The modern music industry’s Mitochondrial Eve returns with a fervor to prove – once again – that despite all patriarchal restrictions and destruction: she who bears the womb… the forever battlefield, and said burden… is she who is best equipped to commandeer the cultural revolution. Who rev the world? Girls.
The revolution will be feminized. She who betrayed Jesus, she who betrayed Adam, she who bears the weight of said world on her naturally sinful shoulders, in her superseding of submission, will ascend to prominence; born to blossom, bloom to perish, just as man destroyed that which he cannot create, so in the wake of destruction and suspension in social smolder, here woman returns to bear life again… Strong enough to bear the children, then get back to business
Who run the world? Girls. Girls, women, females have the unparalleled capacity to create life. Despite all social constructs, religious constraints, and artificial inferiorities women are able to create something lasting, something outside of themselves, and from their sin comes the succession – well, that, or a dance nation… my persuasion can build a nation #literally
#inanutshell Self-reference and atmospheric concept #letsbeyhonest #independentringonit
I left you all with a drought, and so now: a Music Monday deluge. The sirens crafted a playlist of divine proportions today, one so glorious I couldn’t possibly keep it to myself. Truth is stranger than fiction, and mythology makes for reality’s greatest musings… Art is expressed reaction to good and evil; Pandora: the curious curator of this gallery we call life – and the best thing to happen to music in a long time… ah, the wonderful world of playlistism #ohletsdoit
The Fugees – Ready or Not
Jay-Z – D’Evils
Lady GaGa – Just Dance (Red One Remix) ft. Kardinal Offishall
Ello, ello! (Baby you called I can’t hear a thing…) It’s been awhile (read: far too long) since I’ve posted a sampler smattering of what I’m listening to, but today I felt particularly inspired. So, here goes: a… sampler smattering of what I’m listening to today.
“Toxic” (Britney Spears Cover) (16 Bit Dubstep Remix) – Yael Naim
This remix is by no means new, but it is the definition of fresh. We all know and love the original. Hopefully a lot of you have been enjoying Yael Naim’s sugary cover for years now. But now, 16 Bit have brought it home. Their dubstep remix adds layers of sound that accent Naim’s already fragile-sounding voice, making the cover sound like a music box that could break at any moment. We pray it won’t, and the suspense is half the fun.
Courtesy of Pretty Much Amazing
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“Unforgettable” ft. Young Jeezy – Wheelchair Jimmy
Post-Grammy “What I’m Digging That They Didn’t” Playlist – aka “Welcome to Hipster Heartbreak”
Today we’ve got some monsters, some mavens, some Basement Jaxx, some MGMT, some “Kids,” some Cudi, some Jeezy, some Common, some Lily, and some of her womanizing problems…
Has anybody seen my disco stick?
So, LoveGame… doesn’t play
Its remixes though… go harder than Baltimore: dig it, dug it, done
If Graduation is Fame, 808s & Heartbreak Kills. In the wake of Graduation’s superlative Indian summer high, 808s and Heartbreak is the inevitable comedown – the crash of the coldest winter. West described this album as “Pop Art,” in its ability to merge hip-hop credibility with mainstream appeal to innovate authentic music in a way only paralleled by Pink Floyd: Welcome to heartbreak – the dark side of the moon.
The South may be considered slow — backwards even — but with ads like this …
call it backwards, call it slow; but in Atlanta, simple seems to be the way to go. As Lil’ Wayne so eloquently said “This is Southern face it; If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics.” What recession? Don’t be a victim, stand up and say “no, we won’t.” Problem solved, just that easy.
The so-called “economic recession” is a classic example of that infamous inside-the-beltway northern aggression mentality. “We will not participate in the recession;” is one step closer to the second secession.
Watch this space: Recessions are so Summer 2008 — just ask Jeezy, Mayor of the Trap