bogey at 12 miles due west. Priming F-18s for intercept.”<br /><br />No. Nothing there. Just sounded like “Fun With Loop Pedals starring Regis Philbin!” No heart. Just electronics.<br /><br />The blip on my radar with this new one, “Merriweather Post Pavilion” isn’t as large as the album itself, but simply the size of a single song: the second track, “My Girls.”<br /><br />Thing’s a fucking jamnation. It sliced into my brain like a warm knife through birthday cake. Once the slice was eaten, it planted little song seeds into the hole and sewed it up. After about a week, those little fuckers began hatching and messed up my whole existence.<br /><br />I can’t stop thinking about that goddamn song. It’s taken over my days (and nights). When I’d normally wake up in a sweat after a dream-state sexual romp with a Celtics cheerleader (that really happened…awesome), I emerged from sleep with “whoos” and digital “clap-claps” and other monstrous groove-inducing mechanisms warping my dome.<br /><br />When you first fall in love, she’s stuck in your head. You can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like a record stuck at the end of a side blipping as the needle skips. Yet, for some frightening reason, it sounds perfect.<br /><br />I have fallen in love with this bitch of a song. And she’s on repeat.<br /><br />Join the insanity:<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/192063942/Animal_Collective_-_Merriweather_Post_Pavilion.zip">Animal Collective – Merriweather Post Pavilion</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-35352832900693647562009-01-17T14:45:00.003-05:002009-01-19T16:34:31.210-05:00EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://polaroidsofandroids.com/images/reviews/ecsr-primary-colours.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://polaroidsofandroids.com/images/reviews/ecsr-primary-colours.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Eddy Current Suppression Ring?<br /><br />What the fuck does that mean? Fucking Australians.<br /><br />If I didn’t like their music as much as I do, I’d spend this whole rant ranting about how dumb that name is. But because I like their music as much as I do, it transforms my take on the name. I like it now.<br /><br />This is a hot one, people. Punk (a la Stooges) boiled down to its most elementary form. A simple sauce, if you will, poured over freshly baked asparagus and eaten with your hands. It’s delicious and messy and makes your piss stink.<br /><br />We’re working in a similar world that Iggy was working in when The Stooges put out Fun House. We’re all scrapping to make something beautiful from what little we have. The repetitiveness of life is louder than ever. The clanging machinery from the automotive assembly lines has been silenced so we create our own clang. The echo of Detroit has reached Sydney and Eddy Current Supression Ring is its manifestation.<br /><br />But they’ve got patience where The Stooges didn’t. They got time. And they use it extremely well. On songs like “I Admit My Faults” and “Colour Televion” you can really hear bands like The Feelies coming through. Milking the simplicity and then blowing your face off with change. Just when you’re ready to accept that things are the way they are, they pull the rug out from under you leaving you floating in a confused rock bliss.<br /><br />This is what happens when The Stooges are bottled and fermented for 20 years and sipped for the first time in a dank pub where the toilets flush the other way. It’s a stronger solution so you can’t gulp it. It doesn’t come at you as fast, so it sits with you longer. You let the flavors rest on your tongue and smoke out your nose. Notes of aggression, iron, confidence and entertainment.<br /><br />This shit is fun as hell.<br />Jump around.<br /><br />here's the link, steve:<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/185056552/Primary_Colours.zip">Eddy Current Supression Ring - Primary Colours</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-75375928145660254022008-12-26T15:54:00.011-05:002008-12-26T17:05:06.156-05:00ANOTHER YEAR...AGAIN<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">2008.</span><br /><br />A year of great change.<br /><br />The apathy broke and receded, revealing a part of us we never knew existed.<br /><br />It has been really difficult to maintain my cynicism, but as most of you know…I’m holding on.<br /><br />The final turn before the straightaway into 2009 has been a most feverish one. Not to say that last push should be any different from any other year, but this one has been marked change, both global and personal, producing a monumental year in introspection.<br /><br />With that thought comes music. 365-music filled days – quite possibly the year in which I’ve listened to and discovered more music than ever.<br /><br />As the frame of reference widens, so does the ability and authority to criticize. But there is no right or wrong in this world. There is only you and your choices. We are but slaves to our experiences. Experiences that differ between us all. They are the items that govern our every instinct.<br /><br />So with that, I give you my instinctual reactions to music over the past year. My top 10, if you will. Will you?<br /><br />I’m just a guy with opinions. Strong ones. So take them with a grain of salt or with a Sherman tank or with a glass of water (half full, of course).<br /><br />But as the New Year dawns, take what Jarvis Cocker said as something to write on your wall:<br /><br />“Some say the cream rises to the top. Well I say…shit floats.”<br /><br />Happy New Years people friends.