Les Electrix

I'm pretty sure my hard drive is out to get me. It's not tersely holding a knife over it's "head" with the tip quivering an inch from my face while i lay unknowingly asleep - and it's not planting delicious poisons within arm's reach - it is, however, stubbornly refusing to accept new songs, and it is regularly warning me of its illness. It's playing les trix... ELECTRIX. Clearly, as someone paid to select songs in the hippest of public hangouts, it puts my life in danger to know of a vast array of fabulous new songs that i cannot play for the people.

So i'm protesting! Eff tha plastik! I suggest a return to des animaux de les woods (that's french, just to let all y'all Americans know):


(FALSE ALARM! I hope you didn't get your hopes up that you might buy one... these shits are 404 NOT FOUND)

mp3: EDWARD SHARPE & THE MAGNETIC ZEROES - I Come In Please
Blog credit: Pasta Primavera

Olio Festival

Dearest 25 people who heart my blog: sorry i've been lacking in the post department, but as you may already know, i've been throwing a festival. And while this may sound pretty straight forward, it is actually quite challenging and time consuming. I hope to be back in blog land next week. In the meantime, please enjoy two whole entire photos from the fest and a song i'm really digging this week:


I'm not sure who this is (!?) performing at the Red Room Thursday August 13th in front of a giant wall installation by Robert Mearns and Andy Dixon. Photo courtesy of The Futurists


Fake Shark-Real Zombie! performing at Funky Winkerbeans Thursday August 13th. Photo courtesy of The Futurists

mp3: SEA WOLF - You're A Wolf

Funerals

I hang out with a lot of grieving people. And by "hang out" i mean "walk past them on the street." There is a funeral home and crematorium downstairs of my apartment. I have no idea where they put the burning corpse smoke, cuz i never smell it. Must be some rigorous bylaws that apply to crematoriums in the middle of the city. But they can't put a bylaw on crying. No crying in the streets. I wish. It's a off-putting event to weave your way through a bunch of bawlers every afternoon.


by Daniel Danger


by Daniel Danger

I thought the darkness of Mr. Danger's work might correlate with that story. But you know me... my stories almost never correlate with anything.

mp3: DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - Brothers On A Hotel Bed
Blog credit: The Mahogany Blog