Terpentintollwut

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eX3r7LtwMS0

^ very good track. There's this German group called "Deichkind", quite popular around here at the moment because they totally sold out and released some downright Ibiza-Party-trash album ... but they produced some proper weird stuff back in the day, like this one (2002) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUbOqPpzo7Q

Had a WATMM-DREAM™ tonight! No idea why: I'm at a party, a swimming-pool is next door. The main party is taking place over there, but I don't feel like joining the lot in the pool yet. Sitting in front of a computer screen, I am supposed to be the judge in a fight between two forum members. Apparently, it's about some coins from ancient time, somebody's heritage. There is one user whose name I can't recall, but the ohter one's nickname is "Cal McBlack" or "Cal McDick", and he is indeed a black guy (an obvious reference to Fred McGriff, I guess, but I wasn't aware in the dream) - So Cal tells me it was him who inherited the coins from his father, who got them from his father, whose father brought them over from the old country, and so on. Yet the other one claims them for himself, for similar reasons, and apparently it's all somehow related to birch trees. So somebody posts me a text about birch trees, which is written in braille. It's rather long, all I can recall is the part where it says "Once the roots of a birch tree show up at the surface, there will be another birch tree by next month, and another one the month after that, and that pattern shall continue for the following months" - I don't get it. Some girl sends flirt-messages in between, in poor English. I'm not interested. I'm off to hit the pool-party. I join the two fighting members in the pool. One is jumping the other's back, trying to hold him under water. It's proper ridiculous. I'm outa here. Off to the bathroom, the third and final room of the party. Also the smallest. Once I set foot in that room, there's a vocie from behind the shower curtain covering the bathtub: "Come here, my boy-toy!" - Fuck that, I'm nobody's boy-toy, who is that anyway. I get it now: It's the one who sent the flirt messages earlier. Fuck her, I think, turn around and get out of there, she hasn't seen me yet and I haven't seen her. But I'm too curious, so I pull back the curtain. She's a dark-eyed girl, short black hair, she's naked, dark-ish skin color, but not the good, healthy looking type, rather grey, as if it were the result from nicotine overconsumption. There's one more thing about her: Her mouth is the mouth of a cicada. No teeth, no tongue, no lips, just several horizontal organic looking strings, strawberry colored. I conclude: Not my type. Now it's beginning to dawn on me: They set me up, there was no fight in the first place, those guys were pulling my leg, they were trying to get me to screw around with this girl in the tub. I'm not gonna fall for that. She's beginning to tell me her story, I am mildly interested. She has a Russian accent, but her voice is a lot less slimy that you'd expect it to be, coming from a cicada mouth. I don't even know how she does that. "Sooo ... you don't even listen to electronic music then?" - "Not at all" - "Then why'd you sign up for this forum?" - "Seemed like a fun place". This is dumb. I'm off. Some guy takes pictures of my dick on a swingset.

I wrote this down a month ago, can't be arsed to translate it properly, so here's a random google translate of an already diffuse dream: The meeting is at 12, just burning in the midday sun. A long, dusty road behind me. Without the sunglasses and the torn shirt, which I tied around my head, I would have been done for in the midday heat, not to mention the sandals. Walking barefoot on hot sand hills, which makes no long with. I was lucky to have self managed. Fragments. An oil pipeline. Up there is the jeep that picks me up, along with my precious cargo. There are two, one is the right one. The drivers of both vehicles look illegal. Masks, sunglasses. A gold tooth? Everything faded, dust in the nose. I have to decide quickly get out of the heat in the tiny shadow, donate the rooftop of dune buggies. No discs. I choose the vehicle - it's not a Jeep - it looks as if it had more experience. License plate taped over with handwritten A4 sheet: "Doom," with crayons. It convinced me. I climb in. We drive. It is the right vehicle, probably. Get out of this desert. You try very hard better, mister, and drive the thing properly. If the crash now ... You know that I'm the only elected because there was DOOM on it? Knowing glances. Now comes the hard part: Push the gas, rush concrete platform along, ignore the monolith, everything has to work now. End of the parking garage roof: the brakes, hood digs into the wall - I catapulted through the windshield that does not exist. Just as planned. Below me, the Arab feeder road, hundreds of meters. I remember even remember how I did at that time survived. Throw the video in time. Here, here one sees quite clearly that I was supposed to land on the road, but struck the edge of the highway. In rotation, again hundreds of meters deeper than the dusty city. I was at most 4: Young boy survives fall! Shit was all over the news. A cloth diaper as a parachute, how ridiculous that was. Surveillance camera from the office on the 1st Floor of the advertising agency has recorded exactly. I ended up on the streetlight, remember? Woman in shock. The official clock is at 06:10 am. On the first Tuesday of the month, a total of three times, starting in February. What mangy time. He will ask me questions. Why would they do it so often if it were just an ordinary witness statement? They're on to me! But I have no demonstrable motive to have killed my former school principal.

so it looks more fun when they're sitting in front of you on the bus, rocking their head left and right with every turn the bus takes like a ragdoll with zero control over their neck musculature seriously why do they always do that ...

I have this guy: He's located about 5 meters from where I am sitting right now. Got him for 21 EUR off ebay last year. edit: The thing he's chewing on is "The Cadaver" and was built by my friend as a prop for a 2006 horror film of ours.

Nice to see Aceyalone has been posted. I love that Guidelines-track. The whole Book of Human Language is brilliant. Very well composed album and very consistent as a whole rather than just a compilation of tracks.

