trampolining.

like pretty much everything else I've ever attempted,
this started out as one thing, and evolved into another.
daniel of 23-yrs, wait-listed in California's central valley. makes music with a revolving (not always revolting) group of noisemakers, frequently called Troubled By Insects--this is about those sounds and noise; also, infrequently related visuals, moving images, and words...and all sorts of nonsense otherwise...web-accoutrements, et cetera, whatever, amen. for the Internet is such an interesting and magical place.
AIM: motsfaux | email | myspace | virb | twitter | last.fm |
The_Progression_of_an_Album: | Trampolining |
DOWNLOAD: | CoatTrack Records Co-Op | the CLLCT |
Other_Sites: | DCLND 2 ST. | ExtraTeeth |
Web_Projects: | MPS: The One_Frame Project | PhotoROLLS |
Nov 30
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THE DEVIN'S ADVOCATE: WHY BREAKING DAWN MUST BE MADE INTO A MOVIE

In a moment that demands to be shown on the silver screen, Edward gives Bella an emergency C-section with his fucking teeth. It’s like something out of XTro, for the love of God. It’s so horrible it’s brilliant, and this scene alone is why I remain firm in declaring that David Cronenberg must direct Breaking Dawn. This is surely his movie.

[…]The entire film of Breaking Dawn would play like the weirdest exploitation film since Doris Wishman died - brutal sex, bizarre body horror, unbelievable pedophilia.

A werewolf falling in love with a baby. This is why Thomas Edison invented this shit in the first place. So we could see a werewolf fall in love with a baby. [via]

This…. I would absolutely pay top scrilla to see. Read this.

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Visual analysis of a piece of music from a color-theory class with Vasily Kandinsky, 1930. (via feltron:bryanmckay)

Visual analysis of a piece of music from a color-theory class with Vasily Kandinsky, 1930. (via feltron:bryanmckay)

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THE TWO-HEADED BOY MIXTAPE; 2009

#12  Kelly Latimore  “Yellow-Throated Warbler”

Daniel:

Mr. Latimore is of a rare breed, a folk musician who relies on his voice more than any other instrument (of which, there are few to begin with). Vocal tracks come in double, triple, and more (think Bon Iver here), as he croons on about his bird woes. It’s hard to say whether or not the end of the track is more stunt and less storytelling sans words, but if it is what it portrays, hell, I’m impressed.

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Nov 29
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“sprinkles pimpa jorgio misses you… her middle name is chicken taco.”- Randy

“sprinkles pimpa jorgio misses you…
her middle name is chicken taco.”
- Randy

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kakakakaycee:

last night was the best fucking concert i have been to in a long time. jesse lacey blows my mind.
i also have decided that i don’t think i have the dedication to actually accomplish a 365.

This is a phenomenal photograph.You can see the little Mew angel on the pick-guard. I remember seeing that the first time I ever saw Brand New (Jesse still plays the same guitar) and feeling like I was part of this exclusive club that knew about Frengers and that also included J. L. le sigh

kakakakaycee:

last night was the best fucking concert i have been to in a long time. jesse lacey blows my mind.

i also have decided that i don’t think i have the dedication to actually accomplish a 365.

This is a phenomenal photograph.
You can see the little Mew angel on the pick-guard. I remember seeing that the first time I ever saw Brand New (Jesse still plays the same guitar) and feeling like I was part of this exclusive club that knew about Frengers and that also included J. L.
le sigh

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"We're not programs, Gerty... we're people."

I’m currently grappling with this concept of where I want to start including legitimate blog/journal post here, but I’m really unsure as to how best to implement it.

I mean, I’m aware that I write and ramble on about things from time to time, but often I find myself at work wandering about cleaning things and formulating the thesis for what I think would be a good web-essay in my head. That is to say, slightly more substantial pieces of text-based work.

But my great concern here is whether to just go ahead and throw up these multi-page musings on my dashboard (a la Rory Marinich-style), which will, in turn, explode onto your own… or whether to keep them as links which redirect to, I dunno, my defunct LiveJournal… which seems redundant anyway. I guess there is a “read more” option, a la LJ’s “cut,” but who really wants to put in the effort? Probably only the people that will end up being interested in reading these rants, anyway.

Then again, there’s the question as to whether Tumblr is the proper venue for these anticipated writings at all. I guess I feel that my Tumblr, currently, is the most wholly realized distillation of my current state of being… or, at the very least, the most accurate reflection of it.

Anyway, this is what’s been on my mind,
and in reality, this is just a forward-type post that anticipates one I have in mind that I hope to have up in the next few days, re: Emma Stone and the film Naboer and some things about European horror in general. Yeah. Should be a real blasty-blast.

Is this ridiculous?

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THE TWO-HEADED BOY MIXTAPE; 2009

#13  Fever Ray  “When I Grow Up”

Daniel:

The female half of freak-electronica act The Knife offers up the antecedent track to Afterlives’ “Ever The Optimist,” full of tension that eventually arrives… well, nowhere. But the song keeps you waiting for it, pulling you along its ever-building path, as its absurd tale lives up to the song title in full.

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Nov 28
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This was not a noise show, not what Fuck Buttons were doing, a fact made clear by the almost tribal explosions of dancing that spattered the set, but rather something else entirely, a sort of epic new pop music blasted across post-rock and across the walls and cut off at last in a split second stunned hush to the glowing red audience, who yelped riotously in appreciation and then stumbled out afterward with liquefied eardrums and pleasure furrowing their cold little brows. Not liking this band is incorrect.
— Clayton Purdom; live review of Fuck Buttons [via CMG]
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