I am rage right now, well not now but about 20 minutes ago, I blew up.

I am an angry man, never thought I'd be that guy, I am an angry man.
I am rage and sweat
I am unspoken terms
I am miscommunication


I'll deal, I guess
Not digging the notion of having to be in a foggy gaze to be ok with life.

Self doubt is not an issue right now, I want to ditch everyone and leave everything, like a thieve in the damned night.

John Lee Hooker sings "the night time is the right time..." I never feel stable during the day.

Do you think Kerouac had a lot of friends? Im sure he didn't. I can't picture Jack calling up a friend to talk about their day or anything other than him
being a drunken fool who went about talking shit about the world in modern english.

Highly unlikely plastic fantastic.

Listening to "I wasn't made for these times" but not really, Charlie Christian is tryin' to get me hip to his playing
but I can only picture that fucking fist-sized hole in the bathroom wall.

maybe, maybe....I always have some amazing fantastic notion that if this were a different era I'd be different...well, I don't really know now.



Charlie is winning the sonic battle.

I love the business I work in, truly I do. I still struggle with all the people and forces that want to take it to the ground and kill it. I still believe in music, art and independent artists; I know it can thrive and I am positive that assholes that don't care for it and respect will fade away like a penciled footnote on old paper.

The Sisters of Mercy

Morrissey

Depeche Mode

ADULT.

King Crimson

The Smiths

The Twilight Singers

Cocteau Twins

My Bloody Valentine

Cat Power

G. Alamo

PJ Harvey

Misfits

Nine Inch Nails

VNV Nation

Einstürzende Neubauten

Bauhaus

The Raveonettes

Garbage

Pet Shop Boys

Tom Waits

Björk

Throbbing Gristle

The Jesus and Mary Chain

Antony and the Johnsons

Skinny Puppy

Ministry

The Mission

Miles Davis

Robi Draco Rosa

The Cure

Ladytron

Echo & the Bunnymen

Danzig

Motörhead

Slowdive

KMFDM

The Dandy Warhols

Steve Reich

Brian Eno

Erasure

R.E.M.

Joy Division

X

Peter Murphy

Robert Fripp

And One

Coil

Client

Superaquello

Lou Reed

Charly García

AFI

David Bowie

Siouxsie and the Banshees

The Rolling Stones

Peaches

The Cramps

Psychic TV

M83

Dethklok

Assemblage 23

The Album Leaf

Rasputina

New York Dolls

Seabound

Foetus

John Powell

Front Line Assembly

The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Muslimgauze

HIM

[:SITD:]

Unter Null

Danny Elfman

Moby

Faith and the Muse

Mötley Crüe

Peter Gabriel

Pigface

She Wants Revenge

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Portishead

U2

Combichrist

Fields of the Nephilim

Apoptygma Berzerk

Fripp & Eno

:wumpscut:

Kraftwerk

New Order

Type O Negative

Alice Cooper

Dave Gahan

Ramones

The Verve

John Zorn

Tori Amos

Ryan Adams

Soda Stereo

http://www.band-flyers.com/flyers/8a3b5d7a9b01714511fa99d47d5d1105/flyer.html


For all the people that have been asking what is it or what does it sound like, here a small brainstorm that might help.

soundscapes, electronic noise, minimalism, drone, sound collage, field recording, visual psychedelia, acid jam, jazz, free improv and slam.

questions anyone?

What subcategory of Goth best fits you? created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Romantic Goth You are a romantic goth, better known as a traditional goth. You are probably quickly identified as a goth by outsiders. Black lace, bats, and moonlit cemetaries are just a few of your favorite things. Click on my name to take my other tests if you liked this one.

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December 3, 2007

Cockroach Nope, it's not the name of a new Troma project. According to wire service reports, scientific minds at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev in Israel have discovered a zombie cockroach -- zombified by wasps. Says one of the reports in The Times of India, "Researchers have worked out the neurological trick used by a species of wasp to turn cockroaches into ‘zombie slaves’. The discovery explains why, once stung, cockroaches can be led by a much smaller master towards certain death. Researchers have proven their theory by replicating the effect, and by using an antidote injection to release the cockroaches from their zombie state."

And, folks, the following is so weird, it could provoke a Japanese monster-based horror flick. "The wasp, which lives in tropical regions of Africa, India and the Pacific Islands, relies on cockroaches for its life cycle. But unlike many venomous predators, which paralyse their victims before eating them or dragging them back to their lair, the wasp’s sting leaves the cockroach able to walk, but unable to initiate its own movement, according to nature.com.

"The wasp then grabs the cockroach’s antenna and leads it back to the nest. The cockroach walks 'like a dog on a leash,' says Frederic Libersat of Ben-Gurion University of the Negev in Israel, who led the research and has previously described the wasps’ behaviour in detail. Once home, the merciless wasp lays an egg on the docile cockroach’s belly, and the larva, once hatched, devours the hapless insect."

