i've been protooling all these old sound files from my euro tripping days and just wanting to kick my self for having such a horrible shitty mono mic. i've got wonderful market sounds w/ jajouka flutes and all that midnight train kinda stuff, but thrrp! crrrkp..snup snup...noise is where it ought not be. weird that at the time i thought 'i can just get rid of that noise later' as if the images i was taking were three dimensional - 100% controllable. maybe a product of my digital reproduction oriented brain?

i lifted this link for funny conquest disco from ilx. today, btw, i registered - meaning that i'll be annoying folks in upcoming weeks. luckily with all the REAL critics gone at Winter and SXSW, i'll be able to win an argument for a little while.

In my ears: Patrick Wolf - i'm a sucker for the cover of the french clown looking boy with a hula hoop and a violin. ever wonder what bjork would sound like if she were a boy? this might be what happens when a good classical musician does too many psychedelics, sells his brazilwood bow for a drum machine and loops his hobo stick around pop just before going over the edge. it's affected for sure, but it still bubbles over...even if the flourishes come right out of Bach primers.