Mix: Volmax’s I
Image: Judith Slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi (c. 1612)
This was supposed to be my 19th mix, but the style and genres here have strayed so far away from my previous trance, proggy and techno mixes that I decided to start all over again with Volmax I.
I’ve been listening to some of these tracks on loop, so I decided to put it all together. Funnily, UNKLE, Jamie Woon, The xx and even Noel Gallagher was supposed to be included, but I had no space or fitting progression for it. I did have a go at it, and ended up with a 2-hour-too-long mix.
I’ll do another one for Volmax II that’ll proceed to a more guitar heavy vibe or perhaps hip hop, glitch, neo-classical, symphonic, orchestral… we’ll see where the wind will take us. At the meantime, download and thanks for listening in advance.
Tracklist:
1) Alex Clare “Damn Your Eyes (Etta James Cover)”
2) Stateless “Bloodstream”
3) Stateless “I’m On Fire (Blue Daisy Flammable Mix)”
4) Eskmo “Cloudlight”
5) EMIKA “Drop The Other”
6) The Naked and Famous “The Sun”
7) Sepalcure “Pencil Pimp”
8) SBTRKT feat. Sampha “Hold On”
9) Swarms “Flikr of ur Eyes”
10) James Blake “CMYK”
11) Lana Del Rey “Video Games (Jamie Woon Remix)”
12) Faithless “Crazy Bal Heads”
13) The Heavy “How You Like Me Now? (Joker Remix)”
14) Gorillaz feat. Daley “Doncamatic (Joker Remix)”
15) Delphic “This Momentary”
Top 10 Things to do This Week (Jan 9-15)
Skream & Benga
Zirca l $20/32 includes two drinks
Jan 13, 10pm
At a time when dubstep wasn’t Skrillex and a oh-Steve-Aoki’s-in-it-too, its stamp on the music industry was lesser-known in the late 90s under the footprint of UK bass. Skream and Benga were at the heart of that sound when it came about, going from dark to melodic and funk to jazzy. With both forming part of the trio Magnetic Man, being pigeonholed into the current mainstream craze of dubstep was inevitable. In the same vein, a mix of underground to mainstream crossover tunes and educational classics will set the sound levels for this night. Audio-visual collective Syndicate’s Kiat opens the night together with Brandon Tay on VJ duties.
Singapore Nightlife Year In Review, 2011
[inSing] The parties didn’t stop all the way to the last breath of 2011 –a year which saw some of the biggest international artists dropping by our shores, a wave of freshly appointed club residents, and a thriving bar scene with new establishments appearing faster than taxis before midnight. We take a look at the highlights of the year gone by in this Singapore nightlife special.
I Found a New Word: Procrasturbation
Almost similar to its parents - procrastination and masturbation - procrasturbation is a child of insignificance. Inheriting the y (pronounced as “why”) and x (pronounced as “xxx”) chromosomes from procrastination and masturbation respectively, procrasturbation is a hybrid of the worst found in its parents’ character traits.
Contrary to popular and ignorant beliefs, procrasturbation is not the digression or delay of one intended need to masturbate. No. Procrasturbation happens when important things are put on hold until the point of no return.
Refusing to go to the dentist when you are in extreme pain and your tooth is as good as dead, taking your time to finish that article when your editor is no longer breathing down your neck but almost eating it and considering to fire you, and not texting that girl you liked because you’ve lost your balls, and almost end up not liking her (and yourself) anymore; these are some of the effects of procrasturbation.
What I Learned About Reality From Nachos
Today I had a very challenging day. I caught a film preview and headed to this newly opened bar -each of which I am to review. It was really challenging. Life threateningly challenging. But I made it through: cue confetti.
There I was in the bus, heading home and thinking about everything and nothing at the same time when I caught a print ad about some brand of tortilla chips. The father and son looked really happy. Both smiling, about to munch on a humongous piece of tortilla chip each. When I say humongous, I meant it. It was half the size of the boy’s head. Even the packaging was huge -half the size of the boy. I was like, blah, can’t be that huge those chips.
Then it struck me that I have a bag of nachos at home. This made me significantly happy. I wasn’t even dying to have one (happiness and nachos). But both complemented each other and fell on my lap.
I was thinking about the subliminal effect the ad had on me. But I know this: how subliminal stimuli can affect viewers’ discretion. I know this, that means it didn’t get to me. I passed by ads of happy people about to have some fast food, another showed a celebrity about to gobble down an abalone, and another of a guy throwing popcorns in the air because he got some movie privileges for using a particular credit card. I didn’t even flinch on any of those. Didn’t stimulate my senses at all. But those tortilla chips… WANT!
Persist
Pixar’s inspiring letter to all the world’s creative
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Q:yo zul / would you be down to try on some of our new samples.. we asking buddies to fit as we'd rather shoot a friend / someone we know .. if you're free tomorrow & wednesday come by the office and try on some of the AW12 stuff.. let daryl know - i cldnt find u on facebook... this is chris btw
Just got your message, and the one from Daryl. Thanks for the offer bro!
I Killed My Online-Self and Have Been Living in Complete Bliss (For 2 Days…But Still)
“Where are you?” a friend asked rather worryingly over the phone. “I am home, why?” I replied and promised myself to answer with another question if he was going to ask me another question. “Are you alright?” He was anticipating a sort of a doomsday answer, so I gave him a, “Maybe?”
This is my intentionally annoying way of answering ambiguously; something I pull once in a while for fun. But he meant well. And he was seriously concerned; all because I killed my online-self.
No more Facebook -sorry, I know you guys worked hard building that new Timeline thingy… *wiggle pointing finger*
And no more Twitter -I haven’t seen the kick-ass layout, but I bet it’s great.
No more having the two social networks stapled permanently on my internet tab. No more clicking the Facebook logo for virtual self-validation through notifications and looking for my Twitter handle at @mention to feel a faux sense of self-worth.
I can’t deny the technological advantages and amazing usability the two mediums offered. I write stuff, so it is (or was) a great way to pimp my worded craftsmanship. I also can’t deny the many friends I’ve made virtually, of which 90% I have never met before.
Further into things that I can’t deny, I can’t even start to describe how much Facebook and Twitter have perpetually sucked me into a black hole of counter-productiveness filled with cat videos, cringe-a-post, shallow conversations, blurting WTFs to pictures of people with things, pictures of people at places, pictures of people with things at places, et cetera.
How to Be Awesome in a Not So Awesome World
Honestly, I do not know.
The headline is a literary device meant to lure you to read this pile of horse shit. But I bet it worked, because people always seem to struggle in this department -to be awesome in whatever they do and you know, stay the fuck there.
In the aisle of awesomeness, shoppers looking for this distinction go down that aisle to pick out their awesome suit. Sure, it must not be all awesome to some people, but to them, they are now the child of Thom Yorke, Patti Smith, Chad Baker, Marlon Brando, and perhaps Margaret Thatcher combined.
They shine so bright, they can’t even look at themselves without squinting. Have you ever self-gawk? Amazing people gawk at themselves all the time.
