Thursday, February 26, 2009

sweaty crease 11



Play and playback, baby.

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The Stylistics - Payback is a Dog
pressed in 1973



































"I must think I heard,
Some news, about you
I just turned my head
And closed my ears, it hurt so bad

First i tried to run
I paused, a moment
Just to catch my breath
And then i saw how big a fool i was
To love you so
And when i turned my back
I had nowhere to go

Remember, when i told you
Not long ago
If you wanted somebody new
To let me know
One day you'll know just how it feels
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog

It seems like only yesterday
We chased our rainbow
Now our pot of gold
Has turned to worthless useless...
And it seems
It was just a dream
And i just woke up
I don't have anything

Now you seem to act so strange
I told you so
Only got yourself to blame
Wanna let you know
One day you'll see just how it feels
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog
Payback is a dog
Dog, it's a dog"

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Day Twelve - Repertoire, etc.


Everything But The Girl - Get Back Together
pressed in 1990










Think of residue or excretion as paramount to systemic health. For as a gold filter demands a coarse grind and a paper filter a fine one, and as Keaton's Batman discovered that it was not just hairspray that contorted the faces of Joker's victims into masques of clown death but, rather, hairspray and deodorant/lipstick/talcum powder - in this selfsame way, objects have a certain intensity all their own. This is how taste develops and how beauty comes to be appreciated.

You like a little grit in your coffee? You like crema? How about red flecks (also called 'tiger striping') in your coffee denoting a mastery of extraction? There will always be standards but the art is about finding something that works for you. Things that make your heart sing or make you smile all day.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

sweaty crease 10



It's a Happy Birthday so Click and Play!

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I Level - Give Me
remix by larry levan
pressed in 1982





































When you're on the wrong side of thirty, your ice creams green, your wine from Slovenia and your cake from a bunch of pirates.
Arrggghhh, Land Lubbers!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Day Eleven - Hearing The Bird Sing


Metro Area - Caught Up
pressed in 2001


"Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering."
Haruki Murakami - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

































"You don't get it, do you?" I said. "It's not a question of 'what then.' Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So what's wrong if there happens to be one person in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?"
Haruki Murakami





























"あらゆるものは通りすぎる。それは誰にも捉えることはできない。"
Haruki Murakami - Hear the Wind Sing

Saturday, February 14, 2009

sweaty crease 0♥



Courage. Play. Heart in the Desert.

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The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition
pressed in 2009



































If one makes a distinction between public spaces and one's sleeping quarters, or between being on the battlefield and on the tatami, when the moment comes there will not be time for making amends. There is only the matter of constant awareness. If it were not for men who demonstrate valor on the tatami, one could not find them on the battlefield either.
hagakure by yamamoto tsunetomo

Friday, February 13, 2009

Day Ten - Friday the 13th


Stanley Kubrick - The Shining
pressed in 1980

























-What are you doing down here?
-i...i just, uh, wanted, to talk to you...
-Okay...Let's talk. What do you wanna talk about?
-i can't really remember...
-You can't remember.
-no, i can't.
-Maybe, it was about Danny? Maybe it was about him. I think we should discuss Danny. I think we should discuss what should be done with him, what should be done with him.
-i don't know...
-I dont think that's true. I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Danny. And I'd like to know what they are.
-ah, well, i...i...think, maybe he should be taken to a doctor.
-You think, maybe, he should be taken to a doctor.
-yess.
-When do you think maybe he should be taken to a doctor...
-as soon as possible?
-as soon as possible?....
-jack, please..
-You believe his health might be at stake.
-ye-yes.
-You are concerned about him.
-uh, ye-yes.
-And are you concerned about me?
-of course i am...
-Of course you are! Have you ever thought about my responsibilites?
-oh jack! what are you talking about?
-You ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities! have you ever thought for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers! Has it ever occured to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May the First? Does it matter to you at all, that the owners, have placed their complete confidence and trust in me and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract, in which I have accepted that responsibility. Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principle is? Do you! Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future, if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities! Has it ever occurred to you?! Has it?!
-g-get away from me!
-why...
-i-i just wanna go back to my room...
-why?
-i'm very confused...i j-just need a chance to think things over...
-You've had your whole fucking life to think things over! What good's a few minutes more gonna do you now?


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

sweaty crease 08



Rawrr!

