Thusly:
This Isn't "Real-Life" Hero
When playing guitar hero the “I can play guitar better than you in real life” argument is null and void.
don’t get me wrong, guitar hero and rock band are great games and shit, but don’t be fucking confused here: playing an actual guitar will likely get you laid, while achieving 98% on medium will only garner you a high-five or a smile.
yeesh sometimes.
Any attempt to codify musical reality into a kind of imitation grammar (I refer mainly to the efforts associated with the twelve-tone system) is a brand of fetishism which shares with fascism and racism the tendency to reduce live processes to immobile, labeled objects, the tendency to deal with formalities rather than substance.
[Luciano Berio, Classic Essays on Twentieth-Century Music]
the 55th’s and wolf-integers of just intonation make equal temperament easily what is and was set to become mere “pop” music.
why the fuck am i living in an apartment when i could be moored to some shore in a houseboat?!
new goal. and the kitchen is MINE. the girl can read her book out on the deck while i pan-fry hushpuppies and catfish fingers from my trotlines.
ulo:
Twigs at Sandön 13 (via peterpinhole)
if you don’t follow ultra low oxygen already, do it now.
and waste the rest of your night browsing all the way back to page 48.
also want thisi dont know what the f*ck that is, but i want it too. were you in Toy Tokyo?
lomo, m’fucka! does you has 120 film?!
i has some vintage!
i have no clue who i’m IMing with right now. we outsource to this company in costa rica and they have my IM address, so this has to be someone there. i dont know how to say goodbye without being an asshole.
you: me gato acaba de comer un fuegos artificiales, el esta muy emocionado para quatro de julio mas que yo! tengo que ir a la hospital ahorita! noches!
all this heat
i’m freakin’ shedding like a cancer patient ovah heah.
goodbye, beautiful and luxurious strands of hair. fare thee well.
I want to charter this boat for the 4th of July, who’s with me?
i could drop a couple bills for a reservation, epaulets and the like of course. perhaps a dragoon pistol and a claymore, to boot.
