MEOW!
it's the boss with the hott sauce, dj ynot, coming at ya in multi-colored B&W.
since this is our first blog transmission--i figured we'd save the facebook feed for those more apt to bitch and moan, piss and groan--an explanation: i've decided to move #sulwtnw to a format that won't get drowned in cat pics and armchair political soapboxes.
no, this is for music, music moving my soul as i peel back the layers and expose the nitty-gritty experience i understand as life. i promise to talk hard, to hide nothing, and to not be ashamed of the fallout it may cause.
after all, isn't this rock and roll?
ah, wtf happened to rock and roll?
i can barely stand the radio nowadays. i've taken solace in satellite radio--the swing to the 80s (i still like the alt. and some modern) and the BPM/electric area stations move me, but i put on the pop and it seems the DJs in my club have better mixes of the shit on there.
meh, so be it.
i'm obsolete.
how about i stand in the past and let the world fall down?
i know, i know, the best love song ever! not a song about great music going away. but the line about every thrill being gone is how i feel about pop.
alice cooper had it right all along:
so, what's going on in your lives? dj ynot wants to know. post your rawness in the comments, i'll let ya know what i think. this is public, but not facebook public. nooooo, this is the underground, and i bet other callers won't mind spending their 2 cents. look, look, look, keep the trollishness to a minimum--don't make dr. ynot call yer ass out for being a meanie poo poo butt...unless you plan on taking the same spiked bat up your neither exits by other people.
btw, who said any of us were people?
ok, ok, fair enough. here i am bragging about confessions and openness, yet i've showed not the first card.
let's see...
i had a drink in a local bar and heard a story about tending bar in the french quarter. this cat had day shifts, and his gripe was that he got off in the afternoon, began eating and drinking, and wound up partying all night long, barely having enough sleep to return to work.
fuck me, that sounds good, but i know the reality of balancing excess with responsibility.
i've been thinking about relocating to the city of my awakening, new orleans. the move would cause many complications. christ, would those cobblestones and calliopes kill me?
or would the jazz music and cajun cooking save my soul?
what's your favorite new orleans memory? leave below in the comments, answers almost always guaranteed.
i think it's time for a little dance music.
i chose this one because it changed my life. it opened my eyes and mind to so much. thanks, CRC.
when i think of how far i have come--as a person, as a musician, as a writer--it rocks me to think of how small i really am. there's so much i want to see and learn and do and know--how is one lifetime possibly enough for this clumsy flesh machine?
anyone else feel cheated?
i came to this world a seeker, a soul eager for experience and sensation and knowledge. i'm often too intense, too extreme, i know, but i want to use this forum for all of us travelers, all of us geaters with the heaters to let each other know we are not alone, that we are all spinning on this damn blue orb with the same intensity.
we are all connected.
as it gets later, and the moon sinks deeper, opposite bodies play tricks on the eyes. plastic candle juju illuminate only honest answers to the binary travelers asking. there are no complications, only ones placed in front of unstoppable trajectories.
hello world:
still, after all these years, they are on top of the digital revolution. can't wait till i get a chance to see them preform
welcome to
#SULWTNW
let's make this underground sound a dark secret.
thank you
10x10: asisaboveisbelow
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