I live in the coolest city

I filmed this in the 42nd Street subway station today, but added a better quality tune at home:



I am going to Ukraine in 2 days and will return on August 2nd. Not that anyone would notice by reading this dusty blog!

Rasta Highland Cow smiley

Highland Cow smiley

The girls

I like them black girls
I like them white girls
I like them Asian girls
I like them mixed race girls
I like them Spanish girls
I like them Italian girls
I like the French girls
And I like Scandinavian girls
I like them tall girls
I like them short girls
I like them brown hair girls
I like them blonde hair girls
I like them big girls
I like them skinny girls
I like them carrying a little bitty weight girls

Calvin Harris is a Scottish electro producer with a punk rock bent and he has just produced the first Dizzy Rascal mc'd track that I like. Actually, I love it! I usually find Dizzy Rascal's flow too disjointed, and while I appreciate it, I don't listen to it. Maybe I just haven't heard the right thing... Anyway:



Listen to more of Calvin's music on his mySpazz page here. I recommend "Acceptable in the 80s" and "Merrymaking At My Place."

Yesterday, I found myself inside a drained public swimming pool in Brooklyn with thousands of dancing people. The reason we were all there was M.I.A. throwing down her weird, otherworldly rhymes, while air sirens and steel drum rhythms permeated the air. Holy Fuck opened. If you are not familiar with Holy Fuck, they are an experimental lo-fi electronic group. The sound is akin to a mash-up DJ with a rock attitude. However, no records or computers are used to create the sound. Instead, the band uses live drums, guitars, and keyboards, along with toy instruments and indescribable devices. Peak energy and some awesome twisted sonics throughout their whole set! Then Diplo came out in a Tickle Me Elmo suit (the head kept being removed) and played some tracks nonchalantly, including a Santogold tune ("Creator" to be exact). Then some girl came out to little fanfare and I, along with what seemed like many others, mistook her for M.I.A. She was skinny, black, and weird so she fit the description. After throwing down some rhymes and warming up the crowd, she exited the stage. M.I.A. finally appeared when it got darker to a oddball video introduction. The stage was lined with glowing palm trees, a giant screen and colored bars on either side. Although I thought the sound was a bit muddy (we were in an empty swimming pool, after all) her energy was contagious. She loves her air horn sound too. I suppose it inspires feelings of attack and revolution, which I think is her goal. She attacks her microphone and her DJ attacks the air with (sometimes harsh) blasts of sound. I could not even see the DJ (I think it was Diplo) because for most of her set, the stage was filled with 100+ dancing people! Good beats by the way! I shook my moneymaker and my friend Richie was kindly asked by security to remove himself from a raised platform, on which he had made his personal dance floor.

Musically, I enjoyed Holy Fuck more, but the overall energy and atmosphere of the entire night was fantastic!

Photos here.

Videos here.

The Metric system

Alex Metric is a UK producer who's music wholly satisfies my need for thick and twisting house / electro. I like it because the rhythms are tight and springy, not overly slamming and annoying. It's a full sound that this Metric one makes, so listen in small doses. If you can get the fucker to work, you can listen to his tunes on his mySpace page:

http://www.myspace.com/alexmetric

Maybe I don't want to be rescued

Today, while I was cleaning my parents' swimming pool I noticed a wee creature leisurly paddling next to the wall. I looked closer and realized that it was a tiny turtle! Much too small to be a teenager but it could certainly have been a mutant ninja. I took him out of the water, placed him on the kitchen counter and took some photographic evidence of my discovery, which will be posted at a later date. Then I gently placed him on the grass in the back yard. Then I thought that perhaps he wanted to be in the water and I just set him back a whole day! I
think he (I don't know why assume it was male. Turtle sexism on my part I suppose) was a baby snapping turtle so I think I've got a rich, full butt snapping in my future. Just hankering for a snappering!

The iPod warned me that I am running out of juice. To all of you out there in TV land, good night! May the four winds blow you safely home.

Here is something else to look at.

I haven't listened to Spor in weeks.