Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Seriously, FML

3rd all-nighter in a row. Yupp that's right, 72hours without a minute of sleep. I would really much rather be doing this for gigs in Ibiza than for professors who are horrible sadists with blocks of concrete for hearts.

Thank god for Trance music, caffeine and sugar.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

When only music will do



I want to live in that imagined space in this vast universe where this song was conceived. I think I would find peace there...

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Problems of the Privileged: Part 1

I have just been sent a super-exclusive mix - 2hrs worth of subwoofer-busting, filthy new House music. I am also bed-ridden with lumbar strain and have nowhere to take all this dirty dancing energy. How cruel is life!

Also it's 6am. Should I even bother sleeping before the 10am United game? Oh man do I love having conversations with myself - madness is fun. F'realz...

Monday, November 15, 2010

Slipping sideways, silver stars collide
And fade away just like our love that died
And there is nowhere in this universe to hide
From you tonight...

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Eliana.

This is one of the most painful pieces of music I own, and is also one of my all-time favourite songs (the kind that I selfishly like to keep secret). From it comes the question I ask myself on every meaningful day - "could I love like a child through this trauma"



Sharing it with you today; if it means something to even one person this post will be worth it.

N.B. - that is the short version for those of you not used to the 8min journeys of Trance/Progressive. Here is the full version; the author suggests you turn off the lights right before you fall asleep and let it play....

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Happiness seems to be loneliness

...and loneliness killed my world

Monday, November 8, 2010

LAWLZ!

Best description of Avatar, ever.

"...And Avatar is shit anyway: a humourless fable about a bunch of sanctimonious, stand-offish jungle-smurfs who spend their days running around in thongs, attacking explorers, interfering with sky-horses, and obstinately halting the march of progress for the sake of a poxy tree. Watching the Na'vi (see? even their name is obnoxious) mope and moan in three dimensions simply made them more real, and therefore more objectionable. Maybe if the final half-hour had consisted of one of the human soldiers repeatedly kicking one of the Na'vi shamen in his leaf- bollocks until he spewed blue sick and his eyeballs popped out in 3D, I'd have found it easier to stomach."

"leaf-bollocks"...classic Brooker!