Back to posting again after taking a hiatus to recoup. Today we have a fitting release for easing back into life’s routine after an enormous event. The new release by Energy 2000 is surfy, spacey, chill wave, relaxing and perfect for the lazy Sunday afternoon. They make great use of old NASA radio communications set to a chill wave/ surf/ space rock soundscape. Very cool, the first song Cocoa Beach ’62 starts with a stellar space rock riff that pulls the listener into the album and just gets better from there with a drifting soundscape set to background NASA transmissions from the 1962 Mercury-Atlas 6 mission launched from Cape Canaveral, Florida.
This band releases albums that I never really got until this one. I liked them, I posted about them, but I didn’t understand where they were going until this release. In a sense, this is true space rock using the actual audio of some of the first space flights with the instrumentals conveying the peaceful drifting of space. Excellent, highly recommended, 95%.
Wiki article on the Mercury Atlas 6 mission
A big problem has arisen, huge really, of people worrying about things that don’t affect them, and global communications has vastly compounded this problem. Like last year when all those goat herders in Afghanistan got butt-hurt because some jerk-off in Gainesville was burning the Koran; I am guessing most of those rioters lacked and still lack indoor plumbing… If someone is sharing a bathroom with their livestock then they don’t need to be worried about what someone half a world away is doing with their time… That mentality ensures that those people will be shitting with their goats FOREVER.
The inverse observation of this is that I have never worried that people half a world away are crapping with their goats, and I’m still OK… It’s like my dad telling me the other day that everyone should have to have a reason to own a firearm… Right after he got done shooting his revolver… In his backyard shooting range… Just before he told me that I could leave if I didn’t agree with him…
Life is short and there are plenty of things that need to be done, there is no need to go around looking for problems. In fact, those that concern themselves with with things that don’t affect them are likely the last people who should be giving out advice because they aren’t keeping themselves busy.
If someone is spending their time worrying about what other people are doing and ignoring obvious problems around them, then that person (obviously) doesn’t have anything logical to state. It’s like those moron goat herders worrying about that Jebus Nut in Gainesville; don’t worry about homeboy and go find some clay to make some pipes so that you’re not crapping with your goats tomorrow morning.
Some people need to be told everything.
For the black metal section of today’s post we have Rhinocervs and one of last years best demos; RH-14. Raw black metal from Southern California with untitled tracks and unnamed artists so that the focus is on the music. No agenda, no message, just lo-fi black metal.
And for those who are low;
My friend Cullen died yesterday morning on his motorcycle… Saw him little more than a week ago, had a good session, in fact he wouldn’t let me ride that bike because I had been drinking.
It seems like just yesterday (1998) when he “borrowed” his dad’s car (his dad was asleep) and came up to the shopping center to skate with all of us, casual as could be, even though he was fifteen and didn’t even have a learner’s permit.
Always with a smile and a quick laugh, Cullen you are missed.
Dead Meadow is an all time favorite of mine and there are many things to say about this psychedelic rock band that emerged from the indie scene of D.C. in the late 1990’s, however as I write this I recall what the 90’s were to me… I was “sponsored” by a record shop/ skate shop and life was simplistic and grand.
Not really, however this is an album that came out during what I feel was the golden era of skateboarding and music. It was a time when “skateboarders” and “punk rockers” were small, close-knit communities of badly dressed kids whose parents hoped age would mature us…
Anyway, I haven’t matured a ducking bit (obviously), and… I don’t know what else. I’m writing this on Halloween… and the screen goes black as the last inkling if sobriety left me.