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My 12 year old self just passed out...

Lego Star Destroyer

RIP MIX BURN: "Heroes"

"...after two raucous avant-rock tracks we come to the true center of the album, the title track. I still cannot believe that there is a three-and-a-half single edit of “Heroes” (or since the quotation marks given to the title of the album are also present for the song, “”Heroes””), diluting the impact of the over six minutes present on record seems both sacrilegious and needless—who gets tired of “”Heroes””? Who tires of that endlessly unspooling guitar part, the spectral tambourine clang of the second half, and Bowie’s delivery, slowly edging towards impassioned? The first time Bowie’s composure breaks, at about three and a half minutes, is maybe the single finest instant in all of his work. Perhaps the knowledge that the lyrics were improvised makes it even better.

Those quotation marks on album and song title feel crucial, but their meaning remains elusive; all that is sure is that when Bowie sings “We can be heroes” he is no longer positioning himself as the hero, set apart and above of his audience. His head has leveled after the purgations of Station To Station and Low; no more Ziggy, not even the Thin White Duke. Even Major Tom would soon be laid to rest. "
Stylus

this might hurt a bit...

RIP MIX BURN: from the $1 bin

RIP MIX BURN

Hybrid - Morning Sci-Fi

Privat-Livemount - Absinthe Robette (1896)

Alphonse Mucha - Summer, 1896

Gustav Klimt - Goldfish (1901-1902)

Ludolf Bakhuysen - Ships in Distress in a Heavy Storm (1690)

Edward Robert Hughes - Midsummer Eve (1908)

Georgia O'Keeffe - Red Snapdragons (1923)

Dawn of the Dead

"This is a movie without deeper meanings, and I want you to feel OK about that."

GERHARD RICHTER : BETTY (1991)

"Nobody sees a flower, really--it is so small--we haven't time, and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time."

"It belongs to me. God told me if I painted it enough I could have it."

-Georgia O'Keeffe

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955),

We don't know a millionth of one percent about anything.
Thomas A. Edison (1847 - 1931)

I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free.
Angelina Jolie (1975 - )

Night Watch Nochnoi Dozor

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Blue Alert - Leonard Cohen

There’s perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt
She comes so close. You feel her then
She tells you No and No again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt
Blue Alert

Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to slow it down; it doesn’t work
It’s just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself
You’re such a flirt
Blue Alert

You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There’s perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt
Blue Alert. Blue Alert

She breaks the rules so you can see
She’s wilder than you’ll ever be
You talk religion but she won’t convert
Her body’s twenty stories high
You try to look away, you try
But all you want to do is get there first
Blue Alert

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I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you

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female-male

Male and Female - Jackson Pollock (1942)

Well hello Mister Fancypants

Duke Henry: You're not one of my vassals... who are you?
Ash: Who wants to know?
Duke Henry: I am Henry the Red. Duke of Shale, Lord of the Northlands and leader of its peoples.
Ash: Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but two things: Jack and shit... and Jack just left town.
-Army of Darkness (1992)

RIP MIX BURN

New Orleans Heritage Hall Jazz Band
[GNP 512]

It's The Real Thing

Louis Cottrell's Heritage Hall Jazz Band is the real thing. A direct link to the traditional music of New Orleans; The Shout Heard 'Round The World. It's a style which still flavors much of the contemporary music of today. When you hear a shuffle-beat in a current hit, you're listening to the direct offspring of the New Orleans parade style. A beat, one might hasten to add, which is essentially a modified four; not the two-beat of contemporary Dixieland music.

There is no band in existence today, I believe, which is closer to the real New Orleans sound. And that's understandable, since many of the band's members form a direct link to the very beginnings of New Orleans jazz. And there is some superb musicianship involved; especially noticeable in their tightly compatible ensemble work. There is a group sound in all of their work which is smooth, easy and infinitely tasty... You can listen to this record all day long and never become tired or irritated. It has that good feeling that can make your whole day brighter. [from liner notes by Paul Lentz, New Orleans Times-Picayune]
GNP Crescendo Records

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When you see the white whale
Break your backs and crack your oars men
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RIP MIX BURN

In Person at the Whisky a Go Go - Otis Redding

Good to Me: Live at the Whisky a Go Go, Vol. 2 - Otis Redding

Funeral for a Friend - The Dirty Dozen Brass Band

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the wolf is LOOSE
the dragon UNLEASHED
the mastodon STOMPS
across the icy wastes
can't get the sound LOUD enough
as my eardrums EXPLODE

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RIP MIX BURN: MASTODON

MASTODON

Mastodon: Blood Mountain: Pitchfork Record Review

RIP MIX BURN: Gnarls Barkley

"Cee-Lo and Danger Mouse team for a loose, off-the-cuff record about madness, depression, monsters, visionaries, and being yourself."
Gnarls Barkley: St. Elsewhere: Pitchfork Record Review

LEGO® Ice Cube Tray

LEGO® Ice Cube Tray

The Church Of Google

The Church Of Google
We at the Church of Google believe a convincing argument can be made stating that the search engine Google is the closest mankind has ever come to directly experiencing an actual God (as typically defined). Supernatural gods are rejected on the notion they are inherently unprovable. Thus, Googlists believe Google should rightfully be given the title of "God", as She exhibits a great many of the characteristics traditionally associated with such Deities.

