Friday, October 26, 2007
I`m a Bad (Bad) Mawfuckin DJ.
This is two posts in one.
I`ve found that I`m listening to pretty much nothing but In Tune and On Time.
Liam. I need you to find me a copy of this, whether it be burned or not. I have holes in what I can find, and that needs to change. I`m missing the integral "Mashin on the Motorway" among others.
Well, I`ve quit my job as a door to door man. I won`t disclose as to why, but I will say that in my lifetime, I will never do a job quite like that again, which is why I`m happy for the experience. I did quit by the way, and I didn`t get fired. I just don`t really want to talk about why.
I`ve decided that despite the fact that I`ve been trolling YouTube for a good cross section of videos to post, that I won`t.
London is a strange city. If one were to read my personal logs, one would find that I have a lot of problems with the university aspect of this city. Jordan, Carl and Darryl were down last weekend, and while the story is sordid and a little choppy in my head due to excessive alcohol consumption, I will say that I have little to no respect for Western studentia in their full glory.
I`ve been making it a personal mission to use the library resources (which are vast) on campus, and even just sitting in their cliquey little cafes and daytime bars, I`ve found that either:
a) all of the quality, decently intelligent people that maintain the high academic standing of a school like this go into hiding or,
b) they are all engineers, whose ability to drink AND do well amazes even me. Perhaps there is a fraternity secret amongst these young men and women that is not available to the general public. Nyugen, care to share?
Honestly, I`m at a loss. Most Western girls dress like little $300/outfit clones and apparently drink only starbucks coffee and semen.
I hang out at a starbucks, and watch some of these girls try to function. I have a serious question for you guys...is Starbucks actually considered like some kind of Mecca for pseudo intellectuals? Why do people come there to discuss the application of Brechtian Theory as applied to Orhan Pamuk, or the benefits of a Communications Degree?
Seriously, call me bitter, but these people dressed up in their cute little outfits, trying desperately to fit the bill as an "indie intellectual" discuss these useless topics amongst themselves like a bunch of ass sniffing dogs.
Just sad, that`s all.
What the really dissapointing part is, is that this sort of functions as a eulogy for the dream that I had that perhaps university would offer me a solace from the ignorance of high school, and that Laurier had been a mere wrong choice for that kind of solace.
No. All universities are the same, and academic purity is a thought that while once may have been honorable, exists only in the bowels of the deep ravine of time with all the other dreams like level-headed women, something for nothing, and rock and roll.
But shit, who the hell am I? I`m just bitter, right?
PEACE.
THE BiZZLE`s Opium-erant.
Post #2 (written a week prior)
Hey,
Well, it would seem our little Blogger O`Sphere is falling apart quite briskly.
Liam`s concern has been expressed, and though I would love to see the 'sphere stay alive, I truly think it`s going to be a distant memory in but a few months.
Liam raised a good point in his post about how we write little more than travelogues and video playlists of musical interests. His hypothesis that we do little more interesting in our lives than get drunk and pass out is a sad showing of the end result of the last few years. Were we really once closer? God..what happened there?
I think we need a good showing of support for each other. Ellen, I implore you to keep writing your blog, and Jordan, Liam, Nora (if you`re out there), Ben, M-TOD, and all those other periodical bloggers, I ask that we give this one more shot, because if we don`t..it`s over, and our lives aren`t really going to intersect later on down the road as we believed they would in Carl`s basement a half decade ago.
Give it a go.
Blake.
I`ve found that I`m listening to pretty much nothing but In Tune and On Time.
Liam. I need you to find me a copy of this, whether it be burned or not. I have holes in what I can find, and that needs to change. I`m missing the integral "Mashin on the Motorway" among others.
Well, I`ve quit my job as a door to door man. I won`t disclose as to why, but I will say that in my lifetime, I will never do a job quite like that again, which is why I`m happy for the experience. I did quit by the way, and I didn`t get fired. I just don`t really want to talk about why.
I`ve decided that despite the fact that I`ve been trolling YouTube for a good cross section of videos to post, that I won`t.
London is a strange city. If one were to read my personal logs, one would find that I have a lot of problems with the university aspect of this city. Jordan, Carl and Darryl were down last weekend, and while the story is sordid and a little choppy in my head due to excessive alcohol consumption, I will say that I have little to no respect for Western studentia in their full glory.
