miami new years eve

oh what a glorious night tonight will be!

JUMP OFF AT 10
DJS BENTON
JUAN
JONATHAN
STRAVINSKY???

COUPLE FREE KEGS
FREE COVER
FREE SKATE RAMP

STAY LINDO + SOFLO + MONDAY'ED present::::

Civic Musical Road Project

this beats out the guitar hero bike video..



but perhaps even better is this comment..

"Dear Honda Engineers,
Your song is out of tune (the opening interval is a semitone flat, the top note is a minor third too low, etc.). I have a theory as to why: You started with a 4in spacing between 1in grooves. To change the pitch correctly, you should scale the whole 5in unit (spacing AND groove). But if you just scale the spacing, you get the wrong interval: (3+1)/(4+1) gives a M3rd (5/4) instead of 4th (4/3), and (2+1)/(4+1) gives a M6th (5/3) instead of octave (2/1)."

gotta love the internet.

Sunday Sessions

another slow start for your sunday recovery. this time a lil more beat driven than psych heavy. admittedly i played Can again.. oh well::


Can - All Gates Open
Patrick Cowley - They Came At Night
The Drunk pt 2 - Drunk Drum
Tantra - A Place Called Tarot (idjut boys re-edit)
Habitual Parking Violators - One to Twelve


SUNDAY SESSIONS
SUNDAY SESSIONS
SUNDAY SESSIONS

last track always makes me think of Matty boy

Sunday Morning

If you can't wake up to this Hall & Oates cover, you have no (blue-eyed) soul.

Things Are Gonna Get Easier - Low Motion Disco

Thursday Eve

It's a post-Festivus party and you're all invited.

Merry Thursday Eve

My Weak In Review

Ladyhawke - Ladyhawke - Modular

Perhaps the best thing that can be said about Ladyhawke’s eponymous debut LP is that it’s impossible to describe her sound without naming some of the most iconic acts of the 80’s. But the path Kiwi Pip Brown takes is broadly shiny and inoffensive, borrowing the likes of Stevie Nicks and Cindi Lauper merely for temporal comparisons that don’t quite stick to the un-80’s safety of this disc. Brown manages to hit all the pertinent pieces from the decade, but the disparity in niche from new wave to power pop fails to serve as a synergizing force. Often the effect manifests in uninspiring pastiche akin to a Time-Life anthology—a cynic might say the only thing 2008 about Ladyhawke is that it’s recycled.

In all honesty the resentment exists in part because it’s obvious that Ladyhawke could be really fucking cool. There’s “Love Don’t Live Here” a Nicks-esque send-off where Brown starts to show some chops. Her delivery is a little monotone, and a little under-stated but obviously well-rehearsed. Unfortunately, the same can be said of the overall production, and instead of bolstering Pip’s pipes the construction really just amounts to stagnant pop.

The lyrical content of nearly every song sounds like they were written in or for a club ("Better Than Sunday", "Another Runaway", "Dusk Til Dawn"), but confusingly the album experience seems more appropriate on headphones. With one foot in and the other out, Ladyhawke can’t quite get away, for instance, with ripping a Gary Numan riff on the wet-blanket first single “Paris Is Burning.” The single is emblematic of the albums’ larger flaws: not even Nero was less ambivalent about a city en’flamme. Label-mates Cut Copy took an EP hack at “Paris Is Burning,” and the energy jives closer to a song with all-night-long lyrics like “Give me your glass, its your last, you're too wasted. Or get me one too, 'cause I'm due any tasting.” My guess: Cut Copy tries on “Dusk To Dawn” and turns it into a coke-den/cat-walk strutter that helps Ladyhawke realize that it’s okay for her to freak out a little bit.

But Brown shows some promise for next time with the closing number “Morning Dreams.” The floating finale crests on the strength of synths that subside and give way to a satisfying guitar kick. It’s a power ballad that could fill either a room or an arena, and points to the space Ladyhawke could fill with some youthful risk and mature attention to arrangement.

sunday sunday sessions

i know we've been silent a second, but it is in no way a sign of the times.

here's a set i did for dublab.

hopefully yet another move to start the day off slow.

feeling festive

think im going to go make a muppet with matt and rebecca (pictures to follow)

so i feel very much in the christmas spirit

matt told me about this



and i'm admittedly a bit disappointed that i haven't heard more people drop this in sets lately

the waitresses - christmas wrapping

Your Wednesday Walrus

Just don't forget to put on your Golden Earring.

Stormy Monday Blues

Macho said it best-- sometimes you Got To Make A Move. I quit my job at the deli to move on to bigger and better things. Also, no longer will I hear Paul McCartney's atrocious Christmas song twenty-seven times a day.