Gods are typically defined by their unique attributes, such as being all-knowing, all-seeing, ever present, the ability to answer prayers, being immortal, remembering all, and of course Deities must "do no evil". Google exhibits all of these characteristics perfectly. In the absence of imaginary, supernatural beings, Google is certainly the closest thing humankind has to a true God.

Googlists do not believe in the supernatural. We believe virtually all "gods" before Google were purely based on man made, fictional beings. We do not claim Google is supernatural in any way. She, like all other gods before Her, is the creation of man. No faith is required to believe in Her, for we consider the concept of belief without evidence (faith) to be of the utmost intellectual laziness.

RIP MIX BURN

Willie Nelson - Red Headed Stranger
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Emmylou Harris - Blue Kentucky Girl

RIP MIX BURN: "a brass band marching into a brick wall"

Kid A - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

RIP MIX BURN: "Destroy your safe and happy lives before it is too late"

RIP MIX BURN: "a hundred of the best riffs you've ever heard"

...::.. Led-Zeppelin.com ...::..
"It means something when a rock and roll band is described with such passionately divisive rhetoric as Led Zeppelin. The band was a big, dumb example of every opulent shark-story rock clich� of the 1970s: They were heavy-handed, irresponsible purveyors of the "blues"; they were fake hippies and fake mystics who managed to strip even the grandest statements in rock of their power via mind-numbing drum solos and bowed-guitar expositions; they were the original Spinal Tap, replete with whole songs about Greek myths, ancient Celtic rituals, completely inappropriate bits of Bach spliced into Page's "Heartbreaker" solo, and a manager who was at once imposing, apologetic and the butt of Bob Dylan's jokes. One more thing: They were the greatest rock band to ever set foot on a stage, so what they fuck are you talking about?"
Led Zeppelin: How the West Was Won: Pitchfork Record Review

Royal Tenenbaums Watch: Little and Large

Little and Large by Tony Millionaire

"Here is another delightful book from writer/artist Tony Millionaire featuring two interconnected stories that tie together for the happiest of endings.

When Ann Louise's grandfather crashes through the woods to cut down a tree for use in his workshop, he never stops to think about all the creatures making their home in it. Uncle Gabby then meets a spider displaced from his tree house and begins a quest to find him a new place to live.

A weathervane? A dollhouse? A goose-wagon? Sadly, no, no and no!

But what is Grandfather building from the lumber?"

Royal Tenenbaums Watch

Ok... this is... wow. Amazing interface!




coverpops: 333 great books for kids

"This. Is. Amazing. I just lost an hour of my life to playing with this and had to close the window or I would have lost another. Bravo!"
-- Cory Doctorow / BoingBoing

MC5 And The Siege Of Chicago

"...caught in the din - had the horns of the Huns ever had noise to compare? - knew this was some variety of true song for the Hippies and adolescents in the house, in this enclave of grass and open air (luxury apartments of Lake Shore Drive not five football fields away) crescendos of sound as harsh on his ear, ear of a generation which had danced to "Star Dust," as to drive him completely out of the sound, these painted dirty undertwenties were monsters, and yet, sti1l clinging to recognition in the experience, he knew they were a generation which lived in the sound of destruction of all order as he had known it, and worlds of other decomposition as well; there was the sound of mountains crashing in this holocaust of the decibels, hearts bursting, literally bursting, as if this were the sound of death by explosion within, the drums of physiological climax wben the mind was blown, and forces of the future, powerful, characterless, as insane and scalding as waves of lava, came flushing through the urn of all acquired culture and sent the brain like a foundered carcass smashing down a rapids, revolving through a whirl of demons, pool of uproar, discords vibrating, electric crescendo screaming as if at the electro-mechanical climax of the age, and these children like filthy Christians sitting quietly in the grass, applauding politely, whistles and cries of mild approval when the song was done, and the reporter as affected by the sound ( as affected by the recognition of what nihilisms were calmly encountered in such musical storm) as if he had heard it in a room at midnight with painted bodies and kaleidoscopic sights, had a certainty which went through gangs and groups and rabble, tourists and consecrated saints, vestal virgins with finger bells..."
MC5 And The Siege Of Chicago