Friday, December 17, 2010

The Best Dozen Albums of 2010

Witch-house, glo-fi, doomstep, glitch-hop, drone. If nothing else, 2010 was a year of intergenre marriages that further tested the entire “music genre” entity, and had most music devotees annoyed with the clichéd questions of taxonomy. Notwithstanding its slightly electronic leaning tendency, this list is compiled of (what I believe to be) the overall best albums/EPs released in 2010. N.B. Best played LOUD.

1. Forest Swords- Dagger Paths

2. Mount Kimbie- Crooks and Lovers

3. Flying Lotus- Cosmogramma

4. Four Tet- There is Love in You

5. John Roberts- Glass Eights

6. The Black Angels- Phosphene Dream

7. Balam Acab- See Birds EP

8. James Blake- CMYK EP + Klavierwerke EP

9. Bonobo- Black Sands

10. Caribou- Swim

11. Pantha du Prince- Black Noise

12. Eleven Tigers- Clouds are Mountains

Saturday, December 4, 2010

A riddle

I am universal.
I make some people very wealthy.
I kill some people.
I make some people fit and strong.
Some people hate me.
Some people love me too much.
I am not a religious entity.

Monday, November 22, 2010


See you in 2011?

The Brenta Dolomites from Mike Randolph on Vimeo.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


Violent, intense sensuality? Check. Video from Nosaj Thing's Drift Remixed album. Yummy. 

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Oh Pariah!

My mind has been racing lately. So many ideas, not enough (read: NO) time to follow through with any of them. Music, business, creating, sewing, traveling, planning, decision making. A friend over at 283 has this to say:
...ultimately, isn't fear the most immediate yet overlooked obstacle to living the way we should? I came to the realization this morning that fear has become not only a hindrance, but a safehouse, a comfort for me. I fill every spare moment I have with work, fearing that free time will lead me to the daunting task of thinking about and making decisions about the direction of my future. At the same time, I am using this lack of free time as an excuse for why I have been unable to nurture any of the prospective seedlings that are bursting through my frontal lobes. In all my pragmatism, this cycle is completely illogical, and I recognize it as such, which makes me want to shout even louder, "FUCK YOU FEAR".

But please, don't be afraid of this:

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Characters Who Don't Dig Jive Talk

  "They adopt the lifestyle of the jazz musician, including some or all of the following: dress, slang, use of cannabis and other drugs, relaxed attitude, sarcastic humor, self-imposed poverty, and relaxed sexual codes."

Friday, October 1, 2010

Fjällräven Kånken

I like classic, practical things. Given that 50% of my job is in finance, if I calculate the per usage rate of this new purchase, I am making an extremely economical decision. Enough said:

I want all of them, but I think Rusty wins.


Sunday, September 26, 2010

Dreams of Kerala

I want to make out with you, to this, on a rainy Sunday, the sun burning orange, about to retire.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Friday, August 13, 2010

dulce et utile || pleasant and profitable || enjoyable and instructive

(in no order):

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Cut my shirt off and perm my hair

You don't want to know how many times I have watched this beautiful video or listened to the Crooks and Lovers album by Mount Kimbie. This video evokes such evasive emotion, it's as if I have to keep watching it over and over to pinpoint the feeling that starts to bubble to the surface, but I get too mesmerized with the overall aesthetic and sound, forgetting that there was purpose to my re-re-re-viewing. Intangible beauty if I've ever seen it.

Mount Kimbie "Would Know" ((OFFICIAL VIDEO)) from Mount Kimbie on Vimeo.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Shame on me

Balmain, I think you are tacky, not timeless;
Uninspired, strictly aesthetic.
But yet I always find myself loving a piece from each collection.
Shame on me.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


I want to eat with my hands, and be nude, and stand still while the rest of the world spins and spins around me. I want to feel the earth, every corner of it. I want to see the way that leaf falls, or that boundary changes, or how the pattern that water makes is one of the most beautiful chaotic messes ever created. I want to enjoy, and appreciate the movements of bodies, my own and those of others. I want to lay under the sun, or rain, or clouds- and soak in all the things that people can't enjoy because they're too busy earning a living to pay for mounds of unnecessary garbage and a week of false solitude and relaxation. I want to feel intrigued forever.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Dill Swing

Sometimes life feels like this:

I was thinking today, just how much I love life. The sun overhead, on the back of a motorcycle, not a single encumbrance weighing on my conscience. I love my friends, I love the Summer, I love the vibrant busy-ness of my schedule, I love thinking about the future. I need to embrace and ingrain in myself this current sense of invulnerability to unhappiness or negative forces.

Our lives are never plateaus of emotion or experience, but when we are at either end of the happiness spectrum, we tend to forget this. Our current state bleeds into our entire memory of how the past was and how the future may be.

