Comment: The danger of me filling my playlist with comments and personal anecdotes is the pressure it creates to have something Interesting And Informative to say every Sunday morning as I type this up. Unless you're a secret agent, a ninja, or live in Williamsburg and think your life is like a movie, you'd probably agree that few people's daily activities are really worth chronicling on a regular basis. That's one thing I really hate about the internet -- the ease with which boring people can now have an audience for their tedium via the Blog phenomenon. With all the smack I talk about the dot-com generation, their lazy pursuits, and their casual and despicable disinterest in the social effects and cultural fallout of their actions, it just occurred to me that I'm basically doing the same thing by filling this webpage with my ramblings.
Comment: In my defense, however, (notice how I'm defending myself against *my own* criticism... jeez, am I neurotic or WHAT?!) I do try to avoid talking about the actual mechanics of the music and records as much as possible because, quite frankly, that stuff bores me to tears. Music is just as important to me as its ever been, but I have no desire to hang out in any social ghetto where topics such as colored vinyl, limited pressings, or how much somebody paid on eBay for some stupid record that came out before they were born are bandied about. I DON'T CARE. The stories of how people connect with music -- how, when, why, and under the influence of what circumstances -- are much more interesting to me, and offer 10 times the validity that a jive-shuckin' review in some fanzine can. Perhaps it's the manifestation of the punk rock idealism of my twenties, but I'm definitely weaning myself off of music as a thing which is to be owned or posessed, mainly because that aspect now seems disingenuous to me, given the current state of affairs on the local level (read: my life) right on up to the intergalactic arena (read: the goddam Space Ark STILL hasn't shown up to get me out of here!)
Comment: So the question is this: As someone who rarely goes to shows anymore, hardly ever buys records anymore (in fact, last weekend I gave away about 200 punk records to some high school kids who do a radio show at my old station -- the hallmark of a former punk who now, in his early 30s, is trying to score brownie points and get into heaven), and as someone who often feels boxed out of many music-related conversations because they're involved so heavily with P-R-O-D-U-C-T, WHAT BLESSED BUSINESS OF MINE IS IT BEING ON THE RADIO?
Comment: Keep in mind, I'm not asking you to justify my place here, I'm just wondering if any of you have experienced this cultural malaise I'm trying to describe. It's kind of like waking up one morning and suddenly feeling like a stranger in your own home. What am I doing here again? I spoke about this recently with a friend of mine who's an artist, and he reasoned that my apathy towards the established facets of the music world are the result of my no longer liking music, but liking art instead.
Comment: So I punched him in the mouth.
Cliff Richard Devil Woman I'm Nearly Famous
Erase Errata Other Animals (Matmos Remix) Dancing Machine EP
J Live Satisfied Nice up the Dance
Six Eye Columbia Casanova Frowny Frown
Playmate Upside Down Japan Bashing Vol. 2 7'
Slickee Boys Hesitation Fashionably Late
Programme A-Side 7'
Akrobatic Cooler Heads Balance
Neil Michael Hagerty Watching the Sands The Howling Hex
Didjits Killboy Powerhead Hornet Piñata
Testors MK Ultra Complete Recordings 76-79 2xCD
RJD2 Ghostwriter The Horror
DJ Camilo Rocha & DJ YAH Batucada 'City of God'
Idris Muhammad Tastycakes Turn this Mutha Out
Scoundrelles Why doesn't someone get this goddam girl away from me? Sympathetic Sounds of Toe Rag
Original Sins Just 14 7'
Brand Nubian Word is Bond 12'
Non Prophets Come Come Now Lexoleum
Ikara Colt Maybe 1 Day #2 Basic Instructions EP
Clikitat Ikatowi 8 Hours of Drama August 29th & 30th, 1995
Hissanol The Brain's Just Over There, Next to the Potato The Making of Him
So-Called Artists So you Wanna be a Rapstar or Recycling Bin? Mush Filmstrip (Frame One)
Little Beaver I Love the way you Love Miami Sound
Greenhorn Callous 7'
Cobra Verde Casino Nightlife
Bluetip Salinas Join Us
1929 Space Bastard Last but not Leased
Dis- Ed was Solace 7'
The Cuts The Early Bird (She Sings for You) 2 Over 10
X Riding with Mary Under the Big Black Sun
The Modernist Kangmei Theme Kangmei
Awol One Trilobites Massmen Records Sampler
Jaga Jazzist Real Racecars have Doors Animal Chin EP
Corndolly Sex Kitten 7'
Electric Prism I Would have liked you Anyway Psychedelic States: Texas Volume 1
Clue to Kalo This Dies Over Distance Come here when you Sleepwalk
The Album Leaf Another Day split CD w/ On! Air! Library!
Spacemen 3 Soul 1 Forged Prescriptions 2xCD
Ulver Lyckantropen (Third Eye Foundation remix) First Decade in the Machines 1993-2003
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