<br /><br />(again - please buy the music - these artists deserve your cashmoney)<br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uAXP1lVnqMgh3npDjTVBvp7RulGHqh_Tqg9qiCSvnzkLHfq3FvuDL606t5uvTFuX_EP1T6501lshBR1IzwSEZC7waAUM9p6jquHas62cIsGobC8YKDaZbAV-u6iqNTXlid-TBbIf3kje/s1600-h/russell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uAXP1lVnqMgh3npDjTVBvp7RulGHqh_Tqg9qiCSvnzkLHfq3FvuDL606t5uvTFuX_EP1T6501lshBR1IzwSEZC7waAUM9p6jquHas62cIsGobC8YKDaZbAV-u6iqNTXlid-TBbIf3kje/s320/russell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206467936764162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ARTHUR RUSSEL – LOVE IS OVERTAKING ME</span><br /><br />Finally getting the recognition he deserved when he was alive, this compilation of somewhat “lost” Russell songs is, as most of his music is, like nothing else. From album to album, his works vary from post-disco, to solo cello compositions, to, as on this album, the more plain guitar and voice building to intricate pop. But what unifies all his work is a tone. An unmistakable transfer of human emotion through speaker. There is something so immediate and relatable about his voice, it is as if you’ve known him for years. Also, more acutely with his post-disco works, Russell could be referenced as an influence of the modern-day bedroom composer. Whether he’s playing with a full band or just with his cello, Russell transmits a solitude. Not necessary a lonesome one, but simply a supremely personal expression that into which he has allowed us a brief window.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/173683029/Arthur_Russell.rar.html"><br />LOVE IS OVERTAKING ME</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirclyEO3jtQZUOEZJgPMbhFjcWpdh-pU80QiDjjD0lX8C3r_JNShE_hrIt27mSK5UA6TFqBNwcxId0qX0OUyD-5e5OavCEDKItjuNlkvwMOFEzNq3oavFrI_Yu2_ncrNaHY5Y4j_4zPX2z/s1600-h/cheap+time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirclyEO3jtQZUOEZJgPMbhFjcWpdh-pU80QiDjjD0lX8C3r_JNShE_hrIt27mSK5UA6TFqBNwcxId0qX0OUyD-5e5OavCEDKItjuNlkvwMOFEzNq3oavFrI_Yu2_ncrNaHY5Y4j_4zPX2z/s320/cheap+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206558221300722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHEAP TIME – CHEAP TIME</span><br /><br />What the Black Lips couldn’t finish, Cheap Time eviscerates. Sublime garage glam sounds from Tennessee with a frame of influence much wider than the Lips - producing a much less boring result. You can hear anything from The Quick to T-Rex to Sparks to the Clash to, and especially, Big Star. Power pop with the amps on fire and the mics crackling like a Christmas tree inferno.<br /><a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VW013HSZ"><br />CHEAP TIME</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5K2oCaafH1dpLyAO5k50MnAVaPnc6tQlul_kzo9WoMltg7ODIGtWi2bbrI_G72rATYs7sjOwwCfyv1B1Sp7WN4DyPgGuOxsaTp1YhZ40xXz4wZNVo0sHVH4YldY-zMJ6r8qe5dlbXRDI/s1600-h/61HitZCgGWL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5K2oCaafH1dpLyAO5k50MnAVaPnc6tQlul_kzo9WoMltg7ODIGtWi2bbrI_G72rATYs7sjOwwCfyv1B1Sp7WN4DyPgGuOxsaTp1YhZ40xXz4wZNVo0sHVH4YldY-zMJ6r8qe5dlbXRDI/s320/61HitZCgGWL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206980025950658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DANAVA - UNONOU</span><br /><br />One of my personal favorites in the past couple years, Danava leans heavily on Black Sabbath/Hawkwind/Stray riffage but does so with such virtuosity that they create entirely new tonal wrath that makes my struggling ear drums beg for more. With the ever-impressive Dusty Sparkles at the helm, UnonoU doesn’t beat out their self titled debut for me, but it certainly picks up where they left off. You can hear the beginnings of growth with tracks like “A High or a Low” and “Spinning Temple Shifting,” bating my now psych-infused mind for their next release.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/92662264/Danava-Unonou-2008-RTB.rar">UNONOU<br /></a><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_sBCDzdeJXfGJv59DP3BM1r_WE8_0UZZjbTPM4wuQ5MOtWVARXbng3X1P20RaMCuf2Py2V06buZNIzmK4SSjt0eeEPoGMRvFqeIocfXvucSAZHVbrtpgMCF8g8LIkDA0X_4QkJ_0jBir/s1600-h/Flying-Lotus-Los-Angeles-435883.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_sBCDzdeJXfGJv59DP3BM1r_WE8_0UZZjbTPM4wuQ5MOtWVARXbng3X1P20RaMCuf2Py2V06buZNIzmK4SSjt0eeEPoGMRvFqeIocfXvucSAZHVbrtpgMCF8g8LIkDA0X_4QkJ_0jBir/s320/Flying-Lotus-Los-Angeles-435883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207129981164434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FLYING LOTUS – LOS ANGELES</span><br /><br />Maybe it’s just the fact that I know he’s the nephew of Alice Coltrane, but when I listen to Los Angeles, I can’t help but think that Flying Lotus is, or strives to be, the Alice Coltrane of electronic music. Well-versed in the spiritual and philosophical side of electronic composition, but not to snotty too have fun and make your ass move. The record is full of overblown, burning electronic heat. It oscillates you out of your head (a la Boards of Canada, Milieu, Autechre) but then yanks you back into it with decadent yet danceable beats, all without forgetting his sneaky Aphex Twin switches.