Ant-i-ci-pa-tion

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

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).

Safari Strut

Written on the Body

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

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.

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.

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

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