U.N.K.L.E. Revival on vinyl, and it feels so nostalgic. Never a good review coming from Pitchfork for these guys. Over and over again, I’ve tried to understand why.
“Alienating some, while inviting others,” it may have read.
“Exciting their core fan base, but really annoying the rest of us,” it may have also read.
Well Burn My Shadow and Surrender Sessions 11-12 were awesome. So, fuck off. Cunt soup.
Admittedly, Pitchfork is actually pretty useful for finding new music, but it becomes increasingly obscure as the days end for this fellow. Someone somewhere is still discovering Pink Floyd, The Doors and Led Zeppelin for the first time. God bless them.
Its been a long road, there is no turning back.
There are a few of these floating around out there, but I first got the idea for a bookshelf made of pipes from a friend and fellow Renaissance Man. Rather than matching items from IKEA, or spending a lot of money for quality woodwork, he gave me the idea to use steel pipe and pine for creating a whole wall book shelf. This was to replace a multi section home entertainment center, grossly over engineered with screws, pegs, hinges and particle board. It was purposefully left behind by the previous home owners. I smashed it to a thousand pieces with a ball-pine hammer. It was easier to move that way.
A few Bing searches later (yeah, I said it..) and I had a pretty good idea of what to do next. Measure! Twice! Then? McLowes… And I was ready to spend a few hundred bucks. Several pieces of pipe needed to be hand cut and threaded, so I made sure to be one of the first people in the store that fateful Sunday morning. Not two minutes in the plumbing section, and an associate by the name of JV peaked around the aisle to assist.
“Morning. I was wondering if you could cut some pipe for me. Kind of a lot, actually…”
I handed him a list of way more shit than I really needed.
“That’s no problem. We love cutting pipe.”
After showing him a picture of a diy pipe shelf, it was clear that i had found one of the best Lowes employees in the world. For nearly two hours, I hung out with this dude while he painstakingly perfected every cut. And it was free. I would be damned for sure if the project failed. So you can imagine the hard truth it was, returning home to find that the measurements were fucked.
Not to be deterred, the shelf was completed one week later after much painting and hole drilling. Put together solo, it was assembled on the living room floor, then tipped up into place against the wall before being secured with some reclaimed hardware. There was no need to attach the shelf to the floor, as the weight of the unit itself proved enough of a stabilizer.
Attack of the kitchen lights with Saturn rings! What a massive forearm workout these Kurt Versen atomic lights turned out to be. I first discovered the design at a shop downtown, but for like $350 a fixture. The industrial nature of the lamps got me thinking that they were mass produced at one time, and therefore available for less money somewhere else. A quick search of “vintage modern lighting” on ebay, and I found a seller with 50 of the exact same fixtures for sale @ $125 a piece. The internet wins again.
Unfortunately, i wasn’t that easy. They came out of a school in New Jersey, and were sprayed some horrible off white color; some where in between shades of smoke stain and piss wash. Many times did I curse the painter’s name while sanding these babies down to the naked steel. Hours. Days. Weeks. It was a long time getting all that paint off. Worth the savings? The kitchen does look dope. The frosted bulbs project light up instead of down.
“If saying bullshit is somebody’s thing, then he says bullshit. If somebody is an ass-kicker, then that’s what he’s going to do on this trip, kick asses. He’s going to do it right out front and nobody is going to have anything to get pissed off about. He can just say, ‘I’m sorry I kicked you in the ass, but I’m not sorry I’m an ass-kicker. That’s what I do, I kick people in the ass.’ Everybody is going to be what they are, and whatever they are, there’s not going to be anything to apologize about. What we are, we’re going to wail with on this whole trip.”
~ Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. 1968.
Five well known tracks
Remixed with pulse-pounding amplified authority. Whether hoofing it through the the elements or being wedged between two semi-trailers on the southbound turnpike, this will get you there.
Not really sure what this album has to do with American Actress Lisa Bonet. Perhaps the TV inside of the Los Angeles hotel room where pre-production for this album was done got stuck on re-runs of The Cosby Show. With nothing better to do besides pound beers and rip butts, Murs, Ant & Slug focused their energy on a linear field of blue micro-dots and started writing. The results? A rejuvenation for those disaffected with the dismal current state of mainstream Hip Hop music.
Three years after DJ Krush released this magnificent self-megamix on Mo’ Wax Records, IBM put forth the intelligently designed Thinkpad X20.
It featured an Intel Pentium III 600 mhz processor with 128mb RAM, and a price tag of $2500. In 2003, a young man living in his Aunt’s garage bought one used for $600. It came pre-formatted with Windows 2000, and crashed after running the first “critical” security update. A friend told him it was like trying to remove the engine from a car while it was still running. For months, he would use this device scour the dark corners of cyber space in search of this glorious album, free of charge. He never did find it, until one day it appeared in the used bin of a basement record store. Score.