Mtume’s COD clap synced with the impact, I can’t stop crying now.
Wall-mounted water cooled PC
That’s what I want to do for my next rig minus neons and watercooling.
"We fucked up your tennis…" - Paul Mooney
The godfather of house passed away last week. I didn’t talk about Don Blackman and George Duke who passed last year and who are such huge giants and influences over music and myself.
But Frankie is different. I started to listen to house music early 2000s, kind of part of me discovering any type of music and electronic music was still quite obscure. I didn’t even know it was noted as gay music. I had listened to some early house, far in the night on the radio station (1991’s Crystal Waters’ Gypsy Woman had been huge here in Europe) but I thought it was kind of repetitive.
Ha! That’s the thing. You repeat. You forget. You vibrate. And then you dance.
I hadn’t been into dancing before that I just knew mosh pits, the opposite of synchronizing your body. House music made me learn to take my time and not care, just groove until the morning or until my pasta is ready. It’s an important message, still.
Later on mid 2000s I learned about the disco demolition night, the refuge that house music provided to minorities, especially homosexuals who needed some love in a world that just couldn’t stand one of them. In that, to me house music was democratic, bringing together my straight ass, girls booty and gay dudes and lesbians on the dance floor, how many music genre can do that that well? Only one.
RIP Frankie, and thank you for pioneering an entire world. Also please fellow black people, lay off the damn sugars y’all dying from this shit.
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Well I still have two fireplaces to dismantle but, the big dirty cleaning of the attic is mostly done.
Dust, man. Dust is tiring. At first you really don’t care but after five hours you just need to lie down uncomfortably with water running down your nose. Good thing it’s over.
All the trash has to go somewhere though and I have almost 40 bags of that. It’s complicated to get rid of that stuff, you either have to show 3 IDs at the same name –I get screwed on the car one- to drop it off in a waste bin, where thrash is filtered out and you pay if it’s not done before and I didn’t do it because it’s fucking trash.
It’s crazy how complex things became in 30 years sometimes. Before, you could just drive to any dumpster and drop your stuff in, the end. Now I have to get my bags one by one from the attic, three times a week and make my neighbors hate me for filling up the main trash bin. All of that to get rid of stuff from someone who lived here back in the 50s, THANKS BUT NO THANKS MAN.
I’m going to be so in shape back in LA, I might become an action movie star/governor/Austrian wait no but uh, I’m hungry.
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Jon Stewart and Matt Taibbi discuss the different treatment afforded to ‘street’ based drug users and white-collar criminals profiting from the drug trade.
it’s better with sound [video]
DAD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING AT THIS SHIT IS REAL
smooth as hell
I thought Life would be like that, all the time. Fuck you, Mickey.
I blame wrap-around Oakley-type sunglasses for this sort of thing. You put a pair of those things on and you pretty much immediately start exhibiting this sort of behavior.
As an example, I was driving through Arizona once. My regular pair of glasses had recently broken, so I bought a pair of redneck shades from a gas station - it was the only style available. Not knowing the power these things posses, I put them on.
By the time I got to Phoenix, I was listening to Rush Limbaugh and responding positively to bumper stickers that read “honk if you agree with Joe Arpaio” and “Santa Clause and Jesus were white, dummy!”
I went back to my normal, semi-socialist, lib-loving ways 24 hours after taking them off.