Everything, every activity, seems like an adventure to me right now; exploration and discovery are the essence of my thoughts and actions and ideas.

I must remember this feeling.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Do more things naked

Monday, April 12, 2010

Thom Yorke is a "hipster" (or, Why Liberty Village scares the shit out of me)

I hate waiting. If doing something requires waiting, I will do something else in the meantime, regardless of the length of time the waiting period is for the initial task. Essentially my downtime threshold for multi-tasking is 1.5 seconds. The following are some examples that I remember from today alone:
1) Vacuuming my house while boiling water and steaming vegetables
2) Calling my insurance company while downloading and screening resumes at work
3) Watching/listening to an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia while blow-drying my hair
4) Going for a run while waiting for my clothes to go through the spin-cycle at the laundromat
5) Buying groceries while waiting for my clothes to dry at the laundromat
6) Going to the liquor store during the 5 minute wait for my Portobello sandwich
7) Getting passport photos taken while waiting for the TTC

No wonder I have no patience, and find it difficult to adhere to anyone's schedule but my own! I simply can never do one thing at a time; I need constant stimulation from a task or else I move on to another provisional task.
What does this say about me?
Has this always been the case? Did culture/life/location bring about this shift (if a "shift" has actually occurred)?
Is this tragedy or efficiency?

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Karl Lagerfeld has a point...

"I personally only like high-class escorts. I don’t like sleeping with people I really love. I don’t want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever. I think this is healthy. And for the way the rich live, this is possible. But the other world, I think they need porn." -Karl Lagerfeld, March, 2010

Is it ridiculous that I find more than a shred of truth in this?

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Drew Lustman

Watching/hearing/reading an interview or live show with electronic/dubstep producers often change my perception of them, unfortunately, quite frequently for the worst. Falty DL blew me away when I heard his album Bravery a few months ago, and this interview makes me like him even more. I wish him only success- he deserves it!

XLR8R TV Ep. 124: FaltyDL: Garage Beats and Sushi from XLR8RTV on Vimeo.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Beautiful Black Sands

On Dropping

I keep every flavour on hand at all times depending on which path I want to follow.

Arctics (Silvers) will absolutely drop you on your ass...but you'll enjoy it (highly recommended).
Ice (Blues) are still intense, but the trip is over a little sooner.
Cool (Greens) are fairly tame and give a pleasant ride down Rohto lane.

Drop these in your eye, make sure you get the second eye right away or else you'll have some problems. You may want to sit down while dropping.

The experience occurs in the following three stages:
1. Here comes Yeti to jab you in the eye with icicles. Go ahead and scream in agony because he's heard it all before. In less than a minute the pain will subside.
2. Now comes the roaring glacier melting out of your eyes. You will cry as if you just watched Mufasa get trampled by the stampede. Let it run its course for about a minute, then its okay to wipe off those soaking cheeks.
3. Your vision begins to clear. You feel like Helen Keller would have if she had suddenly gained her vision; entering a new dimension of visual clarity. Welcome.

Thank you K. Wulfekuhler.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I don't want this life I'm starting

Shouldn't I be happy that I am starting my career? That I got a job in my field? I mean, in this economy and with little experience, I should be ecstatic for the opportunity that awaits me, right? But I want passion, I want my entire world to be full of things I love. Music, fashion, film, art, words, exploration, design, travel. We are given this life, this limited time, and the only one who dictates what we do with it is ourselves. I want a job with freedom, creativity and versatility that permits me to indulge in these passions and allows me to be myself, not a contrived version of myself. Oh life, you get me every time. What the fuck am I getting myself into?

This helped relieve some stress:

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Thinking myself to Chicago...

Fingers crossed that I somehow manage to get a ticket for the Chicago show April 10 or 11 at the Aragon Ballroom. UPDATE: Dreams pulverized! Heartbreak ensues. Did I mention FlyLo is opening for Thom and his band Atoms For Peace throughout April? What are the chances that one of my favourite dubstep/bass producers is opening for my all time favourite musician? Thom is unstoppable. Possible future prediction: a tour featuring Thom Yorke and Burial?!

Here is a beautiful taste of his most recent solo performance in Cambridge:

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Rain, dammit!

The only positive thing in my life lately is that I am now a
proud co-owner of the Maschine.

Other than that, the prominent pillars of life are complete rubbish for me: work, money, friends, men, health.

I was asked today when I am happiest. Naturally, my first inclination was towards music, whether it be live shows, new artists or simply my ipod.
Is it sad that the next thing that came to mind was my first sip of morning coffee? Of course there are plenty of things that make me happy (travel, summer, riding my bike in the city), however many of these things lack the immediacy or controllability to implement them into my daily life right now.

