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Tuesday, February 13, 2001
you get what you deserve. I love Exploding Dog. You must love it too. I also love fog. Never mind the danger and inconvenience. (Trina voice): so pretty.... Also there is a love for Goats. No, not like that, you sick bastard.
Wednesday, March 07, 2001
When someone asks you what happiness is, tell them this. Happiness is coming out of a long cold. Your sinuses have been clogged for a week. You've been coughing up the same pieces of gooey yellow phlegm every five minutes. They struggle to get out, but they don't quite make it. Sometimes the coughs pile on top of each other in their struggle to get out; you haven't finished the fifth before the sixth one comes calling. When you go driving, every time you descend a hundred feet or more, it starts to feel like you're carrying the entire Earth's atmosphere around in your head. It bears down on you, oppresses you. You yawn to try to relieve the pressure, but it does nothing. Days pass. Your phlegm becomes thicker, your coughs raspier. They burn like someone made you breathe ground glass. You make little, half-coughs in an effort to satisfy the demon within that wants you to pneumatically eject alveoli and bronchi from your mouth. You croak pitiful requests for water to anyone who will listen. Finally things start to change. You cough up thick chunks of brown phlegm, and spit them out into the sink. They awe you so that you stare at them a few minutes before washing them away. Then, without warning, your Eustachian tubes open up again, and the mucus flooding your sinuses magically drains away. You can hear for real for the first time in an eternity. You almost forgot what it was like. You inhale deeply, and don't collapse in a fit of coughing on the floor. You look around, and realize you'd forgotten what it meant to be healthy. This, my friends, is happiness.
Wednesday, March 28, 2001
John Digweed is amazing. I cannot recommend anything more highly than "Global Underground 019: Los Angeles." It is magnificent. If you are a fan of saccharine-sweet, synthy, euro-pop progressive trance, this is not for you. If you are a bit more open-minded, this will speak to you. Over the course of two CD sets lasting 140-some minutes, Digweed builds the tension. Higher and higher until you think you can take it no longer. It builds with an oppressive, ominous force like a thunderstorm coming on a hot summer day. The very air presses down on you, filling you with dread. It is unrelenting in its darkness, pushing and pushing at you. He even manages to make Way Out West's "The Gift" dark and sinister. Only about 11 minutes from the end of the second set do the clouds finally break, the relief washing over you and highlighting the tension that you had only been dimly aware of before. It isn't a return to the shiny happy music of "Heaven Scent," for example, but just by contrast, the bouncy, slightly upbeat of "One" pulls you out of the dungeons of the previous two hours. But you don't get the bright blue sky, because that would be too easy. A dim sunlight shines down, filtered through clouds that are only now melting away, and yet, weak as it is, you still squint at the change. Buy this record. Buy it for me. Buy it for yourself. Until you love it, you are just a dabbler, a dilettante in electronic dance music. If you spend your time listening to happy, fluffy music, you will find this boring or scary. This is not for you; you are not worthy. If you look for music that will resonate, listen to this. Really listen to it. Appreciate it. Savor it. They rarely come this good. This is a masterpiece.
Wednesday, May 23, 2001
And the villagers rejoice: Vermont Senator Jim Jeffords to leave Republican party for Democratic party.
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
Hot diggity! Yahoo! Internet Life has awarded "Best Download Site" to my chronic and relapsing employers, Audiogalaxy (link). I'd like to think I played some small part in it. A very, very small part. Ah well. I can bask in the glory.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Here we are at Carnaval a few weeks ago, courtesy of a former co-worker I ran into. I look kind of goofy, but you already know what I look like.
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