
If you need me, I’ll be spending the evening with this gentleman tonight.
Leonard Cohen - “Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye”
Carl Sagan (ft. Stephen Hawking) - “A Glorious Dawn”
Is The Large Hadron Collider Being Sabotaged from the Future?
Two physicists theorize that the most likely explanation for the continued failure of the LHC is is that IT IS BEING SABOTAGED BY FUTURE PEOPLE because observing the Higgs Boson will prove to be a catastrophic event.
REMEMBER FRIENDS: FUTURE EVENTS SUCH AS THESE WILL AFFECT US IN THE FUTURE.
FUTURE PEOPLE: Sabotaging our Large Hadron Collider with baguettes, and taking our jobs!
Primal Scream - “Movin’ On Up”

Lately, I’ve been a little reluctant to write too much about new music. Don’t get me wrong, I still think the whole “writing about music” thing has some value, but every time I read another thesaurus-less blogger gullibly slap the same gauche, overreaching adjectives on any moderately promising FLAC that streams across his torrent, or another eager-to-please reviewer try to justify wholly questionable historical antecedents on bands that barely qualify as upstarts for the sake of page hits or guest spots, I cringe. I’ve done it myself. It’s embarrassing. Worse, it’s insincere. As readers, as fans, it’s easy to get worn out and desensitized to repeated claims about the “greatest” this or the “most amazing” that. It stops meaning anything after a while.
And then I hear an album like Tarot Sport, and I think to myself, Well, shit. This is really fucking good. How else would I describe an album like this if I didn’t use words like “epic” and “Vangelis-esque” and “erupting with sweeping, psychotropic grandeur” and “the best album of the fourth quarter of 2009 (so far)”? I can’t. And so I’m back at square one.

(via nerdboyfriend)
It doesn’t take much to get me excited about a Cowichan sweater. Brian Eno and his kitty just did it.

FELA: KING OF THE INVISIBLE ART
by Jay Babcock
Fela Anikulapo Kuti: 77 albums, 27 wives, over 200 court appearances. Harassed, beaten, tortured, jailed. Twice-born father of Afrobeat. Spiritualist. Pan-Africanist. Commune King. Composer, saxophonist, keyboardist, dancer. Would-be candidate for the Nigerian presidency. There will never be another like him. This is the sensational story of Fela, the greatest pop musician of the 20th century, featuring the words of Fela’s friends, fans and the Ebami Eda himself.
(via ARTHUR MAGAZINE)
That looks like some expensive shit. Re-blogged to read later.
