Self Flagellating DJ-izzims

If any other idiot got on here and started gloating about how the other night he performed his first public disk jockey set and how he was nervous but still secretly confident of his ability to get the booty on the dance-floor in three minutes or less, and how he obtained this feat immediately upon laying his supple fingers on the 1200's; I'd say: this guy is a total douche. 

Material. Reduction

Ian Dury & The Blockheads. Wake Up And Make Love With Me

The Supremes. Where Did Our Love Go? 

Talking Heads. Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)

Eddie Floyd. Don't Tell Your Mama (Where You Been)

Primal Scream. Loaded

Jan & Dean. Help Me Rhonda

Arrested Development. Mr Wendal

Lyn Collins. Think (About It)

Sly & The Family Stone. Everyday People

Parliament. Flashlight

Grace Jones. Nipple To The Bottle

Young MC. Bust A Move

Boston. More Than A Feeling

Earth Wind & Fire. Let's Groove

Kurtis Blow. Do The Do

Dr Dre. Deeeze Nuuutz

Kayne West. Gold Digger

Carol Cool. Upside Down

Husker Du battles Stevie Wonder

Music and mosaic lovers among us know through bittersweet experience that you can't help getting on an artist buzz. An artist buzz is like a drug buzz; short-lived and to an extent uncontrollable - once your in the ring with the octopus there's no telling how long it'll be till the tentacle weakens its grip and you come crashing to a standing eight count. 

Take my trip to a record fair last weekend for example. I picked up a sweet copy Husker Du's final album, Warehouse Songs And Stories and immediately got a tickle in my trachea thinking how I'd be jumping all over it's four sides, then onto the earlier Candy Apple Grey and maybe later in the week, my personal fave of theirs, New Day Rising. It wasn't to be. 

At the dork-fair I also picked up the companion 45 for Stevie Wonder's Songs In The Key Of Life from 1976. It's a four-track disk called A Something's Extra and to find it in a musty RSL hall while elbowing away geriatric males in misshapen sweaters was a great thing. I didn't know it at the time, but Baby Jesus had set the musical clock to Stevie time. Needless to say, Husker Du lost out to the blind musical prodigy from Saginaw, Michigan. From the 45 I moved to the amazing Innervisions, an album whose spell I currently type under. Next up: Find my copy of Songs In The Key Of Life, and depending how that goes, track down Talking Book. 

2008 Top Ten: It's So Last Year...

Yep it's true: these Vampire Weekend squares from somewhere upper-class in America took out Plus Size Models' 2008 best album vote. The final tally was 1-0. I already know you don't agree. How could they beat the best album the Drones have made to date? Or that brutal Fuck Buttons record? How about by dressing like they're begging to be attacked and writing simple pop songs about architecture, grammar and Peter Gabriel. Who's laughing now, eh? 

02. The Drones. Havilah

03. The Breeders. Mountain Battles

04. Fuck Buttons. Street Horrsing

05. High Dependency Unit. Methamatics

06. Jay Reatard. Matador Singles 08

07. Pink Reason. Cleaning The Mirror

08. Gang Gang Dance. Saint Dymphna

09. Sic Alps. U.S. Ez

10. Eddy Current Suppression Ring. Primary Colors

Fred + Toody + Andrew

Dead Moon are rad. They make my life easier. Thanks. 

Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground

I'm listening to the second disk of the Dark Was The Night compilation put out by the Red Hot Organization. Apparently all the proceeds go to fund AID's research or some such thing. I don't think the Pope would dig it. Anyway, religious dogma at the expense of human life aside, it's a pretty good collection of songs if you like to peruse the 'indie' section of your itunes store on a regular basis. It no-doubt has some thematic thread to it (other than acquired immune deficiency syndrome), but how about exclusive musics by luminaries such as Arcade Fire, Spoon, Catpower, Yo La Tengo and 27 other leading lights to get you adding it to your cart and waiting 5-7 working days for the Pay-Pal transaction to clear. If that's not enough, and I'm guessing it isn't, it's named after what I personally believe to be one of the bestest blues songs of them all.  

Fall Out Boy = All Out Gay

Funkadelic: Down For The Upstroke