Today, I’m actually really enjoying the snow that no one predicted. However, since my mind cross references every bit of speech I hear with a comprehensive mental database of Simpson’s dialog, I’ve been saying “Lousy Smarch weather” under my breath all day for self entertainment.
Not only is it completely applicable to today’s unforetold snow event but it’s a print production and proof reading joke so it feels like a joke that was crafted for me to enjoy. I was really excited to see that there is an excerpt of this exact scene on YouTube. So I will commemorate this late spring snow layer with a “bookmark” blog post.
Reposting a momentous meme. This one spoke to me conceptually and immediately conjured questions. Could a Vulcan express himself musically? Music is math but it’s also emotion. Maybe Spock’s “music” is more a mode of expressing encoded meaning. Like morse code with notes for reasonable context. Either way the inherently contrary image sparked my synapses, remixing my nostalgia for 70s music icons with a cold rational sense of extra terrastrial mystery. No matter what Nimoy actually played off set while still dressed as Spock, I’d like to hear it.
Brubeck’s Take Five can hit me the right way on the right day and make me laugh audibly from an otherwise disinterested mood. It would be too easy to post that song though, on the day of his passing. So dig this.
Flying Lotus made the audio for this short film project by Kahlil Joseph. The video is a beautiful thing. I love it when hiphop obliterates my expectations. Not sure if the video was inspired by music from Flying Lotus’s new album or if the album is a concept piece to support the short film. Chicken/Egg. Looking forward to checking it out further either way.
Cleaning out the junk drawers in my hard drive, I found this old freestyle composite from a few years ago. The idea was that a lot of the time people start to make progress they let up on the intensity of effort. This was to sum up the notion of executing with gusto.
During a late night scour of YouTube for rare reggae recordings, this ukulele adaptation of the Wailers’ “It Hurts to Be Alone” by an unknown, vaguely European fellow presented itself. Regarding the Wailers a bit seriously and tending to disapprove most attempts to repackage or update the music, I was utterly ready to discount what I had not yet seen. This honest little video won me over. I watched it 3 times before deciding it was good and a few more before actually really loving the interpretation. It’s a reinvention that is beautiful, humble and respectful.
Lee “Scratch” Perry is the chief Upsetter. A father of funk within the reggae genre before Funk was a thing, the man personifies a bit more of the mischief and shrewdness of an otherwise spiritually (self) romanticized genre of music. I once saw him perform at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta and the whole time he cursed the crowd and warned them/us of their/our inevitable demise as they/we cheers’d his patois disparagements, arms raised high with Pabst.
This new vinyl likeness of Perry really nails his flavor. I appreciate that the eyes don’t point in the same direction because that’s real. All of this said, I’m a fan.
Riding a bike = freedom x happiness… Seeing bike skeletons ravaged and scavenged locked to some grave post has always hit me in the gut. In my mind, I hear myself whisper “that sucks” whether it’s audible or not. As of yet I have no idea who is behind this campaign/public art but it makes me just a little more proud of Richmond that this statement is being made here and that whoever came up with it lives here.