\”I love this blog not just for the editor\’s musical taste (which is exemplary), but also for his artful presentation of the material. Rather than post entire albums (which I don\’t approve of), he instead zeroes in on a particular song or two and offers it along with anecdotal text which is as smart as it is smart-assed. Ambiguity and mystery is, for me, a major component to the joy of discovering new sounds, and unlike a lot of MP3 blogs that treat art as a bland commodity
Somewhat tiring of this, quite frankly, I have these few words to impart:
DMCA ballbreakers and ambulance chasers; suck my F@CKIN\’ cock.
Suffer one more paragraph of mine to be deleted, and I\’ll toast you and your litter of rats. If you wish to see \’product\’ exist solely in a vacuum, so be it. Go peddle it to that blind and deaf duffer on the mountain. If you are bent on breaking the proverbial butterly on a wheel, so be it once more. I will gladly spit right in your ey
Further to an earlier piece here on Richmond\’s Karen Cooper Complex, travel directly to WFMU to avail yourself of Jason Sigal\’s concise overview on the experimental scene which existed in Virginia and Washington DC between 1970 and 1981. As archived on the previously lauded FMA, DC\’s Bomis Prendin was born of a \”mutating collective\” originally entrenched in Richmond, VA; sonic terrorists Titfield Thunderbolt and Big Naptar walking point on reconnaissance. 1979\’s \”Test\
One more for the scrapbook.
Now. Deride me as cynical, if you will – or merely desperate in listening out for the scrapings of dung beetles – but I am a firm believer in emperical evidence. So. Seeking to put an end to said speculation, I entered a comment of my own (administrative) making and – lo! – my words were immediately lost to the ether.
Admittedly, a second attempt half an hour or so later achieved the desired result, but it may be that the interface is indeed exhi
Well. I received another DMCA takedown notification last night. The first in several long, quiet months. This time with a major difference. I logged into the dashboard to be greeted directly with a dispatch from Blogger Support: \” As a result, we have reset the post(s) to \”draft\” status. (If we did not do so, we would be subject to a claim of copyright infringement, regardless of its merits. The URL(s) of the allegedly infringing post(s) may be found at the end of this me
Originally hurtling into orbit via Big B over on Art Decade, and appearing here, Memphis cosmic crew Jetty Webb remain shrouded in mystery if not space debris. But wait. Delving deep into the static of dead space, sibling NØ has uncovered more. Repair to Digital Meltd0wn to put endless speculation to rest in a recently conducted interview with guitarist and founding member, Brian McKay. The truth is out there. #dispatches
noun ( pl. –tos or –toes)
a part of a city, esp. a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups.
• historical the Jewish quarter in a city : the Warsaw Ghetto.
• an isolated or segregated group or area : the relative security of the gay ghetto. verb ( –toes, –toed) [ trans. ]
put in or restrict to an isolated or segregated area or group. ORIGIN early 17th cent.: perhaps from Italian getto ‘foundry’ (because the first ghetto was establishe
The good news, clearly, is that DivShare has reset my monthly download limit. Allegedly, there was an issue with their database on 16th June; coincidentally the same day they collected $12 on my account. Rather inconveniently, all linked files up on their server were locked over a two day period. While Support has since resolved the issue, apparently it was considered a low enough priority that no apology was forthcoming. Sorry seems to be the hardest word. Even when one is p
Firstly, at 5:45 AM, there beat a tattoo of insistent knocking on my front door. I assume it was acquaintances of those unneighbourly neighbours directly above. I say assume, merely because I did not vacate the sanctuary of my sheets to investigate. But given that a racket of shrieking and cacophonous sound erupted on the ceiling not five minutes later, it is a fairy safe wager. Those f@ckers are incapable of reading a nameplate or door number. And frequently too inebriated t
Siblings. Your silence is deafening.
No commentary on any new post in the last ten days and counting. Despite some healthy incoming traffic.
I am almost tempted to check that I haven\’t inadvertently disabled a function or two in the settings somewhere.
Indeed, were it not for those statistics helpfully thrown into focus via StatCounter and its ilk, I might have come to the conclusion that this blog had simply overran its \’best by date\’. Have I been rude ? A good brother
Figure 3-29.–Correct way to take out a kink in wire rope. kink |kɪŋk|
noun a sharp twist or curve in something that is otherwise straight : a kink in the road.
• figurative a flaw or obstacle in a plan, operation, etc. : though the system is making some headway, there are still some kinks to iron out.
• a stiffness in the neck, back, etc.; crick : it takes the kinks out of stiff necks.
• figurative a quirk of character or behavior.
• informal a person with unusual sexual pref
Due to an oversight on my part, we have reached bandwith capacity on our server for this month drastically ahead of schedule. Of course, the good news is that our audience is constantly expanding. The bad news, conversely, is that a number of files – including those most recently posted – will remain inaccessible until our download allowance renews on or before April 20th. Nurses on standby. In the meantime new posts will be rolled out via our standby server. Thank you. #disp
Please adopt a senior CEO. Poor Charlie. They\’ve threatened to take his bonus away. Every year in the financial services sector, bonuses are being cruelly slashed in a bid to punish the innocent. Charlie is only one of several senior executives unable to underwrite that third luxury home; the private island in Malaysia; a string of well educated personal escorts.
That\’s why it\’s imperative we dig deep in our pockets and do something about this frightful state of affairs.
Sadly, a fellow blogger alerted me to the news that Lux Interior bit the bullet yesterday in a hospital in Glendale, California as the result of an existing heart condition. Sorry, Ivy. ▼ RONNIE COOK & THE GAYLADS: GOO GOO MUCK from \”Goo Goo Muck b/w The Scotch\” 45 (Norton) 1962 (US)
OUT OF PRINT #dispatches
In spite of those recent bail-outs and very public censure, the practice of collecting obscenely huge bonuses appears to continue quite unabated.
detail, \”the money-lenders\” by quentin metsys, c. 1515. #dispatches
Many of these conflicts continue unabated largely after generations of unresolved dispute. The names of invading or occupying forces may change, the borders may recede or advance from one outcome to the next. There is only one far from superficial constant: the endless suffering of people deemed expendable by one authority or another. The situation in Gaza is as ugly as in any conflict, the effects of Israeli offensives on a largely invisible enemy untenable in humanitarian t
Someone has stopped taking their medication, and that someone isn\’t me. Well. Let\’s up the ante a little. Several months back, some chickenshit anoraknoid was all a quiver at the prospect of debate on what exactly constituted file-sharing and whether he actually gave a fuck. Very proud. And then he found himself in the same position as a whole bunch of others – including me – and promptly changed his tune. So much so, he snivelled that he was not in the business of giving a
Technical issues, it seems, continue to persist; a myriad plague of \”invalid key\” errors; incomplete (or non transferring) downloads; and sundry assorted glitches. I am uncertain whether this is exclusively the fault of MediaFire, which appeared to have sustained a \”temporary outage\” yesterday. Allegedly, the official line is that those problems have since been resolved, but my own experiences today would seem to indicate otherwise. Apologies, brothers and sisters. Oh. In