I`ve been making it a personal mission to use the library resources (which are vast) on campus, and even just sitting in their cliquey little cafes and daytime bars, I`ve found that either:
a) all of the quality, decently intelligent people that maintain the high academic standing of a school like this go into hiding or,
b) they are all engineers, whose ability to drink AND do well amazes even me. Perhaps there is a fraternity secret amongst these young men and women that is not available to the general public. Nyugen, care to share?
Honestly, I`m at a loss. Most Western girls dress like little $300/outfit clones and apparently drink only starbucks coffee and semen.
I hang out at a starbucks, and watch some of these girls try to function. I have a serious question for you guys...is Starbucks actually considered like some kind of Mecca for pseudo intellectuals? Why do people come there to discuss the application of Brechtian Theory as applied to Orhan Pamuk, or the benefits of a Communications Degree?
Seriously, call me bitter, but these people dressed up in their cute little outfits, trying desperately to fit the bill as an "indie intellectual" discuss these useless topics amongst themselves like a bunch of ass sniffing dogs.
Just sad, that`s all.
What the really dissapointing part is, is that this sort of functions as a eulogy for the dream that I had that perhaps university would offer me a solace from the ignorance of high school, and that Laurier had been a mere wrong choice for that kind of solace.
No. All universities are the same, and academic purity is a thought that while once may have been honorable, exists only in the bowels of the deep ravine of time with all the other dreams like level-headed women, something for nothing, and rock and roll.
But shit, who the hell am I? I`m just bitter, right?
PEACE.
THE BiZZLE`s Opium-erant.
Post #2 (written a week prior)
Hey,
Well, it would seem our little Blogger O`Sphere is falling apart quite briskly.
Liam`s concern has been expressed, and though I would love to see the 'sphere stay alive, I truly think it`s going to be a distant memory in but a few months.
Liam raised a good point in his post about how we write little more than travelogues and video playlists of musical interests. His hypothesis that we do little more interesting in our lives than get drunk and pass out is a sad showing of the end result of the last few years. Were we really once closer? God..what happened there?
I think we need a good showing of support for each other. Ellen, I implore you to keep writing your blog, and Jordan, Liam, Nora (if you`re out there), Ben, M-TOD, and all those other periodical bloggers, I ask that we give this one more shot, because if we don`t..it`s over, and our lives aren`t really going to intersect later on down the road as we believed they would in Carl`s basement a half decade ago.
Give it a go.
Blake.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
This is the song that doesn`t end...it just goes on and on my friends....
So first, I pose to you this question. If you possessed turntables, would you challenge this man? That is DJ Q-Bert. He is one of the legendary Invisibl Skratch Piklz and he is amazing. You might also recognize this famous Pikl.
If you can`t tell, I`m absolutely enamoured of this whole DJ thing.
So, here goes a long winded story that will eventually lead back to this topic. Eventually.
Work took me to Toronto this weekend. It was a leader`s conference, which is basically just a bunch of high level management talking to us about how we need to improve our pitches and lives and images and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
The conference itself was a useless sack of horseshit. I didn`t have a lot of fun, but I did learn a lot.
Anyways, that`s not the point. The point is..we took Toronto turf and went out on a Team Day. Once a week my business goes around on Team Day. What that means is that you`re placed into competitive teams to see who can drop the most deals in the day while working with someone you rarely or have never worked with. Well, because offices from Whitby, Ottawa and Toronto as well as us were there, we had a larger, province-wide Team day. Now, on Team day, bonuses are usually put up. On an office level, these usually range no higher than a hundred dollars and rarely that. Because there were many high level managers there, they put up a larger bonus to the "high rolling" (most deals dropped) team. Teams are two people, and Eric from Ottawa and I took that money home.
"But Blake, how much is that? 50? 100?"
No. I took home 200 dollars in cash, plus my wage, plus my weekly bonus for deals dropped. I am god. What makes this so great is that I was up against people who have years of experience. I beat them.
So, today, we went to the Delta Chelsea on Yonge street in downtown Toronto, and I went to this boring conference. Afterwards, I realized how close I was to Ellen`s, and I called her.
I told her to meet me in the hotel bar, where I would be sipping on 7 dollar rum and cokes and waiting for her. She arrived fashionably late, and we began to chat about life and things in general.
We toured from there when I realized that I didn`t want to pay that much for shabby rums (on a sidenote, they made the best liquid cocaine I`ve ever had. It was a perfect burn, and I want to know how they did it.) and we got coffee. We continued to chit chat, and all was well, and my boss sent me a text message explaining that he needed to know where I was, and that I was to come back to the hotel.