I wrote this one down already, but it's in German. I couldn't be bothered to translate it myself so I put it into google auto translate and the result is quite funny: Anja and I are on the fence of my neighbors with a small child. The fence, however, is the dream of green and a sort of chain-link fence, steel fence does not like the real thing. The dogs come over and I notice that the dark dog missing two thirds of his fur, the white has left the bare face and ignited. I say to the owners beware: These are mites. Then: I'm with the school on a study tour in Thailand or something. We live in temple city its kind, under the open sky. Is not there everywhere are decorated with white walls, but the style of Thailand, I thought after waking up (although I'm not even look like the style of Thailan and I just googled for "White Temple Wall" and the picture in which I thought, looked as SO WAS from Thailand ... OO) This temple town do not like it because it is so restrictive. Außenrum are just eternally long motorway bridges and so cloud-shrouded plateau where you will not walk away. Eventually started my "project": I have a film premiere there, as I think back then, and for this I thought I was special - it takes place under water. Since a square pool in the soil, so 4x4 meter. The water is kept exactly to the top and spills over, as soon as you move around in the water. In the pool in it a kind of projection is on the people sit you. There is no breathing equipment and anything to keep all the air but also seems to be no problem. Maddin projector is behind us, and projected the film (which was kind of what the quality of like Beverly Hills Cop on TV last night). Except me, nobody worried about all the animals that were in the pool. This pool was no swimming pool but that is just an excerpt of the sea. Everywhere, there were algae and corals grown over it and there were all sorts of marine life in the basin. The pool was much deeper than 4 meters, you could not see the reason above us was a parrot fish, but I knew that somewhere there is a large squid while (about 2 meters) - but it was not dangerous. Were dangerous to the puffers and lionfish. And as the red lionfish has eventually spread as a funny reddish substance in the water, I am with two others fled out of the pool, the rest have looked further. Outside, I cried, "STILL NOT BREATHE!" and she moved away to a safe area because the whole temple was overgrown with coral-like organic crops, from which came yellow spores or sulfur fumes. My upper bathroom is there in Thailand. Anja sit in there, a few other people (Felix "Hello Hello" Beckman? And Malta from Madrid trip?) And my mother. Anja has a small speaker off the train and play their own music. It's like murder, but it's not rape and murder. The conversation is mainly about the lunar eclipse that takes place just outside the window - all are excited whisper reverently. I wait until all are gone except for Anya and my mother, and then say to my mother: "But you know already, that Yuri Gagarin's dead?" - "Of course I know" Then I'm back in the "courtyard" of the temple. The organic crops are not there anymore, it's daylight again, and the whole yard is a swimming pool has become. Without marine vegetation, he has been simply flooded with blue chlorinated water. Swimming is the normal mode of transportation there at that time of day. Almost all have air mattresses. Then a girl comes over to Ner mattress that looks familiar, but then I do see the other half of her face and it's like the dogs, red inflamed skin. The water is drained off and suddenly you fall to the ground. What remains are those "Gewölle" from each of 3-4 wet wasps / bees, the balls are rotating around itself by the last puddle of water chlorine. People step on them barefoot and being stung in the soles (childhood memories of mine that I sometimes happen) - I say to a Thai: "You yourself better watch: Four, five wasps and bumblebees tangled up all together like that, that's called a Beeking! " - I'm the only shoes on so I will not get bitten and think: "Yes, shoes are actually the greatest invention of mankind"

It was a good film alright ... didn't get the ending tbh.

I just discovered this guy, he's pretty good: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXdggEC6k0c

Time to reveal: BEFORE: AFTER: [youtubehd]LHECJ0_vixs[/youtubehd]

Shiiiiiiiiit I didn't notice and thought "why does he post the same picture again". I just realized it now, 20 minutes after I first opened the page

How's it goin' huzur - posting fucked up quality shit as always? This isn't a strange picture but it is very disturbing once you find out who the girl is and what she looks like today.

lol @ gf's always liking only SOME tracks by whatever great musician you try to introduce them to ... a sad lol.

Well I'm guessing he must have tweaked the samples quite a bit too, I'd be very surprised if the VHS audio-"layer" was capable of producing such clear and clean recordings.

I wouldn't know how to express this in proper technical terms but I feel the album is "mastered" perfectly well (I own the CD, not the Vinyl) Some of the sounds push the limits a little, frequency-wise, and many of the beats are harsh and sharp but never painful to my ears. The whole thing has a great kick and sounds clear as anything, yet still 80's. It couldn't have been EQ'd any better imo.

I was just looking for a youtube vid containing the audio, I didn't know there was a video for this track. It's probably the strangest video I've seen in a while. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrsj653088E

These aren't even related to the rapping chick on Guinesses but they're quite good and both tracks deserve being mentioned: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6teXRd3ckN0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-FMZ0iZ8lQ (surely Blockhead's production is the selling point though)

Just picked up some food from Burger King - You know when they forget the fries or something? Well guess what they forgot today: THE MEAT ON THE BURGER! I got a whopper bun with tomato, salad, sauce and everything but no patty. What the FUCK?

I used to hate it cause I only knew the shit that's shit enough to make it over to German media (and the sad, local human beings who try to emulate a subculture that doesn't exist here). Then I got introduced to stuff like this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJ1gqga9kds and I realized the genre has to offer great things. I just bought a used copy of Doom's Special Herbs Boxset for around 30 euro. Love the guy (obviously)

Tells something about the album doesn't it: It's either really really good or so offensively shit that it needs constant reprocessing.

I think I can imagine the type of dream this album gives you. I should give it a try.