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/108317811/Flying_Lotus_-_Los_Angeles.zip"><br />LOS ANGELES</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_yBEIe332Yjzzm-LGzJXeNh-CrdukFCtC9PNYjJkiD__HfGsgAUwwDuiundjjwPNY9OYmryuhNPskIav8rQjZW-UnTp9JIOyl0B06wXVzulDLbbkFUcXRa27hLTdD4eUcnyQQyL2eV_S/s1600-h/doomsdayers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_yBEIe332Yjzzm-LGzJXeNh-CrdukFCtC9PNYjJkiD__HfGsgAUwwDuiundjjwPNY9OYmryuhNPskIav8rQjZW-UnTp9JIOyl0B06wXVzulDLbbkFUcXRa27hLTdD4eUcnyQQyL2eV_S/s320/doomsdayers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207319273523938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GRAILS – DOOMSDAYER’S HOLIDAY</span><br /><br />Grails also broke through in 2008 with Doomsdayer’s Holiday. Albeit a bit schlocky with its album-starting B-horror screams, its unbreakable songs go further than the band had gone prior. Grail’s audiophilic love of music is all the more evident in this collection than any other – references as wide, but not limited to Pentangle, Bill Frisell, Ali Akbar Khan, Ennio Morricone and of course, Sabbath, Hawkwind and Focus. Each song has a different sound, but all unified by the band’s taut musicianship that echoes across the hundreds of instruments used here.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/144551229/Grails_-_Doomsdayer_s_Holiday.rar">DOOMSDAYER'S HOLIDAY</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPNYuBQFAhRy4KG63eVsjau_X2LWuVHscQP0ZXw7D2DGBIQ7HFX4rfucMvN_KJEFqMftf6iVnXmTNSvsWJ9M2_F9N-T_NBkxIgak5I0P_zN_-Zd4F_IvQI2xc6rvQqKt2zy2j0xdRXGLI/s1600-h/artists-johann.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPNYuBQFAhRy4KG63eVsjau_X2LWuVHscQP0ZXw7D2DGBIQ7HFX4rfucMvN_KJEFqMftf6iVnXmTNSvsWJ9M2_F9N-T_NBkxIgak5I0P_zN_-Zd4F_IvQI2xc6rvQqKt2zy2j0xdRXGLI/s320/artists-johann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207316446755602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">JOHAN JOHANNSSEN - FORDLANDIA</span><br /><br />With what was certainly the most beautiful album of the year, Johan Johannsson adds a second part to his intended trilogy focusing on technology and American brand icons. On Fordlandia, like his excellent album IBM 1401, Iceland native Johannsson uses a 50-piece string orchestra mixed seamlessly with a variety of electronic elements. But unlike the IBM 1401 album, Fordlandia matches the cadence and tone of its reference without fail. In the 1920’s Henry Ford bought a vast tract of land in Brazil hoping to create a settlement focused on rubber tree harvest and processing. It inevitably failed due to a multitude of logistical reasons (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fordlandia). What makes Fordlandia impressive and affective is its ambitious tones and swells that raise the heart into the neck. As goofy as it may sound, a long form compositional piece about one of Henry Ford’s failed business endeavors creates unmistakable human emotion. Probably something similar to Ford’s emotions during the project: ambition, progress, worry, doubt and failure. Emotions that are part of most of our own lives/projects/jobs/relationships/commutes, thus why I assume you’ll react to this incredible music as I have.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/146432050/Johann_Johannsson-Fordlandia-_Advance_-2008-DV8.rar"><br />FORDLANDIA 1</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/146069219/Johann_Johannsson-Fordlandia-_Advance_-2008-DV8.rar">FORDLANDIA 2</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R5YdmfSnEHNd00e7gVoI_vfLSppvB1cZA03Pb5Ue1n5YmpJ6zreO9HKkgnQMQlGY9B_ciMamRN2bkk8Yondx2MbTaxr-Dr3xiiN4ebFETlty3K5yM2Sx9FpJqEsWVOB4M78A4xjeLcVt/s1600-h/lindstrom_a.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R5YdmfSnEHNd00e7gVoI_vfLSppvB1cZA03Pb5Ue1n5YmpJ6zreO9HKkgnQMQlGY9B_ciMamRN2bkk8Yondx2MbTaxr-Dr3xiiN4ebFETlty3K5yM2Sx9FpJqEsWVOB4M78A4xjeLcVt/s320/lindstrom_a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207331124980146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LINDSTROM – WHERE YOU GO I GO TOO</span><br /><br />See what I’ve already written about <a href="http://thelunchmeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-you-go-i-go-too.html">this sucker</a>. It still ain't disappointin'.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDGNhvn4Us7Xw7o671Wm0xrxnbKyR7klIiTd6YTki4fv_Al2W8aBTaV1GnBI13wYRMsYU_Th7C0g9DgtmLWJOGInaV43nt0qUabXroLJk-klY_5mg7ZSxHqkrU3RZJNsVhu3lbQa_yj83/s1600-h/Thee_Oh_Sees_The_Masters_Bedroom_Is_Worth_Spending_A_Night_In.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDGNhvn4Us7Xw7o671Wm0xrxnbKyR7klIiTd6YTki4fv_Al2W8aBTaV1GnBI13wYRMsYU_Th7C0g9DgtmLWJOGInaV43nt0qUabXroLJk-klY_5mg7ZSxHqkrU3RZJNsVhu3lbQa_yj83/s320/Thee_Oh_Sees_The_Masters_Bedroom_Is_Worth_Spending_A_Night_In.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207947528598946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THEE OH SEES – THE MASTER’S BEDROOM IS WORTH SPENDING A NIGHT IN</span><br /><br />A relatively new band in my frame of reference, Thee Oh Sees began as a side recording project for John Dwyer, a member of such excellent bands as Pink and Brown, Coachwhips and the ever-awesome Hospitals. The Master’s Bedroom is a perfectly mixed punk/one-man band/garage/rockabilly explosion. Equal part The Cramps and the soundtrack to Hairspray, this is a sound that had not yet graced these ears until The Master’s Bedroom’s first spin. Where rockabilly gets monotonous after about 10 songs, Thee Oh Sees liven things up with unexpected changes and innovative vocal arrangements. Two voices prove better than one, offering a twisted, reverbed, male/female harmony that create B-movie imagery without getting too contrived. Perfect for dance parties in the dark.