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authoritative painted 
lines provide suggestion, but 
orders are impermanent 

SONG OF THE DAY: I'll Go Crazy

I don’t listen to a ton of James Brown, because he got so played out by the hip hop samples. Then again, there’s a reason he got so played out, because the shit can be pretty great.

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hellbent on destinations 
where every unseen sign 
shown says, “maybe turn around” 

SONG OF THE DAY: Come and Get Your Love (kudzu'd)

Fell into DJing at a ladies arm wrestling event tonight, so I’ve got on my nicest tracksuit and used a cotton swab with yarrow tincture to clean my dimples out real good. Y’all should follow me in real life… it’s a fun ride.

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whenever the days feel like 
more of the same, it becomes 
time to do the opposite 

SONG OF THE DAY: Naksah al Ras .2

Hey man, fuck it, let’s go for a ride. Might’ve over-extended myself this weekend, but might not’ve too. Hard to say.

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confined by self-imposed rules… 
now and then, the best thing to 
do is smash routines apart 

SONG OF THE DAY: On and On Infinite P Remix

I was thinking about how Erykah Badu was gonna make a perfume that smelled like her cooch, and how weird it was that people thought that was so weird. She should’ve made it a cologne in my opinion. Y’all are so fuckin’ uptight.

SONG OF THE DAY: Tearz (kudzu'd)

Haven’t been writing a whole lot on here lately (though I have been on my patreon still, and in notebooks, and still doing things… I guess… it’s been a busy month without a lot of free room to idly do the things I love) but this exact slowed down version of this song came on the shuffle machine I utilize in the car when I’m driving 17,000 miles a week, and fuck if it’s not just an absolutely wonderful song slowed down. I hope you are well, if you still come to this site. Probably return to gambleraku in a couple weeks, and maybe I’ll have time/motivation for more of these unnecessary blurbs.

SONG OF THE DAY: The Creator Has A Master Plan

Pharaoh Sanders died the other week, and he was pretty amazing. This is a cover of one of his more famous songs, or at least my favorite. I don’t even know shit about the group who covered it; I just follow all these mp3 music blogs still, like it’s 2008, and one of them is a collective of DJs that release souldie mixes, and this was on one, and it rose to the top of the old iphone I use as an ipod’s play count, because I enjoyed the fuck out of it. The Pharaoh original versions on record are also great, but also recorded versions of free form songs that were played even more often live as like single snapshots of some shit that was going on constantly. It’s all very immense, and what we have to *consume* is only a tiny fraction of it all. Which of course is why this song is so beautiful in the first, and last place (alpha and omega), because ultimately we can’t control all this shit. We don’t even do a good job controlling the little tiny fraction of It All that we’ve created ourselves. You gotta let it go, and you gotta have faith, in something or another, or else you’re gonna be panicking all the damn time. Ride it out. It’ll be okay. Hopefully.

SONG OF THE DAY: I Pity The Fool

I AM WEARING OVERALLS BLASTING BOBBY BLUE BLAND TYPING IN ALL CAPS TRYING TO PRETEND IT DIDN'T GET COLD AND HEATING OIL IS TOO FUCKIN EXPENSIVE. BOBBY BLUE BLAND IS PERFECT FOR THIS TYPE OF ENVIRONMENT TO BE HONEST. SADLY AS A YOUNG WHITEBOY EVEN A RURAL WHITEBOY I DIDN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ZZ HILL AND BOBBY BLUE BLAND, BUT I'VE RECTIFIED THAT SITUATION. WHITE PEOPLE HAVE TO DO A BETTER JOB OF REDEFINING WHAT WHITE PEOPLE MEANS.

SONG OF THE DAY: Space

Bums me out that futuristic visions always have to be highly technological and flying through space and shit. Southern gothicc futurism is firmly based on the historical precedence of tri-racial isolationism, hopefully somewhere where there’s mountains and sea, definitely rivers, and that can be anywhere in space. But it also has to be somewhere, like early American swampland, seen as not having value, so all the assholes go away. Although I guess they never go all the way away.