SO LONG SUMMERTIME

Awesome?

Tobacco: Super Gum

Somewhere

Finally.

Neon Indian "Sleep Paralyst" Video

Sleep Over "Your World Is Night" Video

I put together this video of Austin band Sleep Over's eerie track "Your World Is Night"

Small Black "Bad Lover"

Weird masks, wood cutting, and snow.



Despite the photograph, you are not in love.

Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then

Trailer for the film Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then directed by Brent Green used with stop motion and live actors. Check out some of Green's amazingly creepy animation short films here.

"Um, I build a lot of stuff. I do a lot of woodworking. No, I don’t have a background in carpentry but you can figure it out, it’s not rocket science. You just have to do the best you can. You could have built this thing too if you had six acres of land. It’s all put together with fucking tape and scrap wood. We knocked down two barns for wood and I crashed my own cars, I just wrecked everything I had to make this thing in the backyard. It’s incredibly handmade, it’s a home movie and it looks like it you know? So I don’t have a background in carpentry but I don’t need one, all you need is a fucking screw gun." - Brent Green

Maping a direction

I know a lot of people don't really read this or know about this. Honestly I don't care. I think I need this more than others do. I admit this blog isn't the greatest out there and I don't really have any sort of direction with it. I don't really think that matters. I feel like this is sort of maping my life, or at least the life I've lived since I started this towards the end of 2009. I've had a lot happen since then. I feel like an entirely different person since then and I've always been a nostalgic person. This is my piece of nostalgia to be embedded onto the interweb to look back on and build upon. If you read this or enjoy my blog than I'm very happy for you because I enjoy doing it and hopefully I can learn more and perhaps make it better or maybe I'll just make it worse. I'm not sure yet. Just as in my life and with this I really have no immediate sense of direction. I'm just sort of coasting and taking things in and flowing with what happens. I do declare that I will always strive to be better though, with whatever that means.

I can I can I can

Love, You.

Hispanic Jew

Who Wants To Dagger?

Major Lazer and Skerritt Bwoy present:

I'm not sure
what I'm missing,

but for some reason

I'm missing it.

Twin Sister Remix

Remix of the Twin Sister song "All Around and Away We Go" by Teen Daze. Also on their website you can get stems from the song to make your own remix.


"All Around and Away We Go (Teen Daze Remix)" by Twin Sister

Me Too

Toro y Moi "You Hid"

Toro y Moi playing "You Hid" from the amazing Causers of This in a live session.

TORO Y MOI "YOU HID" from Yours Truly on Vimeo.

Chaz is also on tour right now with Caribou. I'm gearing up to go see them both tomorrow in Baton Rogue @ Spanish Moon.

A Sprawling Sense For Unfinished Mess

Bitter nights where cold wind blows on my gentle nose, toothless fights wrapped up in our bitter flight. Cancerous convictions bent at the hip and clicking like hicks sucking down swine. North we go, farther up the road we know.

Apologies all around, my apologies are thrown on the ground and whispering secrets to the soil and returned with cold dirt and a false sense of security.

Keeping up with good thoughts and creating serene scenes for our automobiles to accidentally collide with trees that are only desperate widowed willows shuffling to your bedroom window.

Apologies to the ground and I know I'm only lying to myself when no one is around.

"Collector" Video

Here We Go Magic video for the song "Collector" that looks and sounds like it isn't from this era, but it is...so enjoy it and live in the now.

The Field

The Field is a Swedish electro dance project to be played loudly, with lots of bass, and maybe some drugs. Check out the album From Here We Go Sublime.


"Everday" by The Field

Sleep Over

Girl bands are taking over my heart. Listen to Sleep Over's song "Your World Is Night" here.

As a side note I decided to wear a ski mask and drag my sister out of bed by her feet in the middle of the night and lock her in a room with this song playing. The results were more than satisfactory.

Cinemax is fun

For David

Your attempts at whore fucking
and bottle throwing
make me laugh.
But I still see you
through
broken windows,
windows that we broke
together.
Bloodied up fists
drinking down
this concoction that
a preposterous man makes
in the back room
of a flat round home
covered in a lithium type substance,
the sweet smell of gasoline
that’ll make your body itch.
You know rooms are spinning,
the whores are coming
but we still sit here and
wrangle up a laugh
as to say fuck this masterpiece
and everything around it.
We still haven’t made it yet
but the ship is lowering down
to the bowels of some city
that looks as if it was another city
that we’ve already seen.
Still we say, “Isn’t this beautiful?”
while drinking down that concoction.
My dead grandma whispers
into my ear
“Remember that show,
you know,
the black and white one?”
I say “No.”
Only fools remember shit that’ll make you forget
where you are, right now.
Right now, I’m dancing naked on a roof top
that I’ve already been on
looking to the distance
at a fucked up face
trying to remember
how long
it’s been since I’ve seen my friend,
you know,
the black and white one.