I left with Ellen, and headed back. I found my coworkers drinking 23 dollar pitchers, and commiserating as to how much better I was than them. They informed me that they too were tired of high cost of mediocre drinking, and wanted to find another bar.
My coworker Cain noticed Ellen was there, and being a bit of a creeper and a horndog, immediately began hitting on her. Hilarity ensued.
I watched Ellen get hit on for a while, and kindly informed her to stay away from him, as he was a strange man.
We moved onward to a bar behind the Delta, and I sat beside Ellen, with Cain in quick pursuit. He hit on her more, and Ellen switched from making fun of me to defending me.
I ate two plates of the best Garlic Bread with Cheese ever and enjoyed a drink.
SO...here we see the full circle.
Ellen demonstrated that she needed help as far as her musical taste was concerned. I offered a few choice cuts for her to download and enjoy. She asked me what I was giving her, and I told her "DJ music". She commented that that was synonymous with Techno and she didn`t like Techno.
I shook my head..and moved onward.
Techno is not real DJ music. What is a DJ that can`t cut and scratch? I mean, I want talent here, not just some asshole with a beat from one hit, and the lyrics of another, and to make a mix. That`s garbage. Make music with awesome samples and scratch in awesome patterns. It`s a subtle art, and I love it.
Techno is also more danceable than Scratching. Scratching is like guitar solo songs. It`s only cool if you like the shit. But please don`t call Scratching Techno.
So, with that being said..I`ll give you more.
No one special. He has a cool mix and creates his own beats later by scratching. I hear that`s really hard to do. Scratching. Turntablism.
The Musical Equivalent of Journalismo. Techno.
Good Luck, God Speed.
THE BIZZLE and his OPERANT.
If you can`t tell, I`m absolutely enamoured of this whole DJ thing.
So, here goes a long winded story that will eventually lead back to this topic. Eventually.
Work took me to Toronto this weekend. It was a leader`s conference, which is basically just a bunch of high level management talking to us about how we need to improve our pitches and lives and images and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
The conference itself was a useless sack of horseshit. I didn`t have a lot of fun, but I did learn a lot.
Anyways, that`s not the point. The point is..we took Toronto turf and went out on a Team Day. Once a week my business goes around on Team Day. What that means is that you`re placed into competitive teams to see who can drop the most deals in the day while working with someone you rarely or have never worked with. Well, because offices from Whitby, Ottawa and Toronto as well as us were there, we had a larger, province-wide Team day. Now, on Team day, bonuses are usually put up. On an office level, these usually range no higher than a hundred dollars and rarely that. Because there were many high level managers there, they put up a larger bonus to the "high rolling" (most deals dropped) team. Teams are two people, and Eric from Ottawa and I took that money home.
"But Blake, how much is that? 50? 100?"
No. I took home 200 dollars in cash, plus my wage, plus my weekly bonus for deals dropped. I am god. What makes this so great is that I was up against people who have years of experience. I beat them.
So, today, we went to the Delta Chelsea on Yonge street in downtown Toronto, and I went to this boring conference. Afterwards, I realized how close I was to Ellen`s, and I called her.
I told her to meet me in the hotel bar, where I would be sipping on 7 dollar rum and cokes and waiting for her. She arrived fashionably late, and we began to chat about life and things in general.
We toured from there when I realized that I didn`t want to pay that much for shabby rums (on a sidenote, they made the best liquid cocaine I`ve ever had. It was a perfect burn, and I want to know how they did it.) and we got coffee. We continued to chit chat, and all was well, and my boss sent me a text message explaining that he needed to know where I was, and that I was to come back to the hotel.
I left with Ellen, and headed back. I found my coworkers drinking 23 dollar pitchers, and commiserating as to how much better I was than them. They informed me that they too were tired of high cost of mediocre drinking, and wanted to find another bar.
My coworker Cain noticed Ellen was there, and being a bit of a creeper and a horndog, immediately began hitting on her. Hilarity ensued.
I watched Ellen get hit on for a while, and kindly informed her to stay away from him, as he was a strange man.
We moved onward to a bar behind the Delta, and I sat beside Ellen, with Cain in quick pursuit. He hit on her more, and Ellen switched from making fun of me to defending me.
I ate two plates of the best Garlic Bread with Cheese ever and enjoyed a drink.