<br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?aicn2oynvnw"><br />THE MASTER'S BEDROOM</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMRBXEwWSIFEJrpTt-x4i7w-KHxPyv0Dnq8bAYOhxZZUwIg3yNxHH03n5Z1-Y7oQ-veW2JqmwE3h-ENHUJ_ES0CX3eVH_ZZlYlH1ByBSL6UdlWptogG6H_kJNb2Nz9TUx1xuoGV41DeP5/s1600-h/meanderthal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMRBXEwWSIFEJrpTt-x4i7w-KHxPyv0Dnq8bAYOhxZZUwIg3yNxHH03n5Z1-Y7oQ-veW2JqmwE3h-ENHUJ_ES0CX3eVH_ZZlYlH1ByBSL6UdlWptogG6H_kJNb2Nz9TUx1xuoGV41DeP5/s320/meanderthal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207342324591906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TORCHE - MEANDERTHAL</span><br /><br />The one pseudo-metal release that made my top ten this year, Torche finally locks down a perfectly produced masterpiece that melt’s face and proves progressive mastery. A re-tweaked phoenix rising from the ashes of Miami’s preeminent metal droners Floor, Torche does a fine job of displaying down-tuned guitar mastery, without falling into the “virtuoso du showingoff” category like so many metallic acts before them. Besides the perfect production of Meanderthal (and it’s irreverent title), the songwriting stands out as the strongest force on this album. Unlike many of the bands they’ve shared bills with like The Sword and Isis, their droning riffs seem to have evolved into something more. Where The Sword rips and dies, Torche rips and rises higher through differentiating song structure. And Meanderthal is their first time reaching the outer layer of stratosphere. Looking forward to see if they can make it through without burning up.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/101509326/Torche_-_2008_-_Meanderthal_by_nidhogg.rar"><br />MEANDERTHAL</a><br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkCiRWRND81hiIcBB1lBVTzFeWWAZhzSdUUCX93EdT1Iy8wzQxdjC03S7S1aywzZLDZ-h3ul-JGuI8A7xkbRfddPRxNYLjzDeogYR77rYfW36Vi8yF7NsjcYTtHYUN-oXa3-ALUlFdOaZ/s1600-h/kurt+vile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkCiRWRND81hiIcBB1lBVTzFeWWAZhzSdUUCX93EdT1Iy8wzQxdjC03S7S1aywzZLDZ-h3ul-JGuI8A7xkbRfddPRxNYLjzDeogYR77rYfW36Vi8yF7NsjcYTtHYUN-oXa3-ALUlFdOaZ/s320/kurt+vile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207322950947394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">KURT VILE – CONSTANT HITMAKER</span><br /><br />Possibly the best song of the year, Kurt Vile’s “Freeway,” the first song on Constant Hitmaker, garnered a great deal of attention across the musical lands. Simple construction combined with interesting bedroom production, Vile crafts the brand of song that no matter what you do, your morning shower is doomed to a repetition in your mind. You try and try to think of something else, but each track’s infectious Guided By Voices-esque hook riddles your mind with unsuspecting joy. A floating puff of smoke, this album meanders along like a high. Carrying you to places you wouldn’t expect to land but also wouldn’t mind visiting for a while.<br /><a href="http://sharebee.com/2e762c75"><br />CONSTANT HITMAKER</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-18403563565761479332008-11-23T19:14:00.002-05:002008-11-23T19:17:20.249-05:00THE SAINTS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi9R-5Ss0QfYnPRMdvjyZ0_r8GHwgnDVoWTuBOx2pws5tixLpGGtv-qU-UYpwa2CR5Ouc22xCkCN7Ds9D5Nd-AFXjRlW7ZFlhQNoy6bKXAqAZt5yDN9DVfMhOTpXsHn04Xl2C3FsNGaZW/s1600-h/saints.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi9R-5Ss0QfYnPRMdvjyZ0_r8GHwgnDVoWTuBOx2pws5tixLpGGtv-qU-UYpwa2CR5Ouc22xCkCN7Ds9D5Nd-AFXjRlW7ZFlhQNoy6bKXAqAZt5yDN9DVfMhOTpXsHn04Xl2C3FsNGaZW/s400/saints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272011128251365970" border="0" /></a><br />I got a pair of legs. Just one. One pair. Two legs total.<br /><br />And they're flopping around like two soggy carrots under my desk.<br /><br />You know why?<br /><br />The Saints are blasting out like flame-engulfed Nerf rockets from my alien-shaped speakers.<br /><br />It's 2008, almost 29 years since this Australian band first laid their Stooges/Pistols/Ramones-tinged heat on unsuspecting sheilas. But using the word "tinged" is misleading. The punk movement we all know and love had yet to break into Australia halfway around the world. The Saints were the Sex Pistols of Australia. And through one listen, you can hear exactly why.<br /><br />This is one of the best albums I've come across in quite some time.<br /><br />Careful to rock your face off.<br />You need your face.<br />I need your face.<br /><br />Album's great straight through but highlights include:<br />"Erotic Neurotic"<br />"I'm Stranded"<br />"No Time"<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/67068263/pc_59.rar">http://rapidshare.com/files/67068263/pc_59.rar</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-6045639692408979062008-10-27T19:55:00.006-04:002008-10-28T10:24:31.447-04:00HOLY GRAILS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conspiracyrecords.com/booking/media/persfoto/grails_hires.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 373px;" src="http://www.conspiracyrecords.com/booking/media/persfoto/grails_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It all begins at the beginning.<br /><br />A good place to start…or begin, rather.<br /><br />Aural punishment in the form of a slow metallic drone.<br /><br />Om.<br /><br />The band’s name being a peephole into their sound-apartment, the place looks like your weed dealer’s room in college.<br /><br />But more metal, less Marley. An amplified and evil Raga, intent on hypnosis through a dredging, methodical bass dirge.<br /><br />But this text is not about Om. It just begins here. Remember?<br /><br />Om’s new drummer is a member of the Portland, OR band, Grails.<br /><br />I saw Om play recently and was reminded of Grails's tumble into one of my mind’s many chasms. So I dug the sucker out and what did I find?<br /><br />A delicious bit of musical wonder.<br /><br />[And we’ve arrived at this text’s subject. Welcome to it.]<br /><br />Grails are one of those 14,000 bands that come tumbleweeding across my daily mindspace that I simply forget to follow-up on.<br /><br />But then, Om.<br /><br />A band whose album, or rather two song mediation, Conference Of The Birds, causes me capture within a plodding parade of mystical lemmings through the sands of time. Yea.