| | I posted a few bits of work just now. I had authored them for the enjoyment of one person; a person I was attempting to woo with words. That crumbled a while ago. So now you all reap the benefits of her poor decision making skills. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment   |
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mom is good to me. i have successfully trained her to give me gifts whenever i am home to visit, but to never
expect me to take them home to boston with me on the plane. so within a couple of days of a holiday visit, i
can usually expect a series of meticulously packed boxes waiting for me on my dirty front porch.
look at that perfect motherly penmanship. mom has changed a bit in the 32 years i have known her. but
her pretty cursive has never changed. it warms my heart. the only problem -- she addressed my care
package to newtonville. tisk tisk. i live in newton corner. very posh. newtonville is the dirtiest of the
13 villages of newton. its like living in the 10101 and getting something addressed to you in jersey city.
let's open it up.
cookware. delicious. mom redeems some kind of credit card user points for products she doesn't need, then pawns
them onto austin or myself. she's been very keen on filling out my kitchen ever since erika left and took her
dozens of pots and pans with her.
mom is also a fan of doctor oz (although she is not an oprah show viewer. curious.) i think i'm going to eventually
be gifted her entire Best Life library ever since she discovered i had started smoking again on christmas day.
c'mon, mom. its the only vice i have left. i mean, after the drink and the ladies.
an athletic bag she presumably received at some tennis event at her country club. i don't have anything i could
put in it for my athletic activities. but i am tempted to put karl in it and bring it to the gym. i see a handle.
more cookware. awesome. i used the bad boy to make a delicious bit of rice on saturday night. i experimented
with a mixture of curry powder and old bay. east meets... east. wonderfully pungent.
a painting of a... carrot. the carrot and i have a storied history together. i was a huge fan of the vegetable
as a raw snack during my teenage years and the early twenties. when i got fat in college and mom put me on
sugar busters during summer break 1997, carrots were off the menu. and i pitched a total fit. i was sort of a
dirty punk about my carrot consumption as an irresponsible teenager; you would often find the roots of a
consumed carrot hanging deep in the cushions of our living room couches. this is already up in my kitchen as
a reminder to clean up my act.
mom took a huge interest in the photo collages i made while she was visiting me in boston last summer. i'm
proud to say i inspired her; austin and i both have these. this is her hat montage; a collection of photos
of the family in stupid hats. very classy.
kyleen saw the photo of me with the anti-shock bag hat from college and said i hadn't changed one damn lick
since 1996. as someone fearful of aging, this was the perfect thing to say to me. also in this detail, my god
awful cowboy outfit dad procured for austin and i in the early 1980's. what you can't see is the ridiculous
rawhide belt with "horne" branded in the back. yes, i wore it to school. it was also the belt dad frequently
used to beat the hell out of me during my teenage years for most of my bouts of bad behavior. yehaw.
austin and i took immense pride in our big wheels.
this is the montage of homes my parents lived in over the years. mom has been a bit obsessive recently
at making sure we get copies of most of the older family photos. mom and dad lived in some great crappy
texas apartments during their early years and some are on display here. of greater interest are some of the
run down dirty ranches mom spent some of her childhood on. mom had a pet chicken at some point in her life.
the third and final collage is a collection of places i myself have lived; both family homes and the dingy
philadelphia apartments i called home. dead center is me coming out of my newton apartment; a photo taken
at probably the fattest point of my life in the last three years. i'm not proud of it. when asked why the house
i shared with erika for three years wasn't part of the collage, mom replied, "i sacrificed veracity with a
desire for you to actually look at the collage." good going mom. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| 85% John Edwards
81% Hillary Clinton
78% Barack Obama
74% Chris Dodd
73% Joe Biden
70% Bill Richardson
66% Mike Gravel
65% Dennis Kucinich
50% Rudy Giuliani
45% John McCain
42% Tom Tancredo
41% Mitt Romney
35% Mike Huckabee
26% Fred Thompson
16% Ron Paul
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Its not like I don't have other decent LJ updates to make.
here is how it works. copy this list. leave in the bands you've seen perform live. delete the ones you haven't and add new ones that you have seen until you reach 25. an asterisk means the previous person had it on their list. two asterisks means the last two people who did this before you had that band on their list.
My list
1. The Orb
2. Radiohead**
3. Ween
4. Impotent Sea Snakes
5. Bowery Electric
6. Spring Heel Jack
7. NIN***
8. Yo La Tengo
9. Rage Against the Machine
10. Sade
11. they might be giants ***
12. Chemical Brothers *
13. Crystal Method *
14. Frank Black
15. The Reverend Horton Heat
16. GWAR
17. Sonic Youth
18. Orbital
19. Stereolab
20. Slayer
21. Genitorturers
22. Meat Beat Manifesto
23. Blur
24. KMFDM
25. Lo Fidelity All Stars | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Fuck. I went onto the website for the TCU Daily Skiff (my alma mater's student newspaper) and they've removed their archives from 2005 and older. I was the subject of many editorials and police blotter records from being a "creative positive nuisance." Now I can't access them anymore, and my old issues are yellow and rotty. Grr.