Overall, several things recently have made me come to terms with the fact that I must re-evaluate the amount of emphasis I place on external forces in my life. I have to start to take ownership of the idea that the changes I want in my life can really only be achieved if I make the changes in myself. The most difficult part of this entire realization is that I was completely void of any knowledge of my own lack of self-awareness. There's a long road ahead.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Wipe that face off your head
Some sensible advice for young women from your battle-scarred future

Kate Carraway, February 17, 2010

Dear girls,

Last night I watched you and your idiot friend lose your fucking minds outside of a bar. You’re, what, 23? 24? I guess you got kicked out and your buds were inside? Whatever, I don’t care. But watching both of you drunk-cry, scream and throw punches at a standard-issue-beefy bouncer (who was laughing at you, by the way), I had a sense of deja-ewwww of the more embarrassing and avoidable moments of my own fleeing youth. And, as I have been actively seeking wisdom from ladies slightly and much older than me ever since my recent turning-of-29, it seems an auspicious time to offer some hard-won, well-considered tids of my own. Listen up, bitches.

OK, first of all: shopping isn’t a hobby. Find something else to do. Remember when you are flicking through clothes at mall stores and looking at advertisements in magazines and furnishing your disgusting apartment that you are being seduced by commerce, and not in a way that leaves you dripping in anything other than child labour and debt. I mean, I wear (vintage) fur and believe in fashion, but you have to know what it is that you’re doing and for whom you’re doing it.

On the topic of money: learn it. More crucial than most things in your dumb life is getting your credit and savings in order. Being afraid of money and bills is for babies. Know what is for grown-ups? A budget, a retirement account, a clean credit report. Related: clean up your heaps of filth a little bit every day and then a lot once a week. (Unless you’re a committed crusty, in which case, I salute you.) Respecting your stuff is almost the same as respecting yourself. Dig?

STFU. Stop yelling into your phone on the bus. You’re not impressing anybody. Moreover, when you and your girl squad are screaming, four-deep on the sidewalk, or texting instead of talking to each other, I’m judging you. We all are. Get it together.

Onward: get sex. If you hang with sluts, just go to the alley and put your tongue inside their mouth. Proceed, and use protection. Or, in a more likely scenario, make someone know that they want you by finding a balance between genuinely not giving a shit because you’re better than them, and being the foxiest, funnest, most into-them girl on the planet, because you are. The important thing is to maintain control of the situation (until they’ve checked out OK and you can get onto the business of being vulnerable). Oh yeah, straights: get yours. For every orgasm he has, you should have two or three. This is just biology. Give good head. It is a tremendous human power to deliver A+ oral. And always, always, calm down. The best advice I’ve ever heard about boys is, “When in doubt, don’t call,” courtesy of my oldest sister, who is God’s boss. If you’re wondering whether or not to text, IM, email or call a guy, don’t. He can call you if he wants to. This isn’t an anti-feminist head game — the objective is to free your mind. Just, seriously. Relax.

Do something. Doesn’t matter what. Probably your mom or your shitty high school friends or a man has tacitly suggested that women should fear and avoid failure, disapproval and criticism, and should instead invest their energies in other people’s art and ideas. You know, my love, that this is a lie. If I see you sitting on a curb, smoking, and you don’t have a blog or a band or a small business or something other than a boyfriend, I swear on a stack of Sassys I’ll spit my gum on you. If you don’t end up liking what you’re doing, try something else. No BFD, right?

Say yes. Being a scaredy-mouse is weak and boring. Be afraid of something and then do it anyway, again and again. Say no. To your boss, your parents, your friends. Learn how “no” feels in your mouth and in what instances saying it will make you and your life better. Being a salty bitch should be countered with kindness, but remember, you’ve got to get yours.

Decide what kind of person you want to be with, and then become that person. The only way your life will be cinematic, or even vaguely interesting, is if you run it the fuck down and make it happen. Yeah, all by yourself. And shit can get lonely. So, find your best friends. You have an obligation to be honest and rad to these people and expect the same. Figure out who and what makes you choke on laughs and makes your skin burn with joy, then take it (and them), and don’t apologize for it ever. And once in a while, cradle your beautiful teacup face in your hands, and remember that you’re perfect.

Love, Kate. xoxo

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Chad VanGaalen

This reminds me exactly of what played on the back of my eyelids when I tried to close my eyes after the long adventurous night of the burn in BRC last year.

Black Mold: Metal Spiderwebs from Flemish Eye on Vimeo.

Tip: Eating 2 grapefruits and an orange doesn't help!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Why it is Important to Read the Newspaper...