<br /><br />Om was the string tied round my finger reminding me to investigate Grails.<br /><br />If Iggy Pop wrote repetition into Fun House as a response to Detroit’s automotive assembly lines, Om wrote repetition into Conference Of The Birds as a manifestation of our brain waves during dreamstate - slow, repeating, beautifully frightening, echoing throughout.<br /><br />Where Om limits itself to one stream of consciousness, Grails incorporates collective width including: Popul Vuh, Zeppelin, Hawkwind, Melvins, Gong, Ali Akbar Khan, Ash Ra Temple, Acid Mother’s Temple.<br /><br />Sounds like it could be an introspective nightmare…but what separates Grails from lesser-awesome groups is their ability to break from the conventions of meditative music up toward a much more, for lack of a better word, rocking zone.<br /><br />They take the groundwork laid in place by the groups mentioned above, and instead of regurgitation, they fuse and push. Building the meditations into loud, forward-moving celebrations around bonfires with tribal intoxicants made from local frog’s pancreas.<br /><br />This is psychedelic celebration music.<br /><br />The inorganic builds of Mogwai and Pelican aren’t found here, but instead the growth comes as a band improvising. These songs aren’t composed. They are planted, tended to and grow as the sun hits the leaf. This is organic psychedelic.<br /><br />But it’s too well-versed to be hippie music. This is musician’s scripture. Music produced by the lovers of great music (that great music being produced by lovers of great music before them)<br /><br />So.<br /><br />If you made it through that…here’s Grails - Burning Off The Impurities. Enjoy Friend-O.<br /><br /><p style="padding: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 3px; font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/158190150/Grails-Burning_Off_The_Impurities-2007.zip">http://rapidshare.com/files/158190150/Grails-Burning_Off_The_Impurities-2007.zip</a></p>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-21178741616578558432008-09-23T22:24:00.005-04:002008-09-23T23:50:04.549-04:00WHERE YOU GO I GO TOO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFSEzhO46QzTLjlm5eEV7VaHXsRDnLT6MN-IzPmHZ24maAe938ZMZuRfPGfICSnCG8nFuKv9-_Q-zLT0DOBuMrqnZLPcJL3CVJ1Vyqc4t9r1TRSPFk2__ttHnPDyoXTUOOxC5ykQGcncl/s1600-h/35030036uh1-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFSEzhO46QzTLjlm5eEV7VaHXsRDnLT6MN-IzPmHZ24maAe938ZMZuRfPGfICSnCG8nFuKv9-_Q-zLT0DOBuMrqnZLPcJL3CVJ1Vyqc4t9r1TRSPFk2__ttHnPDyoXTUOOxC5ykQGcncl/s400/35030036uh1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409728660238290" border="0" /></a><br />The burning red sun peeks its fiery strands up from below the Miami horizon.<br /><br />Traffic begins to bustle.<br /><br />A man listens to marshmallow-sized headphones while roller skating down the boardwalk.<br /><br />Bums. Bums bum.<br /><br />A girl in a skimpy bikini and cut-off t-shirt looks over her shoulder. She winks.<br /><br />You think, “is she winking at me? Or that Baywatch film crew behind me? Ah whatever, where’s the churro cart?”<br /><br />Neon, everywhere.<br /><br />A West Highland White Terrier rides a hover board through rising pavement steam whilst smoking a clove cigarette and quoting Raymond Carver.<br /><br />Thus begins Lindstrom’s new album, “Where You Go I Go Too”.<br /><br />(I figure…I reviewed the old album, might as well discern and divvy the new)<br /><br />It’s a blistering smoke machine, this thing. Filled with Vangelis flourishes, unmoving Pink Floydian bass lines, Hans Zimmer/Steve Reich synth vibes, and enough Italo-disco pastabilities to choke Mario, Luigi and that loser Toad.<br /><br />No one likes you, Toad.<br /><br />With the out-of-nowhere critical success of his first album, Lindstrom returns with middle finger a-flipping toward all who challenge his mastery of the medium.<br /><br />(Activate stern Norwegian accent)<br /><br />“You wanna listen to this record? You think you can handle it? Well see if you can get through the first monster jam. Oh? What’s that you say? It’s a half hour long? 30 minutes? No. it couldn’t be.”<br /><br />He continues…<br /><br />“Yes. It is! Does that frighten you? Do I frighten you? Well maybe you shouldn’t be so invested in the 5 minute, 10 song album structure you’ve gotten so damn comfortable with. Tell your mom you’re ready to throw out your safety blanket then plug these 12 inches into your ear tubes. I think you just might enjoy the commitment.”<br /><br />I love it.<br /><br />…coming back with an album that challenges you to sit down for a half hour and actually listen to something. To do lists on PDAs, blackberrys, speaking engagements, trips to the mall, trips to the bank, crocheting, Myspace, all the things that take up our time on earth, and Hans Peter says, “no. If you like my music, sit down, or rather, stand the fuck up and jump around to it for a half hour or more. You might learn something about yourself.”<br /><br />Balls out. Take it or leave it.<br /><br />This record rips and makes me psyched to be aurally sound - My Bloody Valentine almost put an end to that at the All Tomorrow’s Party festival this past weekend.<br /><br />Thrown repeated into the Wall. Of. Sound. 132 dB. Whoa.<br /><br />pictures here: <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/andykadin/sets/72157607462298637/">http://flickr.com/photos/andykadin/sets/72157607462298637/<br /></a><br />Anyway…dig in friendly friends.