Today was my first day with no obligations in two months. I celebrated by sleeping past noon and spending way too much money on the nachos at Sharky's. Then I came home and listened to my favorite rainy day songs and chose four for you.

Download em
I Got The - Labi Siffre
Da Da - Hiroshima
I Feel Sorry - Rotary Connection
Harlem - Bill Withers

...and a bonus Rotary Connection cover of Stormy Monday.

treatment for mondays

A case of mondays usually consists of untreatable depression brought on by no just cause, except the bleak and immediate future. so for all the monday'ed out there, atleast now you have a reason:

trax

this one from Spektrum off of Eskimo's Cosmic Balearic Beats Vol 1 has been growing on me steadily.

Fit Together

raise it up

bacon

i won't lie, straight jacked this from the TTL blog.. but this speaks volumes to me.

Sunday Sessions

breakfast pizzzzzza

Jay, please feel free to add your touch to a title here, but for now it's

Sunday Sessions
Sunday Sessions
Sunday Sessions
I've got this thing and it's fucking golden, but this time i'll give it away for free.

The first of a weekly gift to our likely hungover readers for whenever you roll out of bed. or stay in bed.
hopefully its better than Foldgers.


playlist::

The Brooklyn: A Photo Essay

This is The Brooklyn from Von's, the grocery store I work at until 3pm tomorrow afternoon. The Brooklyn consists of Artisan Cheddar bread, garlic aioli, black forest ham, green bell peppers, red onions, sandwich vinaigrette, and the piece de resistance, marinated mozzarella cheese. If you eat The Brooklyn with Cuban coffee and Parliaments it's called "The Matt Cash."


Here's a good look at the cheese. The sandwich is heated in an oven for a minute before the vinaigrette and lettuce is added. It continues to cohere into a mass of decadence even after it comes out of the oven and is wrapped.


She quit teasing.


Consummating.

(That picture of me is a better laugh than any joke I could tell, ok?)

holiday'ed

went to magic kingdom last night. here's what white people seem to find fun..

space mountain




Elf DJ/Emcees making us dance in line




pretty castles



and heres two places white people no longer go

coney island




and santa's enchanted forest


(yes thats santa delivering gifts to mars)

lastly, i think Jay can second that white people love it when fireworks go off AND you're on a rollercoaster..





obama didnt change shit for white folk

Thursday is here and we all know what that means.. just four more nights til MONDAY!
but in an effort not to watch water boil, one of these options will have to make due til then.

here in miami it starts tonight with the always lindo IAmYourVillian happy hour. usually you can find me spinning there with friends, but not this week. $2.50 beers all night at the News Cafe..



then on saturday i'm sure most have set plans, but if you find yourself roaming 14th st as we all do, stop in PS to hear Schematic record's Romulo and Jacque Polynice mix in dark wave between the italo selections of Carlos Llanos and Giorgio Ardito.

flyer anyone?


since we are bicoastal..

on admittedly a larger scale, LA has it's hands full this weekend as Otto von Schirach and Venetian Snares take their tour to The Knitting Factory on friday night.

then saturday at Club 740 James Murphy will be alongside the UK's Horse Meat Disco duo and admittedly better blogger Lovefingers.. this ones a late night


However, without a doubt the biggest thing to take away today is our first original video!!!!!!
Margaret Evans used to find friendship in her kitten Fingers, but not after this Catfight




me: what happened?
: why the fighting

margaret: he ate my tortilla chips

See That Wednesday Adams Ass Lookin' Mothafugga?

Dreary Wednesdays will always remind me of this girl Nicole who used to date my friend. She was the most miserable person to ever set their eyes on the Hollywood sign. Well, that might be overstating it, but probably not by a whole lot. Benton coined her Wednesday Adams, an apt moniker for our drab-feathered friend who wore only black and lived with her cat, the Nobel Catastroph', a tyrant feline she swore was "29% Wild," but was going to be 88.88% dead if it didn't stop scratching the crap out of me. I recall it's exact domesticity, a figure so inconceivably ridiculous I still can't bring myself to try and explain why.