Beach Fossils

Generally anything with the name beach in it and some re-verb makes for some good music. I'm sure being from Brooklyn doesn't hurt either. In example see Beach Fossils.

Listen to the track "Youth" here. And seek below to see them perform "Daydream" in a bathroom.

M.I.A. "Born Free" Video

New song by M.I.A. and yeah, she's pissed.

M.I.A, Born Free from ROMAIN-GAVRAS on Vimeo.

P.S. Gingers have souls too.

Silent Diane

Every once in awhile I'll come across a little known band and be entranced by them. The problem that I come across is that it's hard to find a lot of their material and I become even more obsessed, listening to the same songs I can find over and over again. Austin band Silent Diane fall into this category for me. I also have a deep love for women singing their sad sulking hearts out shrouded around the lush sounds of synths and minimalistic drum beats. Listen to the song "Juliet The Painting" here.

New Crystal Castles Song

New song by Crystal Castles from their once again self titled (oddly enough) new album.


"Celestica" by Crystal Castles

this doesn't look like Foolin' to me

Seriously odd video by Devendra Banhart sporting a new look and looking a lot less hairy these days for his song "Foolin'" from his album What Will We Be.

How To Dress Well

Pretty amazing visuals for the song "Decisions" (feat. Yüksel Arslan) by How To Dress Well. Check out the website for a bunch of free songs.

HOW TO DRESS WELL - "Decisions" (feat. Yüksel Arslan) from Jamie Harley on Vimeo.

Gauntlet Hair

Gauntlet Hair from Lafayette, Colorado. Listen to their song "I Was Thinking" here.

“Particularly heart-melting is Gauntlet Hair’s “I Was Thinking,” which is five minutes of cascading guitar bliss and shivery echoing vocals that sound like the wind blowing through your hair down the open road. Someone needs to put it on a movie soundtrack immediately.”

- The Fader

Drunk Girls!

LCD Soundsystem just gave us another new anthem. From the forthcoming album This Is Happening. Due out May 17th.


"Drunk Girls" by LCD Soundsystem

Odessa Remix

LA band Nite Jewel remixes Caribou's new single "Odessa".


"Odessa (Nite Jewel Remix)"

Plastic Beach

If you haven't checked out Gorillaz's new album Plastic Beach, then what are you waiting for?


"Broken" by Gorillaz

Belong

Washed Out performs "Belong" from the album High Times at SXSW along with the dudes from Small Black.

New format

I will now be drafting towards using Mp3 format rather than my usual, and lazy, way of relying way too heavily on You Tube. This can save some room on the page and at least looks a bit better.

Love, Always

Hispanic Jew

Twin Sister

Brooklyn band Twin Sister has graciously released their new album Color Your Life for free on their website.


"All Around and Away We Go" by Twin Sister

Toro y Moi In 3D!

Toro y Moi performing "You Hid" and "Talamak" from his album Causers of This. The set was shot through a pair of 3D glasses. Intro music by Sleep Over

Love: Whose Songs are Dreams in the Human Mind // Toro Y Moi [Part 1 of 2] from Ray Concepcion on Vimeo.

Beach House & Washed Out Tour

04-21 Dallas, TX - Granada Theater
04-22 Austin, TX - Emo's
04-23 Houston, TX - Walter's
04-24 Baton Rouge, LA - Spanish Moon
04-25 Tallahassee, FL - Engine Room
04-27 Birmingham, AL - Bottletree
04-28 Nashville, TN - Mercy Lounge
04-29 Atlanta, GA - The Earl
04-30 Asheville, NC - Grey Eagle Tavern
05-01 Chapel Hill, NC - Cat's Cradle

Barry Munday

Patrick Wilson doesn't have any balls, literally. In Hard Candy Patrick Wilson's character was almost castrated by a 14 year old girl. In his new film he actually does. Featuring Chloë Sevigny, Malcolm McDowell, and apparently some Vampire Weekend. Based on the novel "Life is a Strange Place" by Frank Turner Hollon.

