snl prepares for gerald ford's death in 1996   ¶ 12:04 PM 0 comments

  the aim of the game is to feel real good
happiest of holy days to you and yours.

Peter, Bjorn and John- Let's Call It Off (JD Twitch's Optimo Remix)

Human brothers and sisters, let's live and let live. The aim of the game is to feel real good.

Flanging high hats, peppy steel drums, Swedish lost love lyrics in English, perfect percussion, an eternal redwood bassline, and one addictive optimum poppy guitar hook. Drills, keys and a borrowed ashram mantra to taste. I have been listening to this song many times in a row, and I want you to do the same. I feel real good.
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  my mashup hates your mashup Witness James Rosenquist's Pop Art mash-up at the left. Then listen to Diplo work the "My Love" acapella over some unreleased lcd soundsystem.


My Love (Diplo Remix)- Justin Timberlake feat. TI and James Murphy  ¶ 3:20 PM 0 comments

  I'm in los angeles this week, so I'm thinking of going to an exhibition of Ed Rusha prints out in Pasadena. I've been reading a book about west coast pop art in the sixties, so it seems like the thing to do. Rusha and co positioned themselves as art studs prowling the streets and strutting amidst the storefront signage. Instead of subverting popular California stereotypes, the sixties pop scene opted to embody them. Yes, surfers, motorcross, swingers, wanderers, shallow pleasure seekers, sure, we're all of those things and we're also incredibly talented serious artists. In addition to all of our gallery work, we're going to hang out, make it look dangerous, and let Denis Hopper document it all on 35 mm. We're going to take huge blocks of ice and build igloo walls in the middle of parking lots across l.a. in the summer of 1967. Hey Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein and all you boring new york pop art dudes: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?  ¶ 6:32 PM 0 comments

  tiny cities in the vast jungle. what the hell happened to my listening this year. there were some cohesive albums, some periods of focused examination, some discoveries, but these little patches of organization, science and understanding are completely dwarfed by gigs and gigs of unsorted mp3s.


unreleased joint, christmas that never comes.

ghostface- charlie brown

at the left is a crystal charlie brown priced at three hundred and sixty clams. that's like three pairs of wall-os, son!  ¶ 2:12 PM 0 comments

  they tried to make me go to rehab <- Michael Leon of Commonwealth Stacks, a neato t-shirt company.

Skulls, lightning bolts, bright colors, sunglasses, photoshop/photocopy textures, masks, and the shadow of terror: this sounds like a list of design and streetwear clichés circa 2006. It is, and you can them all at the left but there's nothing tired or boilerplate about Michael Leon's work. Instead, it's something new and fun and hard to pin down. Young people: transcend your influences.

Do The Whirlwind (Hot Chip Remix)- Architecture in Helsinki

Rehab (Hot Chip Remix)- Amy Winehouse

According to discogs, Hot Chip did 10 official remixes in 2006, for a total 24 remixes in the past three years. They also released an album this year, which is quite good, and the band received its fair share of remixes as well. This is beginning to be a formidable catalog, but do not fear. It's all wheat, no chaff, all the time, which is something special. Listen how they approach ensemble indie and vintage-inspired British soul with equal aplomb and equal success.

Labels: art, music

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