So, you have a wasp master and a cockroach zombie-slave. What would your horror plot consist of?

Analog Synth/Space/Psychedelic Compilation featuring musicians from all around the world.

A special addition to your SpacePod. High Fi Stereo Space Pilots.



01. Romannis Motte - Big City Night (5:21)
02. A Brand New Brand of Energy - Dirge (5:06)
03. Sulla Bassana - Space Taxi (6:03)
04. Lisou Space Cakes - Space Cakes 3 (4:01)
05. Fiver's Stereo - Timetrip (4:49)
06. Daab - Jesus Christus Uhriks Meille (9:48)
07. Manoir de Maniaque - Elizabeth (2:39)
08. The Human Pippi Armstrong - The Womans Workforce Training Video Theme (5:46)
09. Michael T. Jackson - comptrack (5:29)
10. Earthgirl - Event Horizon (2:05)
11. Kosmische Maschinen - Void of the Ominous (7:29)
12. deepspacepilots - Farside Of Neptune (6:49)
13. Dust Eater - Wheels in the wet forest of rust (3:03)
14. G. Alamo - Orbit 4 '134 (6:35)
15. Manoir de Maniaque - Ghastly Good Weekend (3:21)


http://derfla.tv/ben/uac/Albums/UAC001%20Nutrinos%20Odyssey.zip


Neutrinos Odyssey is out now on Underwater Analog Colonies...
Enjoy it....

Without this mans input in the music i listen to there would've been no way i could be where im at without him.

RIP Tony


The man who signed Joy Division, Happy Mondays passes away
10.Aug.07 9:11pm

Anthony H. Wilson, co-founder of Factory Records, has died of a heart attack today (August 10) at the age of 57.

Wilson is best known for signing legendary bands including Joy Division and New Order to his label, and as owner of the Hacienda nightclub in Manchester.

He played a key role in the Madchester scene of the late 1980s and early 1990s, signing the Happy Mondays.

Wilson passed away on this evening in the hospital after suffering a heart attack that his doctor said was unrelated to his recent battle with cancer.

Professor Robert Hawkins, his doctor at Christie hospital, told the Guardian: "It's very sad. He died as a result of something unrelated to his cancer. His cancer was responding well to treatment but obviously did contribute to his poor health".

Recently it was recommended he take the drug Sutent after chemotherapy failed to treat the disease effectively, but the NHS refused to pay for the £3500-a-month treatment.

However, the Happy Mondays and other bands he signed had started a charity fund to help pay for Wilson's treatment.

His family are reportedly declining to comment at this time, but thanked the staff at the MRI and Christie who have provided "fantastic" care for him over the last few months.


A heated argument about the merits of the Kate Nash album was interrupted by a buzzing phone last night in NME’s local boozer, as we suddenly found out that indie legend Tony Wilson had passed away.


Tony had been battling cancer for a while, but it was still a shock to us all to hear the news. And a damn terrible shock at that.

As he is for pretty much everyone into indie music, Tony – or Anthony as he preferred to be called – was a bit of a hero to the NME lot, to put it mildly.

By launching the careers of the likes of Happy Mondays, Joy Division and New Order, Anthony was the first person to show that indie music could conquer the world.

The world-straddling rise of New Order in particular showed that there were no limits to indie, and set a blueprint for people like Alan McGee, Oasis and the Arctic Monkeys.

People and bands who only had to look at the rise of Anthony’s Factory Records roster to realise that they could succeed in this music lark without ever compromising for a second.

As well as his involvement with the ‘Madchester’ band mob, Anthony, along with his partner Yvette, set up annual Manchester music showcase In The City.

I’ve been to In The City a couple of times, once in the back of a Ford Transit tagging along with a band from Cardiff I was mates with.

It was an amazing weekend – stopping every hour to open the van doors to let more oxygen in, lugging amps around grimy Manchester boozers, seeing about 10 amazing bands play in one night then getting pissed with them until we happily passed out.

Everyone around Manchester that weekend was in thrall of the indie whirlwind taking over the city, all so pleased that in an age when so much music is bland, cynical, factory (as opposed to Factory) produced pap, indie was still a stellar force, as it is today.

We’ve got Anthony to thank for so much of that.

So crack open a few beers, stick on 24 Hour Party People and toast Anthony Wilson – your record collection really wouldn’t have been the same without him.

"you look great in this light...so sexy", it's midnite and the club is pitch dark. the smell of freshly lit clove runs in the air and Morrissey jerks on the video screen, "...international playboy" he yells out of key. They get together every weekend and celebrate decades past, kids being kids, those late nights smoking the lowest grade weed in the world, back when it was "Barbarellas".


All that remains, a faded-but-original Duran Duran tee and pictures, way before myspace, facebook or livejournal; stretch out and wait.