>>House arrest for coke-fuelled attack

A Sarnia man who bruised his spouse from head to toe during a cocaine-fuelled evening that ended with the naked couple struggling on a neighbour's lawn was sentenced to house arrest in a Sarnia court today.

At one point during the four-hour confrontation, she hit him with a beer bottle, which left a bleeding gash on his head.

The couple admitted using cocaine that evening. The man also drank beer but testified neither substance affected his actions.

The confrontation took place in several rooms of their Sarnia home, including the kitchen, where the couple faced each other holding knives. At another point they were in a jacuzzi together.

The husband's concern about his wife's infidelity led to the confrontation, said his defence lawyer. It ended when she bolted naked from the home with her husband chasing her and pinning her to the ground on a neighbour's front lawn.

The man told the neighbour that everything was fine, but the neighbour proceeded to call 911.

Sunday, January 31, 2010


The following are some realeases/expected releases of 2010 that tickle my fancy (in no particular order):

1. Burial (album name TBD), late 2010
2. Darkstar (album name TBD), early 2010
3. Massive Attack (Heligoland), February 9, 2010
4. Flying Lotus (Cosmogramma), April 20, 2010
5. SCUBA (album name TBD), early 2010
6. Jamie Vex'd (Cloud Seed), March 22, 2010
7. Toro y Moi (Causers of This), February 23, 2010
8. Of Montreal (False Priest), mid 2010
9. Cat Power (album name TBD), late 2010
10. Arcade Fire (album name TBD), May 2010
11. Xiu Xiu (Dear God, I Hate Myself), February 23, 2010

Monday, January 25, 2010

Kieran Hebden

Four Tet's new album, There is Love in You, was released today and has my ears in a blissful state. Similar to those days when you walk down the street, buy a coffee, browse the antiques market, take a ride up to the top of the (once)highest building, and everyone looks beautiful- regardless of how beautiful they are in reality. Do you have those days? I swear there is no correlation between the general consensus of an individuals' beauty and my perceived beauty of a person on these kind of days. If only I could self-actualize beauty unto myself... Anyways, I suppose these days are negligibly comparable to Four Tet's album in the sense that there is no mistaking the absolute brilliance that radiates from every single second your ears are adjacent to a speaker, ear buds, noise cancelling headphones or whatever your music ear drug of choice may be. Favourite tracks include Sing, Plastic People (below), and Love Cry (the original is better than the Joy Orbison remix in my humble opinion).

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Written on the Body

When she bleeds, the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The REAL queen of England

I just heard LV & Untold's song "Beacon" and all I can think is "GIVE ME MORE!". I can't find the track anywhere since I just heard it on MAH and it is unreleased, but this other Hemlock produced gem should satisfice for now.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

я люблю...

1)Pistachio Apricot Hummus

1 clove garlic
1/2 cup pistachios
8 dried apricots
2 tsp cumin
2 tsp corriander
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp allspice
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup tahini
1/4 cup olive oil
1 can chickpeas

Process garlic first, add pistachios and process in a blender. Add the water while the pistachios are processing, then add chickpeas, and blend some more. Lastly, add all the other ingredients. Yum Yum Yum. Enjoy!

2)Lazy Sundays

Envisioning covering my floor with large paper and rolling around naked in paint on it, not necessarily alone.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Music and Sexual Selection

Musical performance works as a courtship display, thus falling into the category of Darwinian sexual selection (as distinct from natural selection). Musical ability is like the peacock's tail: a trait that advertises fitness and health, without directly aiding in the serious business of survival—a luxury that only the most vital can afford to possess.

The ability to sing and dance well, in particular, serves to attract mates, because it signals intelligence, agility, and emotional quality—though it may not always go with a propensity to long-term child-rearing commitment. This is why male rock stars and their music are so erotically appealing, despite the poor prospects of such performers as dedicated husbands: they are tapping into the primordial power of sexual selection through musical display.

From this point of view, unusual musical ability looks like an evolutionary advantage, despite its oddity when considered purely as an adaptation to the environment. The reason we are a musical species is that our success in the mating game depends upon it. In that respect, we are not so different from birds. The erotic power of music is therefore central to its prevalence in the human species. Why, after all, is the love song the most popular form of music in the world? Because love songs are about the very thing that the music instinct is designed for—the selection of mates.

Colin McGinn

Monday, January 4, 2010

A Wolf (mahigan)

A wolf came out to play one day
His heart was made of hand-spun gold.
With flecks of shimmer in his fur
He was a beautiful site to behold.

We laughed and cried and slept in piles
Our time together always done too soon.
Sliding and running and posing and jumping;
Wild and free he howled at the moon.

To the one and only Wolfgang H. Happy birthday, darling.

xoxo Rohto