For the record, I was looking for an editorial written about my exploits in abusing chalk advertising on campus sidewalks and walls; Earl had visited me for the weekend while escaping a hurricane. We got bored in the Albertsons and I picked up a package of sidewalk chalk. Chalk ads at TCU had reached epidemic levels and I wanted to leave my mark. That mark included a shocking pink rendition of a conversation between a short skirt wearing school girl and a carrot brandishing bunny rabbit. One of them asks the other for a spanking. It was visible from University Drive, and drawn during Parents Week so the editorial was understandable. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Today has really been a get my life into order day. After a morning at the gym and a stomach full of Chinese dumplings, I broke in the new old lawnmower. I was surprised at just how little grass there is in the yard. Its almost all weed. It looks half decent now; almost like an actual yard when viewed from the street. The landlord next door came over to both thank and chide me. A thank you for stepping up and cleaning house; a scolding for "giving into my slumlord." Can you write $1550 checks monthly to a slumlord?
The rest of this afternoon was spent cleaning the apartment. I had a week's worth of dishes waiting for me (plumbing issues recently resolved), half a fridge of unwanted or decaying food; a cat's worth of stray hair to sweep up. The main focus was moving a lot of the stuff from my tiny half bedroom to the rest of the house to liven up the space.
This tiny room hosts my record collection, my dj equipment, a desk and most of my possessions. Funny how I was essentially hiding most of my life in this tiny room, giving Erika the run of the rest of the house. Now that I've spread everything out, the house is just a little less depressing. Oddly enough, the room that seems the most tied together -- my bedroom -- is the room I spend the least amount of time in.
The thing that's vexing me the most is these two framed photographs:
My mom participated in a "Cats of Lakeway Estates" calender shoot last year and, for a laugh I suppose, sent me the evidence. The frames are really nice; the photos float in a space of glass around a rich wood frame. But, come on... they're crazy photos of my mom and a dead cat. When we were packing two weeks ago, she took one of Erika's paintings off of the wall and put the photo of Tiger up. If I keep the photo there, I would put the photo of mom and Tiger on the adjacent wall for symmetry. But my feeling is that any woman who comes into this house would see these images first... and might get a... unfavorable impression of me.
Guidance please.
I've been listening to this mix while writing this:
Dubstep
I've heard of dubstep in recent years, but never heard it. This shit is totally up my alley. So grimey. I love it.
And, yes.. that's how I look when I don't put any product in my hair.
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DOWNLOAD: olivetti | pinkglossglowingpixelscreamingteenagers
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258 megs; one hundred eighty-seven minutes
an obsessive collection of the music i travelled with and fetishized over as a child and teenager;
ultimately attributing to my dj tastes years later.
marc summers | obsessive open
part A sedan deville sessions
the rolling stones | undercover
power station | go to zero
wang chung | look at me now
the fixx | changes
yes | owner of a lonely heart
robert palmer | i didn't mean to turn you on
pet shop boys | west end girls
part B canal villerie is dying
biz markee | spring again
de la soul | say no go
hall and oates | i can't go for that
nu shooz | point of no return
kraftwerk | techno pop
public image ltd. | body
part C take the physical challenge
front 242 | headhunter
nitzer ebb | captivate
die krupps | machineries of joy
nitzer ebb | join in the chant
information society | what's on your mind (pure energy)
latour | people are still having sex
dmob featuring cathy denis | c'mon and get my love
black box | everybody everybody
jody watley | some kind of lover
dna featuring suzanne vega | tom's diner
soul II soul | back to life
part D mode seven
the klf | 3am eternal
the sound of now | drop it
techno grooves | techno slam
frequency | where is your evidence?
fierce ruling diva | rubb it in
gat decor | passion
doi oing | good feeling/something in my head
part E q93 night drive
slick rick | behind bars
gangstarr | mass appeal
krs 1 | return of the boom bap
de la soul | ego trippin'
epilogue 8394 ironic statement (the two tracks that wouldn't fit)
joe jackson | stepping out
ill al skratch | where my homiez?
marc summers | its over
about the mix
all tracks beatmatched then recorded from their original vinyl source. all mixing and sequencing was done digitally, with the exception of part D which was mixed live. all transitions between tracks are original olivetti productions. exaggerated compression added
to final mix for sizzling "recorded off the radio" feel.
about the influences
this mix is dedicated to the people who introduced me to new forms of music.
carl and lana horne | always had the radio on in the car up until 1988 when it became "to distracting to drive in new orleans."
angie mirtipati | shoved a PIL tape in my bookbag once and let me dub her european rave compilations to tape before she had a chance to listen to them. was also my date to a live crystal waters show in 1995.
ty christian | allowed me to be the second kid in junior high to get into de la soul.
chris tusa | would always want to listen to industrial and ebm while engaging in late night bouts of mega man 2 and super mario bros 3.
daniel cloud | informed me of mc escher's saturday night acid house show on wtul one night after drama club and invited me to his suburban rave parties (i still have the ridiculous flyers).
bryan wilson | lent me his speed limit 140bpm mix tapes and was a generally appreciative rave nutter during high school and beyond. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| Damn. Two weeks ago I was trying to find an episode of "Double Dare" on videotape, so I could sample Marc Summers shouting "On Your Mark, Get Set, GO!" I thought it would be a fairly innocuous event -- but damn did it send me back into a spiral of pre-teen frenzy. Back then, Double Dare was religion and Marc Summers was God to me. I nearly immediately went online and found a trove of old episodes that I downloaded and worshiped to for almost a full Saturday.
With some retrospection twenty years in the making, I have personally declared Mr. Summers a Christ figure. Watching those old episodes now knowing how he was vilifying himself and his work under the crushing grip of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder -- just for me to get my afterschool rocks off -- he fucking suffered for me. He suffered for everyone who made that show appointment television.
Being loud and messy is just about the closest thing a suburban child can get to anarchy and for Marc to bring tha noize for me every day during my awkward time.... thank you. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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