***end of the year and cheers***
***tidy nice and neat***
my wife pointed out to me that the opening lyrics of this song make me sound a bit racialist like. now i know you know there’s not a racialist bone in my body. look at my record collection. queen, elton john, pet shop boys. the whiteness of course refers to the ‘studio tan’. just had to clear that up in order that we don’t get any more messages from eastern europeans with far right leanings
***going through hull***
*** no side chains or wide wailers***
the tron daft punk album is blowing my mind. nothing but synthesizers set to a 160 piece cinematic orchestra. NEXT LEVEL. if they’d have done a load of side chained electro with disco loops and chicago soul crooners it would have felt so expected. thomas bangalter is my idol. i need to play with my 909 though for sure. in fact let me hit up logic for a hot min to button a quick cinematic beat…
***scrooge and marley – i don’t want it to be me***
***the traveller and his dog***
brass in pocket
woke up this morning wondering why my jeans felt so heavy and my stomach so bad. remembered that Mike, Magic, Beat Stevie and Lob Marley wagered me the princely sum of fifteen golden nuggets to eat a big spoonful of mustard.
EASY
next i want to try a World Record attempt at eating doughnuts.
***the resuming of normal cynicism***
this is the link to the new single by The Streets which will be out at the end of january. its one of those ones that you buy and we get money for. if you get the CD, chances are it will have come from the channel islands. a loophole in tax law sees items under £18 having no VAT from outside of the UK. january seems such a barren cold hearted apocalypse from the vantage point of this warm cosy december
Going Through Hell by The Streets
***SCROOGE AND MARLEY***
i LOVE christmas. ted mayhem not so much. magic, not so much. beat stevie, forget it. he’s too busy watching arsenal, rubbing on his ganesh figurine. i am surrounded by perpetual depressives. are my management having a christmas party? neine. they’ll be heading off to play golf in palm springs for sure. have i already had 3 christmas dinners this year? yes. what is the only remaining remnant from our record label? THE CHRISTMAS PARTY. the label was cremated many years ago and the artists long since went on to massive success but we at the beats still hold our christmas bowling afternoon. for the record, i hold the 2008 title. its etched on the trophy in eduard muybridge’s garage. christmas is a time to let down your barriers and allow in wham. it’s a time to embrace people and computer games you would spend all year avoiding. i spend all my year writing barz and listening to snare drums i just get a bit fatigued you know? so on discovering the beauty of the diminished sharp IV chord as a lift from the standard 4 chord usage, me and rob marley decided it was time to load up the JV1080 and find the church bells patch.
i know that all of you want to love christmas but possibly at some point someone scuppered your dreams. and you’re hurting. i can see it in you. so you cut yourself off as a defence mechanism. i’ve seen it time and time again. and you blame consumerism. whether or not reciprocal altruism is a display of real love in humans or simply a way to survive in this darwinian world of gordon gekkodom i don’t know but for 1 month we can all try to suspend our disbelief. we can all throw down our AK’s and wrap our arms around the whole world in a warm embrace
SCROOGE AND MARLEY – I DON’T WANT IT TO BE ME
all normal cynicism will be resumed after this outburst of positivity