Change by INXS comes on and words never sounded more real "don't change a thing...for me."


just another saturday.

i think i've been reading more than it is allowed, my head is like a fucking ferris wheel.
i get very short when someone or something cuts off my reading, the velvet underground has accompanied me for the past hour, Underworld did it before.


Im out.
hit the gym
hit the pool
hit the studio

how stupid that sounds....

it's real.

woke and nothing feels right
can't believe i made it through the night
the sky was cracked like porcelain
and all the souls they rose and marched again
it's the same dream
it goes on and on and on and on
but this is where it ends
this is the collapse
this is the collapse
so don't you close your eyes
this is the collapse
it's just one of those days where nothing sounds right
it's just one of those days where nothing looks right
it's just one of those days where nothing feels right
and all these things go on and on and on and
on and on until tonight
this is the collapse
this is the collapse
so don't close your eyes
this is the collapse '
it's just one of those days where nothing feels right
it's just one of those days
i'm never going home
i walk among the ghosts
of all my former loves
and all my future selves
this is the final straw
i'll take you by the throat
i'll shake you like a doll
just feed my starving heart




*can't get enough.

Puerto Rico was amazing.

the radio show went off without a hitch, the interviews and radio play were pretty fucking sweet. people dug the project which is exactly what i was hoping, met with people, bands and such. took some sun, burned like a fool.

i miss it, i miss the action.


shows coming up but in the meantime im going to miami, because i can.

out for now

It's 8.35pm on what has to possibly be THE hottest night to date in Orlando. After shelling out my last 10$ on some gas, a red bull and a fresh pack of cigarettes at the nearest convinience store, I made it to Downtown. It's a Sunday and tipically slow and quiet, parking is free *sigh of relief* and Im walking toward the Social. On my way up I bump into Peter Hayes, we exchange words, "hey man, how are you feeling?" "hey, im allright" "ok well,have a good show tonite man" "cool, thanks" The line goes all the way up the block and the show has been sold out for the past week, granted the Social isn't that big, I want to say 600+ maybe? anyway, Im in. The AC has been off since the night before, Ibar had the same issue, bad just bad. First up, Deathcaps, a three piece outfit from NYC with hooks as deep as nails and passages a la Jesus and Mary Chain with a hint of Ride...great set. Estimated temperature 99 degrees. Next up, The Cobbs, Four piece from Philly with good chops but no personality, it falls bland, the audience politely applauds but it's just not transferring well...set, decent. Estimated temperature 105 degrees, people are passing out and short people are loudly complaining and I think to myself "this pants are too tight for this fucking heat"

Finally BRMC take the stage, they've been walking and talking around with everyone but as soon as they hit the stage the place erupts...est. temperature 109 degrees. They break into "Took out a Loan" the Social turns into a chinese hot box, everyone is completely drunk (including me), there's way too much smoke (every single human at that show smokes...camels...est, temperature 110 degrees. Security opens up the SINGLE door that is the entrance to the Social and at this point the street turns into a show, people are standing outside smoking and chatting with live BRMC as the background music. The show slowly becomes a religious thing, we are all bonding over the heat and the music, sharing smokes and lighters, drinks are spilled and no one cares...how Rock...est. temperature 110 degrees and it will remain so for the next two hours. "Shuffle your feet" is collectively sung by the audience and it is official, BRMC are here to spread the gospel of rock and roll. I crack jokes about songs sounding like Dandy Warhols rip offs or BJM outtakes, the kid with the BJM shirt next to me didn't get it, we exchange dirty looks all nite.
They break into "Weapon of Choice" and all bets are off, at this point shirts come off, the volume is too loud and we are all having a great time. These guys rip into the songs like they have a bone to pick with them, so desperate and real that it almost brings me to my knees.
They went on for about 2 hours, the longest show I've seen at the social to date, playing Baby 81 completely and breaking down acoustic and harmonic for about half of "HOWL" which kids here in Orlando ate up with a giant spoon. "Ain't no easy way" tore up the place for a great way to say good bye to us all courtesy of the sheriff's department...how rock you ask????? uh huh.

After the show they stayed downtown went bar hopping exchanging beers and hangin' out, proving that rock n' roll is simply not dead it's just locked up in BRMC's basement.

A friend of mine had this to say;

"First off: Whatever you do this week, DO NOT go see Knocked Up. Why? Allow me to explain.
1. It is poorly veiled Family Values Xian propaganda. No, I'm not kidding. I was told this before I saw it, I did not believe. Now I do. Keep in mind that the next movie this team is producing is a Noah's Ark comedy. As the viewer of this modern morality play, you will be charmed not only by life lessons like "the children are more imporant than whether you like your spouse", "your baby is more important than your career, body, or happiness ", and "a woman just needs to be put in her place", but the homophobia and creepy racism should fill in the gaps the misogyny leaves open. Plus, you'll get to see endless ultrasounds pointing out beating hearts as early as eight weeks!
2. It's not even funny. Sure, they've got "40-year-old Virgin" cred. They don't have Mooj. And they don't have the funny. Except for about five minutes of mushrooms in Vegas.
3. It won't just not get you laid. It is the Anti-fuck. Add the most graphic birth scene I have ever seen outside of a biology class, and you'll want to sleep alone. In a fortified room. With a can of mace in one hand and a can of spermicide in the other."

