Friday, January 28, 2011

or was it calliope ?

Last week a cake. (Black icing, mmmmmmmm) ...and this week, have a lamp. I like to be a giver when I can, and eeeeeeevery so often even when I can't... but in that, I imagine myself to be "less nice" than the average person.

Hails to Nuit Noire, Moloch, Dhampyr, Time Life, and Klaus Schulze archival material on the playlist.

(Listen to the guitar sound on that Moloch track, the stereo panning; there's a lot going on there. in addition to being a dirge, that song is a universe of electric vibrations, "head" and "hard" at the same time. That Time Life tape is always a joy to return to, as is early 70s Schulze!)

To be honest, I just don't have a lot to say lately. I mean, I believe wholeheartedly that the human race used to hibernate at one point in our development; who the hell wants to be alive right now, at this time of year?

My sleep is the best part of recent times, and my waking is the shaking off of bitter dreams, and me, I have a pretty okay life! But this time just feels like a grey getting-through, a warbling, waiting stage. I did see Enter the Void (thumbs up), The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (thumbs sideways), Ti West's The Roost (thumbs way down; what the hell?), Fear X (thumbs), Ossos (thumbs way up), The Seventh Continent (uh, ow, stop bending back my thumb!) and The Disappearance of Alice Creed (I have thumbs?)

I have the biggest pile of snow in front of my house on the block, and the biggest jug of chocolate milk physically possible in my refrigerator. If I must live, I must also ____ ___, ___ ___, ______ _____, ______ _____ ____®, and sleep a fuck of a lot, OK?

Thanks for listening.

Looking forward to two sets from Kyle Clyde, LIVE next week.

To collect your free lamp, click on the lady in white, a bride of The Lord she is. Were that they could all be mine, pre-lamp of course.