Oh, Mr. Jackson!

Try listening to this song by Toro y Moi and have a bad day. Do it, I dare you.




"109" by Toro y Moi

Neon Indian and the Dew

New song from Neon Indian brought to you by Chris Taylor of Grizzly Bear (producer) and Mountain Dew? Hear Alan Palomo of Neon Indian explain here.


"Sleep Paralysis" by Neon Indian

New Ariel Pink

Lo-fi that actually doesn't sound so lo-fi anymore.

I had the opportunity to see Ariel Pink last year in New Orleans with Vivian Girls. It was a pretty amazing and fun experience to see him live, as well as to see him wearing blue Ugg boots.


"Round and Round" by Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti

Gummo

I recently watched Gummo again. I usually try to watch this movie at least once or twice a year. I like seeing it from different perspectives in my life. I also enjoy watching it with people who have never seen it before, much to their dismay. For me this movie changed my whole view on film and what a movie could be. The first time I saw it I was about fifteen. I had never seen anything like it. I had never felt so disgusted, dirty or depraved while watching a movie. Those sort of feeling stick with you. Of course this led me to different films by Harmony Korine, which ultimately led me to Werner Herzog and so on. After watching the film I like to put on the interview included as a bonus feature on the dvd. I find it essential to watch after viewing the film as an insight into what sort of mind frame Korine was in while making the film, or lack thereof, and what he was trying to portray to the audience.

Welcome To The Monkey House

I come home after going out to get some food with my girlfriend. I wasn’t gone for more than fifteen or twenty minutes. I walk into the kitchen to make a couple rum and cokes for us. The kitchen is occupied with a few of my dad’s “friends” and of course his intelligent, beautiful, and thoughtful pregnant girlfriend (all sarcasm excluding the preggo part) eating dinner, as I generally avoid eating dinner with all of them. As I walk in everyone is staring at me. I’m sure I dished out a classic “what the fuck are you looking at?” grin as seasoning onto what I can only imagine is a disgusting entrée of attempted cooking brought to them by my dad’s girlfriend. God help me. Almost immediately, as expected, Preggo opens her mouth first.
“Kayla is drunk,” she said. Kayla is the sixteen month love child produced not so much out of love but through maliciousness, cigarette smoke, and lack of birth control.
“What?” I asked and laughed at the same time.
“She went into your room and drank some left over rum and coke you had in there,” she said, and as a side note her voice is a cross between a jersey shore girl and an extra from Fargo.
“Well how did that happen?” I asked, slightly intrigued.
“She just like walked in there and drunk it,” she said gracefully with a mouth that I’m pretty sure was filled with a steak and mashed potato combo.
“Yeah, because you weren’t watching her. You never watch her,” I said and expected some sort of an applause that never came.
“Josh! She’s sixteen months, you can’t expect me to keep track of her all the time,” she said and I paused to let the ridiculousness of that sentence settle. It settled about as good as that meal will. I took my drinks and walked away.

Robot Love

New short film by Spike Jonze entitled I'm Here, apparently presented by vodka.

Feel It All Around You

Chill out.

FEEL IT ALL AROUND from Northern Lights on Vimeo.

Welcome To The Monkey House

Given my current situation of living in my father’s house with him, his pregnant twenty-something year old girlfriend, and their sixteen month love child I decided the only way to survive the ridiculousness of them is to document and quote them as much as I can. I should have thought of this idea a really long time ago. Most of the people who know me know how ridiculous these two people are, and not in a “fun loving” sort of way more so a “sad and depressing but let’s make light of the situation” kind of way. To accurately present this I feel as though I should paint a picture.

My father is a middle aged man far beyond the brinks of mid-life crisis. His life has been stuck in a perpetual crisis; he just has now reached the middle part of it. He is big fellow, probably more wide than he is tall due to the mass amounts of steroids he has taken over thirty years. He also loves to partake in recreational drug use. I once caught him snorting ecstasy off a cutting board in the kitchen. He owns several “legitimate” businesses along the east coast. If you Googled him you’d have a pretty good chuckle. He has six children with three different women. Like every good business man he sets up franchises.

His recent business endeavor is a half retarded college dropout from upstate New York. Like every middle aged man he needs to plant his dysfunctional seed in a young fertile woman incapable of taking care of children.