I have to agree upon reviewing her statement, I didn't think of it when I first saw it but she is right.

smiling
spinning in circles
holding hands
the world is a blur
except when you're standing

dripping wet
completly soaked
no rubberboots
running inside of us
wants to burst out of the shell

wind in
and the smell of your hair
i hit as hard as i can
with my nose
jumping into a puddle
wearing no boots
completely soaked (dripping wet)
wearing no boots

and i get a nosebleed
but i'll always stand up again
(hopelandic)

and i get a nosebleed
but i'll always stand up again
(hopelandic)

thoughts a-plenty
words are at a cost
can't afford
seemingly cellos bicker
i grow happier
even if gray shows
out for now
maybe some other winter
perhaps
summer, possibly
mid-august
slow decay might be my view
city by the bridge
let's talk about it

May 02, 2007
12.49pm



Ok, so I'm browsing the usual sites, you know the morning routine to see who died, who is releasing a record or who hates who today and I realized there's a lot of artist and media darlings doing the whole charity thing and I'm over it! Enough.
How about not making shitty films or records, maybe avoiding the spotlight so much. When doing charitable work it should be less about you.

I know this might sound strange but I.am.over.it.



Remember when Bono sang and made pretty good records? How about when Angelina was an outcast who made rebellious movies?



How about a time before scientology? …yes kids, there was a planet before Tom Snooz and Johnny travol-crap had their beloved matching Hubbard tattoos…how cute.





Enough of this media take over! I don't want to hear about Ms. Spears eating habits, her driving skills or what Sanjaya is doing post-Idol!



There's so much more to tell the world.



We all need to wake up and look at life less thru US Weekly and Entertainment Tonight, go out and talk to your neighbors or co-workers even if you don't like them that much, bounce ideas off of them and see where it leads.


We've so much information for the betterment of our world, let's all of us stop being weak, scared and complacent.

http://www.stopglobalwarming.org/

http://www.current.tv/google

http://www.peta.org/

http://www.hybridcars.com/

http://www.climatecrisis.net/


THANK YOU.

love and respect,
G. Alamo

Everyone has ideas. Ideas are like assholes: They reek of shit.

Many years of searching and researching who I would model myself from as a composer/performer and I can honestly say, with truth on my side, Greg Dulli is a fucking genius. I know, I know, it's very simple to be caught up in the lust for a song in particular or even a record but this time it's different, this time I've done the homework and I've analyzed the angles.


The twilight singers came into my life by lust, just pure and raw lust. I was at Ibar standing by myself, minding my own biz when this blonde blue eyed girl from Boston came into focus. I must admit that type of girl is not my cup of tea, but there was something about her. I approached, we spoke, connected and got her a drink. While standing in the second floor bar overlooking the dance floor she says, "The Twilight Singers..." I agree and have no idea what the hell she is talking about. In true guy form, my brain is not exactly working to its full potential so I keep agreeing on how amazing these guys are and how much dulli understand what Im thinking and yadda yadda yadda. That night ended with me walking her to her hotel and her telling me that this was the funnest evening ever but that she had a boyfriend back in Boston that she couldn't cross. I said goodbye, kissed her hand and left with a very interesting feeling of something, not entirely sure what the hell it was but it was there. Fast forward to that night back at my place, I rush to my trusty computer and search The Twilight Singers...HOLYCRAP! Bachelorette comes on, yes, the Bjork song comes on, very interesting rendition, gospel-like...I feel totally elevated and I hadn't been surprised by music in a long time. Next up, Cigarettes...at this point, Im done. This girl had no idea what was about to happen when she blurted "...The Twilight Singers..."

Out of the ashes of The Wighs, Greg Dulli composes passionate tunes that cover every single emotion in the book. Not your usual rock singer, Dulli walks the line between good and evil. From pills, spills to waking up to a strange voice telling you what you did the night before or explaining why there's a bloodied gun in your bed. He ran from the excess of LA to the debauchery of New Orleans in the process he created a sound all his own, converting all in his path into believers.

Nothing sounds better than twilight, nothing sounds better than the truth so grab the wheel, let's go for a ride, if you're trouble, I'll follow you down.

My personal favorite; The Twilight Singers.

Andiamo
Papillon Live In Barcelona 2007
I'm Ready (radio edit)
Live With Me