SO...here we see the full circle.
Ellen demonstrated that she needed help as far as her musical taste was concerned. I offered a few choice cuts for her to download and enjoy. She asked me what I was giving her, and I told her "DJ music". She commented that that was synonymous with Techno and she didn`t like Techno.
I shook my head..and moved onward.
Techno is not real DJ music. What is a DJ that can`t cut and scratch? I mean, I want talent here, not just some asshole with a beat from one hit, and the lyrics of another, and to make a mix. That`s garbage. Make music with awesome samples and scratch in awesome patterns. It`s a subtle art, and I love it.
Techno is also more danceable than Scratching. Scratching is like guitar solo songs. It`s only cool if you like the shit. But please don`t call Scratching Techno.
So, with that being said..I`ll give you more.
No one special. He has a cool mix and creates his own beats later by scratching. I hear that`s really hard to do. Scratching. Turntablism.
The Musical Equivalent of Journalismo. Techno.
Good Luck, God Speed.
THE BIZZLE and his OPERANT.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Oh, an additional note.
In the Kid Koala video, you can see how he turns the regular sounding trumpet into what sounds like a muted trumpet by (and this is only a postulate) turning up the treble and canning the bass on that track. I think that would give it a kind of "treble overload" sound that would vaguely resemble a muted trumpet. If I`m right, Kid Koala`s a fucking genius...if I`m wrong, he`s a clever clever man, and a fucking genius.
Just thought I`d add that.
Just thought I`d add that.
Avalanches Above, Business Continues Below.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=U8BWBn26bX0&mode=related&search
I do feel it`s important for the entirety of humanity to watch this video. Unfortunately, being radio friendly, they were forced (so unfortunately) to cut the parrot solo short.
To anyone who has seen that, I offer a more hypnotic and (in my humble opinion) better developed styling within the same vein:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=YiSFxDJQU48
With this one, you`ll find two problems:
Problem 1) The illiterate retard who posted it cannot properly spell "Trumpet", and
Problem 2) It does not begin at the beginning of the song. Apparently this listener`s knowledge of camera use or punctual footage planning is on par with his gnarly spelling abilities. When he cuts out of Kid Koala, it cuts immediately into some other DJ I`ve never heard of, as if it were some parent filming only their children in different parts of an elementary school talent show. Fucking Idiots. I`m going to jump to conclusions and assume this guy went to the wrong show, and that people exactly like him are the reason that Lil Wayne and Birdman went Platinum. Oh..never heard of that travesty? Check it out..the album`s called "Like Father like Son"..it`s a real...you know...piece of shit.
While I`m at it, I`ll also drop some more mad video knowledge on your asses.
Now, Liam, I know that you have more than likely seen and studied this video with a fervent passion, but to all those who wonder what I do with my time here in London:
Here you go.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=6JtfPJIpMP0
I live humbly only to serve those that can scratch like mad demons.
Honestly, the second I can afford it...I`m buying turntables and becoming king.
God Bless!
TbHiEzz
I do feel it`s important for the entirety of humanity to watch this video. Unfortunately, being radio friendly, they were forced (so unfortunately) to cut the parrot solo short.
To anyone who has seen that, I offer a more hypnotic and (in my humble opinion) better developed styling within the same vein:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=YiSFxDJQU48
With this one, you`ll find two problems:
Problem 1) The illiterate retard who posted it cannot properly spell "Trumpet", and
Problem 2) It does not begin at the beginning of the song. Apparently this listener`s knowledge of camera use or punctual footage planning is on par with his gnarly spelling abilities. When he cuts out of Kid Koala, it cuts immediately into some other DJ I`ve never heard of, as if it were some parent filming only their children in different parts of an elementary school talent show. Fucking Idiots. I`m going to jump to conclusions and assume this guy went to the wrong show, and that people exactly like him are the reason that Lil Wayne and Birdman went Platinum. Oh..never heard of that travesty? Check it out..the album`s called "Like Father like Son"..it`s a real...you know...piece of shit.
While I`m at it, I`ll also drop some more mad video knowledge on your asses.
Now, Liam, I know that you have more than likely seen and studied this video with a fervent passion, but to all those who wonder what I do with my time here in London:
Here you go.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=6JtfPJIpMP0
I live humbly only to serve those that can scratch like mad demons.
Honestly, the second I can afford it...I`m buying turntables and becoming king.
God Bless!
TbHiEzz