She was 27 and would constantly tell us she couldn't believe she was hanging out with people five years her junior. We all liked her though because she was a big fan of Hall & Oates, and I'm dead serious, because that was abnormally endearing. Since I have no photographic evidence of this woman I am just going to post a picture of her father and some old coot that thought it'd be funny to jump in front of the camera right before the photographer took the picture but then immediately realized he would have to be still for the next 20 minutes or it would just come out blurry:



Here is my Aural Ode On A Grecian Urn to
Wednesday Adams (zshare MP3)

that 80's show

this commercial is killing it in my growing-grinch-holiday-heart




but since this blogs supposed to focus on pizza and disco and weekends let me trail..

videogames!

i've been trying to think of a good description for all this new 'electro', and then i remembered when i was real young and first got napster and i wanted video game themes on my computer and stumbled upon inevitable live versions. so uncovered for you is a gem that i would love if i were ten and just got napster for the first time today.


for the mac users out there

Mario Paint

alas someone is killing it with classics


Dam-Funk x Outrun from stonesthrow on Vimeo.

TOMORROW ON "MONDAY'ED"

Blood Is Thicker Than Tomato Sauce

This blog was built on the foundation of pizza, a meal entirely propagated by the liberal media. Clearly only hoity-toity ivy leaguers and other assorted stoners with their parent's money can afford to eat pizza all the time. For these folk, Tuesday is the weekly respite from Mussolini's favorite meal (it's true, look it up) because from 3pm to 11pm Del Taco has three tacos for only $1.09. True connoisseurs know to show up at 10:55pm so that they can also order the steak and egg breakfast burrito and hash browns when breakfast is served at 11pm.

This is Del Taco's logo courtesy of Greensboring.com:



Usually I walk to Del Taco with my roommate Will Drinker. He runs an exceptional blog about his older brother Dan who was born with Down's Syndrome at DanDrinker.com. Will is the only one of my friends who does not have a large intestine but he does have blood clots in his legs (also true, but you'll just have to take my word for it.)

He is also the only friend of mine Grace Jones has ever written a song about.

'da te vuelta'ed

monday's often sit comfortably outside everyday norms; this comes as no surprise as many parallels can be drawn to every day life. take the restless rumblings of the planet earth slowly shifting til tectonic plates cause continental collisions.



just as crusts reform, so can our grasps on the routine. just today two shit festivals announced some golden acts. Fuck the rest of Ultra, but give me that Hercules live and maybe even that hidden carl cox tent. same goes for Langerado (now bayfront) with the exception of Tortoise. between those announcements and the shit writing on the Daily Show last night i now know to keep a more open mind on this mysterious Mon-day.

A Rollerskating Jam Named "Mondays"

Benton seems to have this idea that Mondays are boooooring and while he's playboying about Miami, I'm busting my ass at a supermarket deli:



I work from 9am-6pm EST on Mondays, which doesn't sound so bad except for the fact that I live in LA, and so the third thing I do to start my week after a shower and shave is squeezin the stuffins out of 16 frozen chickens. Then I drop into the fire like DJ AM and man the deep fryers, ones and twos. After a quick chicken tender breakfast, I slip around in the freezer for a few minutes before pouring some combination of mac & beef and Stompin' Steakhouse Chili all over my apron. Oh yeah, ever worn an apron? It has three pockets on the front of it and every time I reach for my cutting glove it looks like I'm grabbing at my junk. Sometimes I cough while I'm down there to see if anyone laughs.

Then the customers come and I take painstaking care in handcrafting some of the greatest sandwiches our era has yet witnessed. One dude told me that I was Picasso and a very sweet elderly woman told me that I will be a good husband one day. Lather, rinse, repeat.

BUT I don't work there on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so Monday is also kind of like my Friday in a weird way. Oh yeeeeeeah...

boom.

uno mas

here's where we really see our antagonist grow..

a few of my favorite things.



this jon & vangelis track oh but also this department of eagles track oh but also this Pilooski edit .

and lastly



yes turtles, but more importantly the 'zzza

big ups to primo's on Miami Beach, that swirly place Jay took me too in super depressing Pennsylvania, Ciccone's in Ardsley, NY (whaddup high school lunch), Primanti Bros now in Broward, that buck-a-slice place on St Marks next to where matt and i play darts, the Original, Famous Rays (haaaaaaa), and to whoever first thought of delivery <3 <3

k, i'm off to drink coffee and watch Bolt 3D

preemptive

before those darn critics and that one over there start nagging about this blog 'falling off' or losing its once unique voice, i will happily take requests. but since there are no readers yet, i'll have to play both rolls.




READER'S POLL: Did i dodge the stale bread bullet??

finding our voice

This has been started in a truly One-Up fashion. i highly doubt i'm the only person pretending to work while waiting for the rest of the internet to start it's 9-5 (entertaining me). So to fill the last niche on this over sized ARCNet, here is a drunken sloth that will update while the rest of my new peers sleep off their excesses..

and speaking of sloths

i hear animal videos are guaranteed bank





ED NOTE: i may or may not be employed, but i hear its also good to be relatable