Archive for April, 2008
Yeah, I know it’s been a long while since I’ve post, and I apologize to any clandestine fans who haven’t commented or anything. Its not really that I haven’t been playing at clckwrk – its more that I just haven’t been satisfied with a piece enough to stick it up on here, is all.
Anyways, no more – since I’m quite happy with this mix here, again – both the tunage and sticking it together. I still have a lot to learn, and could definitely use a better toolset to work with while mixing, but otherwise, I think its good and hope you do too. Its a mix of melodic housey piano stuff and some bleepy electro cuts and all that stuff. Kinda splits in the middle then bends back, funnily enough.
As usual, feedback and stuff is appreciated.
Chloe – Its Sunday
My My – Fast Freeze
Francesco Tristano – The Melody (Balil Remix)
Gui Boratto & Martin Eyerer – The Beach
Asli – Springsequence
Still Going – Still Going Theme
Pryda – Pjanoo
Alexkid & Chloe – Afterblaster (Mazi and Duriez Remix)
John Acquaviva & Olivier Giacomotto – Sofa King (Polar Noise Remix)
Gel Abril – Your Face is a Mess (Deetron Remix)
Nightguy – Pretty Face
Booka Shade – Mandarine Girl
(awesome character pic by Fishyboner, too..)2 comments
A new viewer. I have to admit I don’t know you anymore. Is it me? Where once I saw a person, now I just see fragments. Which makes me wonder what you see. The same Esteban Moody you saw before or just the wreckage of evolution? Eyeball-machine connected to perception-machine connected to ideology-machine all squishing away in there like clockwork? Just bouncing around like billiard balls you and me and the rest? I take a stone from the left pocket of my great-coat. I watch the evening news and it makes me angry. Someone is calling on the telephone.
This is the latest news in science. As usual, a hundred years behind. I saw a doe and her fawns still behind the trees, then they silently bounded out of sight. The point is that it
doesn’t bother me in the least. Quite frankly, it’s reassuring to see the rest of the world finally getting it. Look, that old way of thinking was just getting in the way, like you were Captain Kirk sitting on the bridge of the Enterprise in your head barking orders at Sulu to make the arm and the hand move to pick up a glass of water and telling Spock to finish up those budget reports for Wednesday? Remember how you were always tuning into the evil Kirk or fighting the you from another dimension or switching bodies with that chick? Well, it turns out that was the real you all along.
In here, we’re cool with that. Some days I have the head of a giant rabbit. I change the color of my skin. We’ve always been cool with that. The philosophy of it, the psychology, the epistemology — you know, the whole enchilada.
So why you gotta make me buy a new graphics card? Oh noes!5 comments
[photo: Chestnut Rau]
Stop calling me Kelvin.
Two podcasts for the price of one!
Funk me, it’s Friday! | 21 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Jimmy Smith: Mission Impossible
Mandrill: Fat City Strut
The Boogaloo Investigators: Let The Groove Move You
Diamond Uprisers: Diamond Jerk (New Kind of Jerk)
The Pointer Sisters: Yes We Can, Can
Ebony Vibe Everlasting: We Are Family
Freddie & The Kinfolk: The Goat
The Fabulous Counts: Lunar Funk
The Capitols: Afro-Twist
James Brown: Devil’s Den (Live)
Billy Preston: Gospel Groove
Lo-Fidelity Allstars: Tied To The Mast
Black Star: Astronomy (8th Light)
The Buena Vistas: Soul Clappin
Broad Street Gang: 12th Street Man
Syl Johnson: Don’t Give It Away
Sugar Billy: Super Duper Love Pt1
Sugar Billy: Super Duper Love Pt2
Bea Ford & James Brown: You’ve Got The Power
Funk me, it’s Friday! | 28 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
James Brown: Night Train
The O’Jays: Love Train
Xavier: Work That Sucker To Death
Chris Joss: Get With It
The Apples: Killing
Chuck D & the SLAMjamz Artist Revue: Soul Power
Fred Wesley & The J.B.’s: More Peas
The Snugs: Strugglin’ (Original)
Lack of Afro: Pure Filth
Soul Toranodoes: Go For Yourself
Stevie Wonder: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Sam Cooke: (Somebody) Ease My Troublin’ Mind
Aussieangel, me, Bambie, and Guen rockin’ out at Clockwork
You’re a rock star, honey. I’m a rock star. That kid on the bus today was a rock star. Everyone’s a goddamn rock star. Why? Because we rock. That’s called logic.
I’m not talking about a video game; I’m not talking about some shit in a can. It’s not a fantasy. I’m talking about the raw power, the super sexual charge, the joyful charisma that you radiate just by getting up in the morning. Teenagers chase you down the street. They know your songs by heart. I’m wearing a t-shirt with your face on it.
Everybody loves you. Even snotty talk show hosts giggle when you flash a smile. Your parents apologize for all the grief they gave you for dropping out of school. You look good in spandex.
But you’re a different kind of rock star, you know. You’re not fueled by insecurity and you’re not an egomaniac. I know you don’t make a lot of money. You don’t trash hotel rooms. You’re not going to die by choking on your own vomit. You won’t end up a pathetic dinosaur pimping out your own brilliance for quick cash.
Here you come, walking down the street. The sun glints off your mirrored shades. There’s a rock n roll soundtrack for the world today, and everything’s gonna be all right.4 comments