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Felix - Tiger Stripes
pressed in 1984


Up and down your back,
Orange and Black,
I can see your tiger stripes!




Day Nine - Carlos Santana or Dan??


Santana - Samba Pa Ti
pressed in 1970

Perfect Tim(ing) w/ Coffee - (Absolutely True Events)

Coffee is great. Some coffee is superior to others. The Kyoto Iced Coffee's aftertaste at bb coffee company in sf is undertones of dark chocolate.























It's really amazing how they do that. Apparently, their coffee machines cost an exorbitant and obscene amount of money. And they're also obsessive about brewing great coffee.


I drank most of the Kyoto Iced, but left the rest at the bottom of the paper cup which I left overnight in my car's cup-holder.













This morning I went to Starbucks to get the newspaper. After I parked, I decided to throw out the Kyoto I left in my car and the other paper coffee cup next to it from days gone by. I don't remember how long the other cup had been there. So I picked both of them up and headed across the parking lot to Starbucks.


As I'm crossing the asphalt expanse, I see an enormous Tow Truck parked in front of Starbucks. And it's one of those huge yellow and blue variety of Tow Trucks. The kind where one of it's front tires is almost as big as you are. Chest-high, you know? Just gigantic.




































But, real.


So as I walk across the lot, two fisting coffee cups, two employees from the starbucks morning shift walk past me and one of them, they're walking side by side, the one closest to me says, '...Carlos Santana or Dan....' to the other.

Two seconds later, and I swear to this, because this kind of stuff happens to me all the time, I look up as the Tow Truck Driver climbs into the Tow Truck and when he turns on the truck ^-^ Samba Pa Ti starts playing on his radio.














The timing of the words with the music was so uncanny, so brilliant, so incredible, that I immediately smiled and my day brightened up that much more.








(And this Dan guy? Marino? The Automator? Defeat Autism Now?)

Saturday, February 07, 2009

sweaty crease 07



Click cloud cover play and come back another day.

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The Orb - Little Fluffy Clouds
pressed in 1990

...Over the past few years, to the traditional sounds of an english summer, the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow, has been added a new noise...

What were the skies like when you were young?

They ran on for ever, they ah, when i,
We lived in Arizona
And the skies always had little fluffy clouds in 'em
And, ah, they were long and clear
And there were lots of stars
At night
And, ah, when it would rain it would all turn...
It -- They were beautiful
The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
Ah, the sunsets were
Purple and Red
And Yellow and on Fire
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere
That's -- unique
Because I used to look at them all the time when I was little
You don't see that...





















Rene Magritte - The False Eye (Le Faux Miroir)
1928

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Day Eight - Thresholds that Were and Door


Fantastic Plastic Machine - Euphoria
pressed in 2003


W(h)ere is the wolf (t)here, you monsters of grace?

At the sight or sense of the full moon, the were of men and of beast emerges. This transformational metamorphosis occurs as a convergence of two things in one body. In the case of the werewolf, the wolf acclimates itself into the body of a human. The final shape depends on which of the two, man or beast, has a stronger vitalism.











That is why the nature of lycanthropy produces varying types of werewolves. There are some that are more wolf than man and others that are more man than wolf.












This suggests that the body is itself only a threshold. This is not a ridiculous concept. For to believe that the phases of the moon can alter our bodies is in fact true. The pull and gravity of the moon is very strong. The wolf understands this.










That is why the wolf calls to the moon. For the wolf can feel the moon's pull, yet cannot do anything about it. Neither bring it closer nor swallow it whole. The moon merely hangs in the sky glowing indifferently. This causes the wolf anguish. It's howl is a lament.







































Some wolves are driven mad by their misery. A slight chemical change occurs in their blood by this lunar lunacy which makes their blood infectious. These wolves gnash their teeth and their maw salivates not for hunger but for blood. Human blood.


But their bite does something else than injury. Their bite and blood cause the bodies of those they bite to become thresholds. These infected bodies become veritable shape shifters reflecting the forever torment between the moon and her wailing wolves.





















These bodies become ever open doorways into a permanent play of puissance between the moon and her wolves. For at the mere sight or sense of the moon, these bodies give up their consistency and throw themselves into disarray. These bodies become open wounds, or in a sense, lunar woundscapes of anguish and lament.

Monday, February 02, 2009

sweaty crease 06



Lilac Time.

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Nick Drake - River Man
pressed in 1968