<br /><br /><div class="downloadlink"><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/147879131/lindstrom_-_where_you_go_i_go_too.zip.html">http://rapidshare.com/files/147879131/lindstrom_-_where_you_go_i_go_too.zip.html</a></div>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-67535804568468031662008-09-16T00:02:00.004-04:002008-09-23T22:42:22.870-04:00ANYONE LOOKING FOR A BOX SPRING?<h2 style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I told my roommate i could get rid of it (using the power of words)...</span></span></h2><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/fuo/842467465.html">http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/fuo/842467465.html</a><br /><h2 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;">FULL SIZE BOX SPRING - READY TO BLOW YOUR MIND - $50 (Kendall Square)</h2> <hr style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Reply to: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="mailto:sale-842467465@craigslist.org?subject=%20FULL%20SIZE%20BOX%20SPRING%20-%20READY%20TO%20BlOW%20YOUR%20MIND%20-%20$50%20%28Kendall%20Square%29">sale-842467465@craigslist.org</a><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><sup style="font-family: arial;">[<a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/replying_to_posts" target="_blank" title="How do I reply?">?</a>]</sup><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Date: 2008-09-15, 11:52PM EDT</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Hello.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I have the most kick ass box spring on earth ready to join you in your home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It is a FULL size box spring as produced by Sealy Posturepedic and is in damn near perfect condition. It can serve a number of purposes:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">1. a box spring (under a full-size mattress)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">2. a stage for small dogs (or cats) performing in a show</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">3. a training device for a low-budget, local football squad trying to make it in the big leagues.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">4. a temporary wall.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">5. one of a series of mattresses and box springs used in a giant toppling domino display.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">6. to use as a gauge for distance after a sweet bike jump.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">7. a replacement bumper for your Mack truck.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">8. to stay afloat at sea...for a few minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">9. a perfect item for reserving parking spaces.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">10. kindling. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">These are just a few of the many ways you (and your friends and family) can celebrate with this incredible FULL-size box spring. If you want it, you gots to come pick it up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is the cowbell for dinner, (if you want this mattress) come and get it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Alright. It's been fun talking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">hit me up if you want this thing. 50 bones, OBO.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <table style="font-family: arial;" summary="craigslist hosted images"><tbody><tr> <td align="center"><br /></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td align="center"><br /></td> <td align="center"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-32130741975437107032008-09-03T13:15:00.002-04:002008-09-03T13:25:04.413-04:00A POEM OF LOVESo in my ever-loving search for the perfect burger...really...i frequent the burg-centric (and fantastic) blog ahamburgertoday.com.<br /><br />Recently they had a competition to see who could write the best hamburger related acrostic poem. And in my ever-developing patheticness, I submitted a poem.<br /><br />and won.<br /><br />a book.<br /><br />about burgers.<br /><br />here's the acrostic.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span>oly crap.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>mazing.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>y<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>urger<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span>nderstands me. Gets me.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>eally caters to my most crucial of needs!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">G</span>reat. Now I have to<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span>at it. Goodbye<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>are friend.<br /><a href="http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2008/08/burger-book-giveaway-the-hamburger-a-history.html"><br />http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2008/08/burger-book-giveaway-the-hamburger-a-history.html</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-29181074413126651362008-09-02T20:40:00.006-04:002008-09-02T20:56:33.732-04:00FLIGHT FRIGHT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcfqjF9hyphenhyphenTg4VFkPOIktn-m_6y_P3KAgJVlWVBU0VNxf1sW2QwpO5lgE-MZOBl_OMbjqphkze30qMAqdt5Pm8lY5UHdHIKEE2cSDpqb8V5mLIhsXerVn7bSE6KPXCzB_cFpinNkDZTX_Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcfqjF9hyphenhyphenTg4VFkPOIktn-m_6y_P3KAgJVlWVBU0VNxf1sW2QwpO5lgE-MZOBl_OMbjqphkze30qMAqdt5Pm8lY5UHdHIKEE2cSDpqb8V5mLIhsXerVn7bSE6KPXCzB_cFpinNkDZTX_Y/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241589357445239378" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="downloadlink"><br /><br />So look.