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Where's my props? I am just as good as that crooner, Sinatra. Hell, I can even tap dance and play the guitar. All he is known for is having blue eyes and being an epic drunk. Ah well, maybe I will keep plugging away and surely I will get my props. Or maybe the mob is out to get me because I truly wanted to do it my way and not like the aforementioned blue-eyed crooner. So, maybe they kept me down. Or maybe I just didn't sell because the masses weren't ready for me.

Enter the Void. I think if anyone decides to take my advice and watch this one, it may help if you have something flowing in your blood stream. I am still trying to process everything that was thrown at me, but essentially it is about reincarnation and just what the other side may offer. Is it told with crazy jumps into fractals and blinding light? Yes. Is there a crap ton of overhead shots as Oscar's (our protagonist) spirit tries to figure out where to jump next. Yes. 

Today, I would like to discuss hoarding. You see, hoarding comes in all shapes and sizes. But, I don't need to tell you that. First, you have the kind of hoarder that you see on A&E that basically lives among all his/her isht in a depressing as all hell existence. So, my question is this - what is the difference between hoarding and collecting? I think the most obvious argument is that hoarding is a detriment to one's health, while my stack of mp3's won't topple over and kill me. Ah well. 

If any of you are familiar with this blog, then you know Freshy over at eLarceny as well. And if you know Freshy, then you know he loves music - really loves music. So, much so that the chase may have equaled his love of actually listening. Hell, I think I am guilty of that as well. But, is our hoarding unhealthy? Well, you be the judge. 

Fresh acknowledged today that he has 4 days of music he has never even listened to in iTunes. This is from 2004, but still...4 days. However, I am no better. I have a whole folder on my Drobo dedicated to music I have heard. But, I love knowing all that lovely music is there. Perhaps that is what the hoarders say about their garbage and living in their own filth. I should probably ask my next door neighbor, who seems to be a world-class hoarder...named Bliss. hmmmmmm. 

On that note, let's listen to LCD Soundsystem and Skream, shall we? We shall.

Skream - Midnight Request Line.mp3

LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean.mp3

I know I need not say it, but sometimes I am truly amazed at the Interwebs - how it embodies just that, a web. You learn one thing, click on that other thing and before you know it, you are learning about cults. Yep. I wanted to see what the Grizzly Bear was doing. It has been awhile since I checked in with my favorite pensive fellas from Brooklyn. Sure enough, they are touring and will hit Hollywood Sept. 18 with Phoenix and Girls. I have heard Phoenix and I am thoroughly unimpressed. But, Girls was totally new to yours truly. So, I googled them. And then found the Wikipedia story on them. Which led me to learn that the lead singer Christopher Owens was in the Children of God Cult, now known as The Family International. 

Once I started reading, I quickly put the learning about the Girls on the back burner. I am sure I will get to them eventually, being the music slut that I am. But it's not every day that one learns about a new cult. Sure enough, this one was a lu-lu. Look no further than the picture of the cult leader, David Berg, above. Seems they thought the best way to get grow the flock was to send out the girls and do some 'Flirty Fishing'. Yep, Flirty Fishing means banging for Jesus everybody. By 1981, 300 Jesus Babies have been born, including one named Davidto. Seems Davidto didn't like being a Jesus baby and didn't like being molested by Berg and his associates, so he shot one of them before exiting the world with a bullet to his own head. Ahh, the wonderful world of cults.

On that note, let's listen to 'Dust' by Gonjasufi and Maxwell Implosion with 'The Upper Left Hand.'

The Maxwell Implosion - The Upper Left Hand.mp3

Gonjasufi - Dust.mp3

The walls have ears. But, don't fret, some are watching and keeping tabs. WikiLeaks breaks the news that the government doesn't want you to know. And don't get it twisted this sure isn't a conspiracy site, this is the real deal. I watched in combination horror and awe as the US military showed its might against a few armed Iraqi's that were confused with insurgents - watch here. The results were not not pretty. But, it's not just Feds, it also targets lovely cults like Scientology.

I always said after covering countless city council meetings that I could write about dirt and make it interesting. Today, I intend to hold true to that statement. Dust. Been thinking about Dust a lot lately. Probably because I now have a new magazine in the mix called Cabinet. It is made for C$ school of thought. Perhaps a bit esoteric, but nonetheless fascinating - all the more so because of it's inherent obscurest leanings, with just a pinch of wankerism.

Anyway, dust. Quantitatively, dust is a general name for minute solid particles with diameters less 500 micrometers. Particles in the atmosphere arise from various sources such as soil dust lifted up by wind, volcanic eruptions, and pollution. Dust in homes, offices, and other human environments consist primarily of human skin cells, but also contain small amounts of plant pollen, human and animal hairs, textile fibers, paper fibers, minerals from outdoor soil, and many other materials which may be found in the local environment. And this fascinates, from the Biblical, 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'. To the usage of dust as a world in the Dr. Seuss classic, Horton Hears a Who! My point is that dust is yet another reminder of what we are, where we are headed and simply how unbelievable it is that we are millions of tiny specks of living dust on a giant speck of dust called earth.

