idiot songs

unrelenting frictions from a republican living room.
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Whenever I mess around with someone else’s song, I like to pretty much take every liberty I can outside of changing the melody and chord sequence, depending on what kind of song it is. Almost as much as melody and chord sequences, instrumentation and production have always been an enormous drawing point for me when I listen to music. I like to geek out in my mind and imagine what gear someone is using or what kind of studio technique was used to achieve a certain sound. 

Richard D. James, more commonly known as Aphex Twin, has been producing and creating electronic music since the early 90s. What makes this man truly unique is that he was not only creating digital soundscapes in a time where there was none of the now standard software programs to support electronic music production, he was manufacturing his own unique technology simply to serve his own productions. In my opinion, a lot of  ”DJs” making electronic music today are nothing more than button jockeys letting the program do the work for them. Not that any of the teenagers on MDMA give a shit, they just want more bass. I think it’s of the utmost importance to marry technology and humanity as evenly as possible when making music. Learning and using the vast array of resources available to us without relying on that power to dictate the outcome, while paying homage to who and what came before you to allow you that freedom. 

I had an idea to try and replicate the Aphex Twin song “Maximum Electronica” when I was super stoned sitting in my band mate’s car. I was playing the song for them and I said “I really want to make a version of this song but replace all the digital keyboard parts with a guitar”. He looked at me and gave me a stoney smile which I read as “I’m high, but that sounds cool”. That was in September. The reason it’s taken me this long to complete it is because the original version of this song is so dense, production-wise, that it took me forever just to figure out all of the different layers. I tried to remain as close to the arrangement as I possibly could but in all honesty, I could never make my version as interesting or as fluid as the original so I omitted about a minute of the song out of my version. All the sounds you hear, with the exception of the sequenced drums, were made with an electric guitar or bass. Different filters and synth pedals were used to replicate the sounds but at the end of the chain was a microphone and an amplifier. 

*listen with headphones*





Gen 1:4

There is a small independent bookstore in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, that I would drop in to and search through piles and piles of poetry collections. Some of them were used, others were waiting to be used. The ones I picked up now occupy a small spot in my makeshift book shelf. There is one that I particularly care for called “Drunken Jonah” by Dermot McCarthy. Whenever I feel stunted lyrically, intellectually, or spiritually even, I can open this small poetry book by an unknown author in Canada, and find something as familiar as a baby blanket. Here is one of my favorite pieces of his.

so he made the sea and dry land

sea wrought,

dreamt the tempest in a belch

after death’s cabbage rose,

did so, yes, against the eye, vanity

they thought there was a plan

the fools

and a vertical song some canticle 

of saving

but I, Jonah

had seen the plot lugged by a dwarf

in a dream I forgot

idiot song in a darkening cell,

a blonde man drawing light.

-Dermot McCarthy, Drunken Jonah, 1979



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When I was little I’d ride in my Mom’s seafoam green Buick and she’d put on her Bruce Springstein tape and I’d sing along to it and make up words. I distinctly remember sitting in the front seat and coming up with something about peanut butter as the chorus to this song. Peanut butter is my favorite.



cover me

I’m gonna start doing one acoustic cover a week and posting it on here. Maybe some requests? The weirder the better. Nothing after 2000, please!



hatethefuture:

We asked teenagers whether they thought smart phones got in the way of dating and/or relationships.
79% said they’d Googled how to give good head. 
21% called us “fags.”

hatethefuture:

We asked teenagers whether they thought smart phones got in the way of dating and/or relationships.

79% said they’d Googled how to give good head. 

21% called us “fags.”



A Career Woman In Heat

Extra marital blissed out.

Thirty something candles kissed out.

Bar room sad and sorry, like you had your chance and missed out.

Mutts lapping up the lonely cocktails some used up cunt pissed out.

Hitch hiking up the street with a fist out.

Blood stone squeezing bullshit lists and city evenings leave the little tryst out.

A “Better Homes And Gardens” spread eagle leaving spots where I exist out.

Removing name and face like a blunt scalpel still can cut a cyst out.

But little language leaves that tiny message on your wrist out.

Something you can’t feel or see, like a stain in your panties you tried to wash and couldn’t twist out.



look at that chin music.

look at that chin music.

(Source: danacama)



Please come and give what you can. 
rhunterny:

Please watch the video in the post below to see what this is all about.

Please come and give what you can. 

rhunterny:

Please watch the video in the post below to see what this is all about.



caesura

you look so sad…

let me sell it back to you…

cheap.

because you look so candid.

so priviliged-white-girl-chic.

ugly fucking automatic regression magnet.

magazine perfect, soaking in accelerant.

your world is nothing but salt.

dried up oceans and carcass peppered deserts.

sand speaking tongues, wind whipping, kissing refugee cheeks.

the fallout was great.

thank you for that.