Send an AlmondMail to Dave Haberman, because this is the first time I am publicly and openly liking a popular song. I felt really proud of myself for being able to actually enjoy tripe like this, and I felt “human” despite the fact that the standards for physical appearance in this video are CGI level and people like this only exist in Urban Outfitters signage, and I felt like I was part of the subset of people who are actually capable of feeling not-misanthropy (aka most people). So I felt normal and up-to-date for once in my adult life. Then I realized this song was almost a half decade old. Looks like it’s back to the dying board!
Here’s a Converge track to even things out. Check out the Drumcorps minute-long remix of it from Grist, I didn’t realize at the time it was a remixed Converge song and it definitely helped my mind literally disintegrate. Well, not literally, but you know what I mean. You probably don’t. Well, you know what I mean.
This makes me miss recording miscellaneous experiments on a Tascam MF-P01. It’s so low-overhead that anything goes. This is a calm before the massive storm of a five-year major depression and heroin addiction that nearly killed Frusciante. Note to self, grab a SM58, quarter-to-XLR, DS-1, and mic stand next time I’m at 251 Hyde.
How did the single with Armand van Helden, You Don’t Know Me, come about?
Armand and I had been friends since he was DJing at the Loft in Boston when I was a student at Boston University. He has always thought I was a great singer. He had only heard me in the clubs singing chants to records that he played. I was just a club kid screaming on the dance floor.
When he was working on the 2 Future 4 U project he wanted me to do a track. After two nights of mediocre material, the third night after the work “You Don’t Know Me” was born. Armand sampled a couple of tracks and made a loop, walked away and I wrote the lyrics and then sung the song, all in his living room.
Rad! A French Crystal Castles and less obnoxious. And the melodies are more interesting and weird. I can’t wait to re-live my life as the lead singer’s 3rd grade teacher’s 3rd favorite pair of shoes’ shoelace (left shoe only.)
Good God, man… early 80s synth funk is the brightest, groovenest music I can think of, honestly. It makes me feel like a montage of busy early 80s city life, with those super boxy/rectangular blue and white cop cars, riding an elevator, monochrome CRT displays, eggs. So basically Ghostbusters
. I want to fuck a ghost.
I really got to get around to watching this film — it’s on my list of films that everyone else has seen but I haven’t and probably never will, which includes Supertroopers, Goodfellas, any of the Godfather films, any Star Wars film, any film that does not feature Steve Buscemi, and Sister Act IV: Allah ‘Bout Whoopi’s Missing Eyebrows.
I saw stand up comedy a couple nights ago in Oakland. Comedians say the phrase “you guys” frequently; it’s part of the current comedy formula. I think the Universe can probably be boiled down to formulae, simple formulae that produce complexity. That’s good news because if the formulas are understood, then we can apply them to our lives to make our lives better. It seems ridiculous to me that given the opportunity, we wouldn’t wipe out sadness, boredom, lethargy, disease. It might reveal that what you perceive as “free will” is anything but, but the tradeoff means nirvana. As in, free tickets to a Nirvana cover band’s show at Burnin’ Burro Studios in Livermore, California, circa 2004. All the attendees of this show will be slight variations of you — you born in Indonesia, you born as a black woman named Sharan, you with red hair and an affinity for Social Techblog Mobile Go SEO marketing social media keyword social strategy Adderall click here Viagra