On that note, let's listen to tunes that give perspective of our insignificance. Ah hell, let's just listen to some grooves. Here's the DJ Cam Quartet with 'Boss Guitar' and a classic from Sebadoh 'New Worship'.

Now, I know what getting old feels like. It happens real subtle, y'all. But, if you pay attention you can see it. Want to know how I noticed? Zombieland. My sissers came and visited this weekend and we went and saw the latest Zom-Com movie. The movie is solid. Woody? Superb. Good action, funny stuff, good pacing, all the things that make a movie go. Even a great cameo by Bill Murray. 

All was great. Except..except for our ironic, withdrawn 'Columbus'. The more I dwell on his character, arc and his dialogue the more I hated him. But I have a sneaky suspicion his character - his very face - is the same sort of Michael Cera character in Super Bad that some casting agent was like - oh yeah, the misunderstood 20-year-old's will cream in their pants over. All I could think of is how exhausting these guys must be. If I were Woody, I would have shot Columbus in the face - regardless of how lonely I was in a post apocalyptic world.

That's my two cents. While you dwell on that, listen to some tunes. Here's (quite fittingly, I might add) Stakk Monkey with 'Dorkin'' and Volcano Choir 'Seeplymouth'.

Stakk Money - Dorkin.mp3

Volcano Choir - Seepymouth.mp3

Sinkholes. I have been talking to Dale about them for years, but once again last week, the sinkhole reared its ugly head. Don't believe me? Check it out here.I can't remember when I first read an article about sinkholes, but to sum, the infrastructure of the United States is falling apart. Most water pipes were built 60 years ago, but were only built to last 50 years. That kind of math isn't going to work out well for us. Read more here. And by all means keep an eye out people - sinkholes!!!!!!!

Also, I have spoken about it before, but I need to reiterate the power of Radio Lab. I listened to one of it's best episodes this week - parasites. This episode has wide-reaching implications. After listening, it will make you wonder who is steering your ship. Seriously.

Perhaps that free will thing we keep hearing about ain't really as free as we think. In no more than an hour, you will learn why cat lovers maye be powerless to love the crazy things that Kitters does. Or maybe you want to learn about the importance of outhouses, to fixing allergies with the all-powerful hook worm (isn't he addorable?). This episode is a doozy.

As for tunes, I want you to hear Major Lazer. Fresh hipped me to it. It ain't a perfect album, but it has some absolute gems. Here is "Hold the Line" Feat. Mr. Lexx & Santogold (A C$ Favorite) and "When You Hear the Bassline" feat. Ms Thing. 

 

Oh Mad Men. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. As anybody who knows C$ - C$ loves him his serials. The Sopranos, the lovely Dexter and now, Mad Men on AMC. It stands to reason I love this show, considering Matthew Weiner was a writer and executive producer on...The Sopranos. Once again, real recognizes real.

Where to begin with my description/love/fascination/addiction to this series? For those that haven't seen or heard of this show (you miserable bastards, you know who you are), Mad Men is set in the 1960s and focuses on the Madison Avenue advertising firm of Sterling/Cooper. But the real star, of course, is Don Draper (Jon Hamm), a man with a mysterious past and an innate ability for advertising and philandering - not necessarily in that order. Despite Don's flaws, his intelligence and insight make for fascinating show after show - sprinkle in some great character actors, give them a great script week after week and you have greatness.

Don't believe me? Take a look at how Don nails the pitch to Kodak - giving it's 'new' slide projector a new moniker, the Carousel. I believe that Don's ability to draw on his life and apply it to pitch after pitch is the impetus of the show. Isn't that everybody's pitch? Mixing and matching one's passions and career to make whatever we are selling (don't be fooled people, no matter what you do, you are selling). Don shows the true creativity behind a good ad and shows that art and creativity can be found in what many would describe as the darkest corner of capitalism.
 
Please, do yourself a flavor and watch this show. And by all means go to the site and create your own Mad Men avatar. Hell, leave it on the starting screen and just rock the tune. Dah, da da, da dah da dah da dah....

Let's take two songs from the Mad Men season 1 soundtrack, first is a sneaky caper tune called 'Lipstick' by David Carbonara and the theme song, from who else but our pals RJD2 and Aceyalone 'Beautiful Mine'. Drink an Old Fashioned, smoke a cigarette (or 40) and enjoy!

David Carbonara - Lipstick.mp3
Aceyalone & RJD2 - A Beautiful Mine.mp3