Thursday, July 19, 2007

FLIRTY FISHING!

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Studio - Out There
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Everyone keeps telling me to listen to Studio, and I'm like, hey, I already do. So should you. They sound like they're chilling on the same beach in LA as Sorcerer or emperor machine and they are spacey but so focused, great, their album West Coast is like a bottle of SPF10 and a magical Swedish umbrella. So somebody tell me already: how are the beaches in Sweden?

The Field concert at Studio B last night was really bad. Like that was 12 bucks that would have been better spent on fire. Whoops. Gimme some Kompakt shit with its balls up, the kind that make you say "UNNNGH", like Voigt on Voigt style, because if not, it better sound like this:

Justus Kohncke - Elan (Prins Thomas Version)
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Also, this week me and Count Drugula found out that our fellow midtown trim courier Frankie used to party at the motherfucking Garage back in the day!!!! Which tangentially reminds athis blogger, I may have referenced this song three times this week in "office conversation" with my boss(es). Old people seem to get it or something.

Gwen Guthrie - Ain't Nothin Going On But The Rent
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So true. So little respect for the unemployed but so true.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the tracks. Hey, I'm Swedish and I can tell you the beaches over here aren't bad. Clean, fresh water and plenty of things to look at if you know what I mean. The season is of course short but definitely worth checking out.

maitreya said...

yes!!!! you rule mika! thanks for dropping that swedish knowledge bomb.

Anonymous said...

well im swedich to. but man the water isent fresh.

Anonymous said...

Studio B was bad???
I just reserved tickets for the show on the 28th

[trouble & Bass is gonna be great]
your ass better be there!!!

andrea macedo said...

nice pic from nyc
:DDDD

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