Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Movements.
Demo(s). Deal(s)? Hopefully. No messing around. Shutting my fat mouth and letting the music come through. Having fun with it...
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Shit & Shit.
I just updated a bunch of RNR info on different sites, including this one. Felt great! Check out the external links in the right sidebar if you haven't already.
All new mixes will be posted here on the blog. The old podcast will stand as an archive. There's some hot-as-balls mixes in the archives. Check out the recently added mixes here on the blog. Good tunes.
I'm working on new tracks. Not sure what will come out of it. The latest one is super-danceable. Dancing is great! I want a decent pressing & distribution deal for some vinyl. Haven't had any vinyl out in a minute.
Some really good collaborations in the oven. I'm also eager to see what will come out of the past year's worth of musical mergers.
I've been in front of this screen for too long. Feeling pretty fried, but wanted to offer a scant dash of newer news. If I forgot something, I'll edit this post later. Or something.
Love,
Jason
All new mixes will be posted here on the blog. The old podcast will stand as an archive. There's some hot-as-balls mixes in the archives. Check out the recently added mixes here on the blog. Good tunes.
I'm working on new tracks. Not sure what will come out of it. The latest one is super-danceable. Dancing is great! I want a decent pressing & distribution deal for some vinyl. Haven't had any vinyl out in a minute.
Some really good collaborations in the oven. I'm also eager to see what will come out of the past year's worth of musical mergers.
I've been in front of this screen for too long. Feeling pretty fried, but wanted to offer a scant dash of newer news. If I forgot something, I'll edit this post later. Or something.
Love,
Jason
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
:brownstudy On Hepcat Radio (samurai.fm).
Better late than never. How many times have I said that?...
Go to samurai.fm NOW and listen!!!
Tracks:
01. Aphex Twin – Iz-Us
02. Triosk Meets Jan Jelinek – Theme From Trioskenek AKA Low Income Housing
03. Christopher Willits – Your Face Looks Like A 15th Century Turkish Carpet
04. Burial – Wounder
05. Big Now – Now Speak
06. Georgia Anne Muldrow – Birds
07. Medium Parnell – Stupid Dummy Dance
08. Roots Manuva – A Man’s Talk
09. Quite Sane – Once As Queens
10. Hidden Ghost Balloon Ship – Nineteenth Usher
11. Dirty Projectors – Thirsty And Miserable
12. Kasai Allstars – Tshita Fula Mbuloba
13. Donovan – Get Thy Bearings
14. A Tribe Called Quest – Midnight
15. Hefner – Dive Into You
16. Slave Featuring Steve Arrington- Nobody Can Be You
17. Moot Zoo – Dead Doldrums
18. Moot Zoo & Randolph – PR
Go to samurai.fm NOW and listen!!!
Tracks:
01. Aphex Twin – Iz-Us
02. Triosk Meets Jan Jelinek – Theme From Trioskenek AKA Low Income Housing
03. Christopher Willits – Your Face Looks Like A 15th Century Turkish Carpet
04. Burial – Wounder
05. Big Now – Now Speak
06. Georgia Anne Muldrow – Birds
07. Medium Parnell – Stupid Dummy Dance
08. Roots Manuva – A Man’s Talk
09. Quite Sane – Once As Queens
10. Hidden Ghost Balloon Ship – Nineteenth Usher
11. Dirty Projectors – Thirsty And Miserable
12. Kasai Allstars – Tshita Fula Mbuloba
13. Donovan – Get Thy Bearings
14. A Tribe Called Quest – Midnight
15. Hefner – Dive Into You
16. Slave Featuring Steve Arrington- Nobody Can Be You
17. Moot Zoo – Dead Doldrums
18. Moot Zoo & Randolph – PR
Friday, June 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
New Medium Parnell - Bitchslappin' Motherfuckers To Hell
Bitchslappin' Motherfuckers To Hell