<br /><br />I promised myself when I started this weblog (way back in ’74) that it wouldn’t be about me. This guy. What the crap do I have to offer you, dear reader, other than perhaps a glimpse into the music world I so dearly treasure. Thus, the mainly musical offerings so far.<br /><br />That aside, this next album connects to my being in a very particular way.<br /><br />Stand by - soul doors opening…<br /><br />I have an unqualified, illogical fear of flight.<br /><br />Airplanes.<br /><br />Yes. Airplanes scare me shitless.<br /><br />I understand the physics – drag, lift, etc. – but for some odd reason I can’t get by the fact that we are fucking floating on invisible fucking nothingness 30,000 ft. above a violent range of fucking snowcapped fucking mountains! What? How can this be? I’m looking out the window across some bald guy drooling on himself and wonder when he’s going to stand up in a fit of unwarranted rage and yank the HUGE lever (why does it have to be so damn big? Do crazies need a fucking invite like that?) on the emergency exit door thus sucking me and my unsuspecting coach jockeys out into the wild blue fucking yonder!<br /><br />Whoa.<br /><br />Clearly I have a slight problem. Good thing I picked a career that only flies me around the world 400 times a year or so. Once again…nice work self-defeating moron.<br /><br />Despite the above, there has been some headway. And, as most respite arrives in my life, it comes in the form of music.<br /><br />For some odd reason, combined with a blatant disregard for both FAA regulations and repeated flight attendant flogging, I must take off while listening to music.<br /><br />One song specifically – Laila, Pt. 2 by Agitation Free.<br /><br />I develop rules that, however illogical, when proven to work once, must be instituted as a universal. This is now a rule. I haven’t crashed yet, and the past 6 flights – some over 15 hours long – have all started with Laila, Pt. 2.<br /><br />There is something within this song. Something intrinsically laced within its consistently upward bouncing bassline, its flittering guitar solos doused in celebration, and the popping progress of the snare. When it kicks in at a about 1:30 I am temporarily free of fear. Flight is now something straight out of the 60s...a yellowy party in the sky with cold beverages, luxurious meals and sexy stewardesses.<br /><br />It is no longer the moments before a life-changing disaster, but instead the birth of an adventure whose memory will rival any of those life long.<br /><br />This song does that. Quite a radical shift from my fears detailed above, wouldn't you say?<br /><br />Mechanical failure.<br />Terrorism.<br />Pilot error.<br />Suicidal flight attendant.<br />Psycho drooling bald man.<br /><br />They melt into introspective delight.<br /><br />AH!<br />Song’s ending!<br />Quick - Restart it!<br /><br />Anyway…here is the album within which the song that makes flight possible resides.<br /><br />First Communication also kicks ass.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvp-k6ms-e80hy9AZsbXOGOuXoJ-pxNVhUwHBveDWukO_jWv7bqDu76JkRzTePr5_nX9Ey9ZTZK6SO_j2-gtTnWg8gyP09n2nEoLvLpNlrqdXEUrGFe9FspdYZOkvHb4pHsNy3sUcvbck/s1600-h/AF-Sec.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvp-k6ms-e80hy9AZsbXOGOuXoJ-pxNVhUwHBveDWukO_jWv7bqDu76JkRzTePr5_nX9Ey9ZTZK6SO_j2-gtTnWg8gyP09n2nEoLvLpNlrqdXEUrGFe9FspdYZOkvHb4pHsNy3sUcvbck/s400/AF-Sec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241592565211392898" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/142189799/2nd.zip.html">http://rapidshare.com/files/142189799/2nd.zip.html</a></div>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-90981935611913764322008-08-27T12:08:00.004-04:002008-08-27T14:22:14.979-04:00LINDSTROM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cvibes.com/images/LINDSTROM-Feedelity-Affair-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.cvibes.com/images/LINDSTROM-Feedelity-Affair-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello peoples.<br /><br />There are many reasons why I enjoy electronic music.<br /><br />It can make me dance (which I never do).<br />It can make me deeply introspective (which I am anyway...but more so, and to different places).<br />It can make me feel like a iron, figity robot (which I am as well – gangly bastard).<br /><br />One of the seemingly lesser reasons I enjoy electronic music is simply how excellent it sounds blaring through my headphones/speakers (both significant monetary investments - thus elevated sonic quality). Music created on electronics blasting out like silver digital rockets through other electronics. Top notch.<br /><br />One of my favorite electronic records of the past couple years is Lindstrom’s “It’s a Feedelity Affair.”<br /><br />Shit kicks off so hardcore.<br />Dance-y and fun. Lush and smoove.<br /><br />There are certain albums that convince me, despite the obvious counterpoints, that I am cool as fuck. That I can swing down the street like fucking John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and everyone will reel around all slo-mo-like and go, “did you see that fucking guy? Holy crap. Cooler than a Creamsicle in February.”<br /><br />Albums do it in different ways.<br /><br />Iggy Pop & The Stooges’ “Fun House” makes me believe I can get any woman on Earth just by walking by. Best fucking rock album of all time.<br /><br />Captain Beefheart’s “Safe as Milk” makes me think I could live on a algae infested houseboat in New Orleans slapping foot-stompin’ banjo while sipping Jack and Ginger’s for all-god-loving-eternity. That's quite cool...trust me.<br /><br />But this Lindstrom album creates a different image for me. Walking into a club (which I never do – 5 years in NYC, 26 years in its general proximity and I NEVER went to a club), I command the attention of the entire dance floor.