It is super bowl Sunday and my father wants me to attend his friend’s party to celebrate the occasion. He gracefully approaches me.
“You want to go to Jason’s party with us?” he asks, more of a demand than a question.
“No, not really,” I say.
“Why not man?” He gets closer to me. “Come on dude, it’ll be fun.” He playfully punches me in the chest, something he has perfected. “We’ll play beer pong!”
“Dad I don’t want to play beer pong at a house with a bunch of pregnant women and children.” I say in all honesty because 90 percent of the attendees are in fact pregnant or children, despite the fact that playing beer pong with my father doesn’t sound all that appealing anyway and honestly a little depressing. He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders.
“Why?” he asks, followed by an uncomfortable pause where I start to walk away. “Is that not professional?”

New Caribou

"Odessa" from the album Swim.

Letter To The Senator

Dear senator,

I just want you to know that I haven’t died yet. I’ve been huffin’ gas and glue across this great nation of ours. The good ol’ U.S. of A supplies me with such ingenuities to be so free. I’ve been living on a park bench in the natural forest that is this great city. Which city? you may ask, all of them, every single one. I know things have been rough for you. You know, with all the diseases and natural disasters running amok. All you need to do is just remember that the real world sneaks in there sometimes. Backs ache, teeth clenched, the IRS waving hello to you. All of these contribute to the assassination of your future happiness. The middle of the night, orange moons, tears of rain, everybody tucked into their beds with sweet dreams of adultery, this isn’t for you.

The world has left you to wander in it alone, as have I. The whore that is the world wants more and more and in return flashes a glare of false sympathy and that monotonous noise of mourning. Normality, the cool calmness, there is no such thing for us. For we both know, through collective experience, that the seasons leaves holes for us to fall into. The forest leaves branches for us to trip over. I know, my verse is weak, my words as unworthy as the burden I carry onto this great nation. My words used to carry the truth! Now they carry only the echoes of my weathered old mind and the fleeting sense of feeling in my right arm. Righty tighty and the left is still loose as a goose. But dear lady, know that I still love you and that the only way I can conjure up good feelings for you is by huffin’ gas and glue. I love you.

Love, Me.

Fever Ray Acceptance Speech

A statement for the acid terrorism against women in Pakistan or just a brilliantly bizarre moment brought to you by Karin Dreijer Andersson? Eat your heart out Lady Gaga.

Neon Indian On Jimmy Fallon

Neon Indian - Late Night with Jimmy Fallon - 2-11-10 from Sam May on Vimeo.

Teengirl Fantasy

I watch it for the tits, well tit

"Are you going to watch the superbowel?"
"Yes," I said.
"Every night," I said.

Thank Allah For This

Track List:
Zebra
Norway
Walk In The Park
Take Care

From their album Teen Dream

No One Belongs Here More Than You

Your demon eyes never fail
to seep their way
into my pants
and finger poke
and prod
at my bible belt.
Your demon face
will never leave this place.
Your putrid skin
left me begging
for the gasoline
to clean
the scene
you stole from me.
In the roster of women
to be kinfolk
to my sorry sulking heart
I’d rather suck the head off of a bat
than to see you breathing again.
Hanging up the heart
of the determined mime
to find the fun
in watching you
swallow pills
that make you more ill
than the shallow
sacred smoke
we love to toke.
Delicate face,
you made a mess
of this place.

Blessa

Mind Drips

I made this video of the Neon Indian song Mind Drips with classic 80's break dancing and balloons! Enjoy.

Neon Indian - Mind Drips from Josh Morgan on Vimeo.

Brain Strains

The coke stains
on my table strains
my brain
with the thoughts
of ordinary household cares.
Maybe
my thoughts were fought
to fight
the right
to fuck on ordinary
household
items.

ODDSAC

Trailer for the Animal Collective movie directed by Danny Perez

Memory Tapes

Slumber Party

This fucking cold train station drains
the pain
for the laurels of a better tomorrow.
I tried to connect
to a better apparatus
in the republic of bibles and loose belts
but you just danced
yourself
into the yellowish and orange hue
of my puke.
My vomit is content
in the burning sun
of the south side fears,
where the queers
keep asking my name and dick size.
I only find myself
to feed off
from the time
we danced
naked
on each other,
begging for the sun to stay down.
I’ll be on that train
by the time it peaks through
our black curtains.
Tonight dies
and dries
with my vomit stains
by your side.
My name is nowhere
and I’ve never measured my dick
but I will
for an extra buck and
a warm place to fuck.

Heaven Can Wait

Directed by Keith Schofield

Summer 09'

Looking back to keep warm.