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February 2006

Review: Coldcut’s Sound Mirrors

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I finally decided to have some discipline with myself and apply this new forced focus to the task of actually reading this month’s issue of Wired. I don’t know why reading my favourite magazine has become such a difficult task for me, because I’m always pleasantly rewarded at least once everytime I pick up a copy. However, this is neither here nor there: my point is that I found Coldcut’s Sound Mirrors in Wired this month.

Wired calls Coldcut’s members remix legends. I don’t know if it’s true, being as this is the first and only time I’ve heard of the duo. However, if all of their work is as good as Stereo Mirrors, they’ve more than earned their title. The album is like a scalpel made of ice with its chilling edge. I picked up an import copy which included a second bonus disc worth of materials that I would recommend finding on your neighbourhood pork-based tracker.

To break it on down:

  • Sounds like: Gorillaz interpretting the Prodigy as sung by Shirley Bassey with a vocorder
  • Favourite track: “Man In a Garage (Feat. John Matthius)”
  • Worst track: “Walk a Mile (Feat. Robert Owens)”
  • Overrated: “Mr. Nichols (Feat. Saul Williams)”
  • Best surprise: “Colours the Soul”

3 stars

Starting tomorrow…

A week of album reviews, musical nostalgia, artist gossip and whatever else we can pull out of our collective ass.

Shameless plug…

I’ve been busy tonight creating a brand new image and updating my personal portfolio site, Portfolio. Aside from this new piece, I’ve also added image packs sized for mobile phones. I tried to include the most common sizes but, if I overlooked your particular phone, please let me know the model and/or the resolution and I’ll add it to the collection. Click on the Mobile link in the navigation bar to check out this new feature. [edit: pulled and redirected to Portfolio]

Letting go…

I get so caught up in the way things should be. I think this is the cause of most of my ongoing frustration with the entire world. I’m aware of this fact, but very rarely do I let it deter my normal course of actions. Walking today in Bellefonte, I came to the realization that I’m actually alive at a pretty cool time for this world of ours. As the sun shone down and the birds did their tweety thing on a 60º day in February, the reality of things was rather apparent. The climate’s changing, satellites on Victorian painted ladies reveal permeating technology. New European luxe-boxes parked beside aging jacked-up F-150s illustrate a growing affluence. It’s all rather breath-taking when you think about just how much change there really is…even if the jumble of today is an aggravating reminder that it’s not tomorrow just yet.

So yeah…I took a moment to be in today. I sat on a bench. I watched the locals and the trees and thought about how it will be 21º again in a few days and all this messy life will go into a grey hiding for awhile again.

I was glad to be an observer today.

Why is it that…

…when something seems to be completely and totally obvious to you, the one person who should get it just doesn’t? How can you make it any more apparent? Is it even worth your trouble at that point?

Could this be any more cryptic?

Burnin’ down the house…

The Bush House, 1868-2006

I was completely out of it this morning. Let me stress that vehemently. I heard the fire engines when I woke up but I really didn’t think anything of it. I smelled quite a bit of smoke when I stepped outside and didn’t think anything amiss. I got to my car and puzzled over the mysterious appearance of black flecks all over his silky silver surface. Then a man with a lunch bucket approached me and said, “Sir, if you are going to State College today, you won’t be able to go past the Bush House. It’s burning to the ground!”

And it all clicked. Looking around, I realized that it looked like a small volcano had erupted all over my cute little streets.

No more kraut and Lambic at Schnitzel’s Tavern, I’m afraid. Ever again.

Apparently this is Flickr…

Sorry for all the photos, dear reader. I guess I’ve been rekindling a romance with my camera or something. Not really a romance with good photography…just the camera.

Tonight I decided that I needed to buy a frame for the little collage-type thing I made with my mom on Saturday. I made a plan to go to Michael’s right after work and I pretty much skipped out the door of the FMC at 5:00 today. So freaking excited…such a freaking dork. Anyway, I got to Klaus and made my way through traffic to 220 and then onward to the plaza of red stores (Target, Michael’s, Circuit City.) Seeing as I had to pass Target to get to my destination, I decided a little stop wouldn’t hurt…maybe I’d find a frame? 45 minutes later I emerged with no frame but $1.75 worth of the cutest tchotckes EVAH:

They are supposed to be chopstick holders, but fuck that. These fishes are on my coffee table because they are that adorable. Look at ’em for chrissakes!

So, then I went to Michael’s. Frames blow hard. All I wanted was something ceramic with a glossy cucumber glaze. No such luck. I eventually settle for wood and decided that I’d stamp it with gold Chinese lettering. The ONE stamp they had was $10.99…about $5 more than the frame. *scratches that idea* As I was giving up, I noticed some neat mosaic stickers in the exact colors that I needed. So, for $12, we have this custom frame:

I’m very proud of it…especially since it took me all of about 10 minutes to put together. What do you think?