Can't please nobody. Done tryin'. Gotta do my own thang. Boiling all the crabs in my bucket. Only good for the harangue and the nay-say. Motherfuck the game that they play. Had me ready to cut my neck open and bleed to death. I'd rather cut them and amplify my preferred functions. Goin' with my gut. I'm a slut for intuitive gumption. But I ain't a busto. I go for the gusto and trust no shithead tellin' me what to live for, or how to get dough. I know both what I'm capable of and how to bring it about. I sing and I shout to get my demons out. Beeyatch! You just watch. I'ma chew my way through you to get to where I'm supposed to be. I'm open and closer to the rosy destiny. The hopeless try to molest me with super-bogus telepathy. I fuck 'em up with sheer determination and will. Hungry enough to kill. And yes, I got the tools to do it. Solid yet fluid. Oblique, unique movements. Dude. I charted my own course. Goddamn your two cents. You sense resentment. Pent-up. The Medium vents it. Heaven sent? Hell no. Devilish as I love to be. Passionate and contradictory. Your favorite mystery. Potent paradox. Two birds with less than a pair of rocks. I do not comb my hair, but I love fresh underwear & socks after a hot shower. A bath on a lazier day. If an asshole puts this cat in a corner, I'm makin' him pay. Get folded and flown, with your paper airplane self. New era is here. You cannot stack the same wealth in the same way for too long. The transition is too strong. Get caught in the undertow or get to know the flow and move on.
Runaway freight train. Eighteen-wheeler with no brakes. Barreling down the dirtiest road. Flattening all you fucking fakes. How much venom does it take? How big must the balls be? I do it until my mama cries & nobody wants to call me. Lay it out like frankfurters on a Coney Island grill. Can't chill. Ill to the core. Comin' in hot like Peter Tosh. Good gosh. Not posh. It's the brash bumpkin administering the lumpin'. Where's the furnace? I'm pushin' chumps in. Let me tell you somethin'! I tried the humble & meek approach. It's bullshit. Get door-matted to death listening to fools from the pulpit. I'm feelin' evil. The tolerance is much too low now. About to blow now. Write a letter to your loved ones, because...
Can't please nobody. Done tryin'. Gotta do my own thang. Boiling all the crabs in my bucket. Only good for the harangue and the nay-say. Motherfuck the game that they play. Had me ready to cut my neck open and bleed to death. I'd rather cut them and amplify my preferred functions. Goin' with my gut. I'm a slut for intuitive gumption. But I ain't a busto. I go for the gusto and trust no shithead tellin' me what to live for, or how to get dough. I know both what I'm capable of and how to bring it about. I sing and I shout to get my demons out. Beeyatch! You just watch. I'ma chew my way through you to get to where I'm supposed to be. I'm open and closer to the rosy destiny. The hopeless try to molest me with super-bogus telepathy. I fuck 'em up with sheer determination and will. Hungry enough to kill. And yes, I got the tools to do it. Solid yet fluid. Oblique, unique movements. Dude. I charted my own course. Goddamn your two cents. You sense resentment. Pent-up. The Medium vents it. Heaven sent? Hell no. Devilish as I love to be. Passionate and contradictory. Your favorite mystery. Potent paradox. Two birds with less than a pair of rocks. I do not comb my hair, but I love fresh underwear & socks after a hot shower. A bath on a lazier day. If an asshole puts this cat in a corner, I'm makin' him pay. Get folded and flown, with your paper airplane self. New era is here. You cannot stack the same wealth in the same way for too long. The transition is too strong. Get caught in the undertow or get to know the flow and move on.
Runaway freight train. Eighteen-wheeler with no brakes. Barreling down the dirtiest road. Flattening all you fucking fakes. How much venom does it take? How big must the balls be? I do it until my mama cries & nobody wants to call me. Lay it out like frankfurters on a Coney Island grill. Can't chill. Ill to the core. Comin' in hot like Peter Tosh. Good gosh. Not posh. It's the brash bumpkin administering the lumpin'. Where's the furnace? I'm pushin' chumps in. Let me tell you somethin'! I tried the humble & meek approach. It's bullshit. Get door-matted to death listening to fools from the pulpit. I'm feelin' evil. The tolerance is much too low now. About to blow now. Write a letter to your loved ones, because...
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