<br /><br />Think Rusty from National Lampoon’s "Vacation," rolling into the French Disco. In this case the white leather jacket would read "Kadin" on the back. All the ladies swivel their heads.<br /><br />I raise my hand slowly and a frigid tumbler of lime-spiked Stolichnaya is slid inside. I walk forward and the entire joint reacts to my movements. Ah, well, you get it. Hotness abounds.<br /><br />Then the battery runs out on my iPod and i realize that I'm holding up the line at CVS when the automated check machine won't scan my shaving cream and floss.<br /><br />Yea. Reality. Hmm. A bitch.<br /><br />I also dig on the organic elements that drive this record. It is an electronic record, true, but it also has guitar and bass elements that mirror my own guitar tastes…even my own guitar playing. It ain’t that technically impressive but everything seems to fit in its right place.<br /><br />Anyway. Here tis’. Enjoy this gemmish-gem.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/140581572/Lindstrom.zip.html"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>http://rapidshare.com/files/140581572/Lindstrom.zip.html</a><br /><br />if you dig, check out similar hotness in Booka Shade, Trentemoller, Prins Thomas and <a href="http://thelunchmeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/pantha-du-prince.html">Pantha Du Prince (posted earlier on this very weblog)</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-84448848582505691042008-08-26T15:22:00.003-04:002008-09-01T20:35:07.067-04:00UNEDITED JET LAGAN ODE TO THE COLOR RED<br /><br />Red. Oh so...reddish.<br />The color of a radish, but usually lighter in hue.<br /><br />A sweaty cheek beckons your arrival with sweet clumps of salt juice.<br />I dab at them with mine hanker-cloth and wonder why I keep a sweat-covered rag in my pocket. Shocking that women won’t come near me…really.<br />Packet of tissues next time I go out in heat like this. It really is a sky-high sauna out here.<br /><br />Red.<br /><br />Like the center circle of the flag of Japan. Perhaps the ‘center’ modifier was unnecessary back there. There is only one circle on the flag of Japan. Simple. I like.<br /><br />Like the sun. Granting us orange-y red-like warmliness on a summer’s day such as this. Prompting one to disrobe and frolic, arms agape and flailing, through a field of swaying, multicolored crepe-paper streamers wiggling up toward the blue expanse. The wind-stroked paper makes a crunching sound like that of a cornfield set ablaze by a wandering arsonist.<br /><br />And the birds…<br /><br />Oh! The birds!<br /><br />They won’t stop swooping and squawking in my face. Diving down trying to steal my sandwich. I only have twenty minutes for lunch and really, with the heat and birds…chicken salad inside tomorrow.<br /><br />The French call it La Rouge. Feminine. Like a woman or particular types of deodorant.<br /><br />A symbol of love and war and blood and stop signs.<br /><br />A tomato. A cherry. Cherry Tomatoes.<br /><br />A red M&M.<br /><br />Red.<br /><br />Odorless.<br /><br />Red.<br /><br />The color of my old skis. What is someone supposed to do with a pair of old skis anyway? Donate to the less fortunate? Do you know how expensive lift tickets are these days? I’m surprised anyone can get out on the slopes. And forget about lunch at the lodge. Best be packing chicken salad.<br /><br />Red.<br /><br />Like the grapes in my chicken salad…which I will omit from the recipe next time. Their sweetness overbears the salt of the chicken and mayonnaise. It’s an art, really, making a good chicken salad. I thought I had it mastered, but once again, just like at the DMV yesterday, I was so desperately wrong. Bastards. 40 minutes I waited. For what?<br /><br />The DMV’s logo is red.<br /><br />Red.<br /><br />Like my heart.<br />And I assume most other normal, non-alien people’s hearts.<br />Beating for, on average, 72 years or something until I croak and it stops and turns brown.a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-33686553134851343622008-08-23T15:37:00.005-04:002008-08-30T14:52:37.880-04:00SHANGHAI 5I've just returned from an excellent trip.<br /><br />I spent 10 days in the world Bugs Bunny discovered when he dug deep into the Earth and popped out the other side bewildered and upside-down.<br /><br />Fortunately and unlike Bugs, I arrived on my feet. Well, enough so to take some photographs. Here they are. Enjoy them like you would a frosty beverage.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andykadin/sets/72157606907939114/">Shanghai Photomiton</a>a.kadinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384397826253069166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232048778444954536.post-64064858253972097572008-08-20T23:09:00.001-04:002008-08-20T23:16:28.883-04:00CHINA, MY CHINAcomin' home today...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-S6_g-r-Mt8Dp0L44EqVSLFQGlZaBmR2IhmTPR912J0UgD9fC9kjWgneElvRRfdErmV5wEkVbN8PpcDjovPA5fnQuxi31lLCn_Ws_vfmjjxi0c_I3cvBe9Pf2RFU557R-53hyphenhyphenbqF8MUkA/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-S6_g-r-Mt8Dp0L44EqVSLFQGlZaBmR2IhmTPR912J0UgD9fC9kjWgneElvRRfdErmV5wEkVbN8PpcDjovPA5fnQuxi31lLCn_Ws_vfmjjxi0c_I3cvBe9Pf2RFU557R-53hyphenhyphenbqF8MUkA/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236804263047223378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjfDiWJQLEQRRYCuEuw5MNoaFf4LxxVGqjzuR0UKOR6-emufBwn1Stv9MxgbBIkDC7s7a5keXC1PeT404xfiMcuJ1YsauYgIiLGKoaVQBsV77mQGUl_IKpTXxvW-AEXh9VCRu_sHWPfpD/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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