Made to Melt

I’ve made a guest appearance at Constance, as curator of this month’s mixtape. Click my feet to listen, and follow the Mixtape link to check out the whole series, which is pretty great. A list of songs can be found below.

Download Made to Melt

:: songlist ::

Cluster : Hollywood

Miracles Club : Light of Love

New Musik : Hunting

Korallreven : Loved Up

Xeno & Oaklander : Shadow World

Tristeza : Manitas

Modulo 1000 : Curtíssima

The Pretty Things : Grass

Orphan Egg : Falling

Ilous : Pêle-Mêle

The Sylvers : What’s it all about?

Mo Dettes : White Mice

Sinn Sinnsamouth : A Diamond Ring

Mavi Isiklar : Iyi Dusun Tasyn (For Your Information)

Desmond Dekker : Shing a Ling

July : My Clown

Clube de Esquina [Milton Nascimento & Lô Borges] : O Trem Azul

Aphrodite’s Child : Loud, Loud, Loud

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Apologies also for the lull in posts. I’ve been busy taking apart mechanical watches and trying to pull together a performable set of songs, with the intention of making solo outings this summer.

This week I realized, while showing an art-inclined grad the glory of art-blogging, that a lot of my 2008 material is broken, particularly the tuneage. I’ll try to figure out what happen and fix the damage at some point…

Note from Mom

Tweren’t

Out of want for an appropriate and efficient modality for quick blags and general micropithyness, and with some inspiration from Minor blogcrush Vander Yacht, I’ve christened my ship in the waters of Twitter:

twitter.com/cord___

Oh, eaten words, you taste so good!

Synergy

Discussing marriage and last names, after arguing in favor of offspring taking Mother’s last name (as opposed to Father’s), I considered a better solution to a dilemma of the post-patriarchic (and non-hetero) Partnership: Children’s last names should be a Combination of the Parents’.

Remote Viewing

Got deviceish this week-
Avoidance gave way, and I’ve taken The Mark

This is a transmission from the iph
Imp of productivity and diversion.

Hush or Miss It

In my room, bebreifed and beovened in the afternoon heat/afterwork stupor. Listening to the first mixtape Faulkner made for the Cajun Boys Collective, which I enjoy because it’s so much like a mixtape I might have made for myself, as the best usually are. The day’s weird leftover energy: I wanna go in five directions, but I kinda just wanna sit here too, and let everything else go in five directions for me.

We thoroughly cleaned house yesterday, which is too bad because this week’s heat will likely make it an unsuitable place to do anything (expect perhaps in the basement, which we didn’t clean). At any rate I find that I am more prone to cleaning than I used to be, which is probably an attempt to exert control or feel some sense of stability, away from the stuck-throttle of work.

Work, clean, bass and dream–that is a fair summary of activities outside of the occasional [and current] languor in which I’m composing this blog. Oh, and a daily Neti Pot! Simple pleasures and drastic measures. I may try to read Mary Robison’s Why Did I Ever again, so as to access this feeling of sinewy sweaty NOLAness I’ve lately been pining for in the soft Oregon heat. My friend Penny loaned me the book back in the day, and it was just the ennui I needed then; maybe it will do me right again. It’s funny how the jones for new ideas + feelings always seems to send me to old places…

Weapons on Bed

Another excellent search term that leads to /M/S/ – I would hurry up and use this title for a song or a poem r somethin, but instead here’s another video from Novos Baianos:

Dinner Music

Cupcake Cuff

Regular rigors have got my brain all stretchy and pliable like hot putty, so I’ve fashioned a bit of a handle this week, and I’m maintaining a grip–hopefully it’s not just the eye-socket of a storm. Normal is always new, in a way…brains like to adjust, and if I’m managing not to capsize with the help of frozen corndogs, frequent thriftshopping and an early bedtime, why complain?

Air War is keeping my music-mind busy, as new riffs and pieces need lyrics and other mouth-noises. The lyric suggestion sheets we distributed at our last show have yielded good word-kernels and actionable criticism–we are well on our way to a more democratic method of rocking.

The summer is bustin’ out, and I just got a new glue-stick. It may be tags-tyme again soon. Will keep you posted…

I should be dancing

Saturday is the new Friday, where I am concerned, and as I prepare to perform my various labors, I’d like what what she’s having