HAMMERED IT WHEN ZOMBIES.

Today’s Agenda.
Eat? Check!
Play internet? Check!
Eat again? Double Check!
Jump with both feet into pain cave? Check!

Daily Tally? +1HTFU

First time on TT bike. LOVE!

Mathew Anderson “Wrist” from James Grindle on Vimeo.

You can purchase the E.P. here.

Chicago – Mathew Anderson's version

It has been a very long time, hasn’t it? I don’t really feel like talking right now, so please look and listen to this.

Things are good, hope all is well with you.

-m

We walked in a child’s trap, harmless, possibly annoying. This pathway that wasn’t. Carved out by the tide, it’s best and most sinister work would only be to produce a few salty and cold feet and perhaps a few angry words. Maybe it is nature at it’s most insidious laziness, using man’s foot path as it’s highway to marshes beyond. Using our destructive foot power against us.

Equality in it’s punishment.

art of the draft

Me and my partner are going to mock up racks of gear and wear the little head lamps and play songs from classic orbital live sets. It will be just like as if you were at a mid 90′s rave like Glastonbury listening to Chime for the first time. (Your choice of 1994 or 2004 versions)
The opening act would either be ‘Ardfloor, or Underwhirled. Possibly both.

6 hours of classic techno played exactly like you remember (or want to remember) it.

PROMOTERS!!! Act now and receive a free after hours party with Doc Martini performing such classics as “Unlock the House tape one side b” and “Wicked 09/15/95 last half of side a”

Upcoming Gigs: 10/10/09 Plawtin. 6 hours of classic Windsor Techno playing in Detroit REPLAYED LIVE in Seattle.

Underneath a bag of nails and crate full of wires/cables I noticed a stack of records. I pulled a couple out and saw a Lionel Ritchie and Pointer Sisters record, and thought I would comeback to it later. Maybe sample or two, Right? We swept up chicken poop, lots of dust,some old rat poop, threw out tons of garbage and hung up some divider curtains. My studio desk setup is less than ideal, but I think it will work. I/not I might need to rewire some electricity to a more acceptable outlet, but that is neither here nor there.

Between moving cans of paint and cardboard that stack of records caught my eye. I grabbed it, started peeling them apart. Wrinkled, water damaged covers.

Donna Summers – I will survive (w/accapella ), meh…

Some CeCe Peniston track with a possible hidden jem in the Steve Silk Hurley Dub… Meh

Some Motiv8 White… Meh.

But wait…. What is this Gem that has caught my attention? Glistening, something drawing me back to the cover. The cover is ripped but I can make out the words “Round Two”.

Round Two – “New Day”
Classic, amazingly sweet and a sad and lonely sound that sticks with you for weeks.

Andy Caine on vocals, and some random dudes on the 909, Jupiter 8 ect.
By random dudes, I of course mean Mark Ernestus and Moritz Von Oswald. Who?

You might know them as Rhythm and Sound, Basic Channel, Maurizio etc. The masters of that dubbed out spatial mess of noize and reverb that outlined, wrote, edited, proofread, published and fucking BURNT the book of dubby techno.

Round Two – New Day.

Rhythm & Sound w/Paul St. Hilaire Free For All
The embedding is disabled, but its a must click.

I played a similar set at Flammable last week. It was pretty good turnout wise, even remembering that it was Super Bowl that night. I got to laugh a lot with some friends and there were lots of people I hadn’t seen in months.. years even.

Nobody’s stomach exploded out of their ears while I was there, either.

Enjoy!

1. Delano Smith – Synergy
2. Nivek Tsoy – Feeling Loose – Graphic Instrumental
3. Not Boyfriend Material – Flammable -Accapella
4. Jimpster – Dangly Panther – Original Mix
5. Les Bijoux – Do It Again -Extended Mix
6. Rocco – Someday – Dub Mix
7. Jimpster -Got A Hold On Your Soul
8. Sleazy Mcqueen – Trains Over Broadway -Pezzner Mix
9. Mathew Anderson – We Hurt Each Other
10. Orbital – Chime – Shapeshifters Remix
11. Kevin Yost – Get The Horns
12. Round Two – New Day – Club Vocal Mix
13. Lisa Shaw – Music In you
14. Oriental Funk Stew – Sky High – Chuck Love Network Rework
15. Nick Waters & David Mateo Feat Nick Studer – Funky Experience

You were the first dog I ever loved, and when I realized that fact, and how much space you took up in my heart, I was so overjoyed it. I had made space for you, and that meant I was getting better, becoming well again. Proof that I was becoming less selfish.

When I first met you, I was quite annoyed at you. I was on a date, and you stood on the console between myself and the driver, looking at her. Not looking at me. It was obvious that I was being snubbed.

It took a year or two, but one day I realized that you were my dog. Or more accurately, you picked me to lead. Oh, you loved Summer (your best love) fiercely, and scrambled around when she came home and looked to her when I was busy, but you followed me everywhere.

You play a shitty game of fetch, but you were a mighty squirreler.You became a mind reader for bacon and streak, and could eat a shelf worth of books in an evening. I never though a dog could go through a pound of sugar and a case of cliff bars, soap and candy in an evening, and use the garbage a nightcap,

I admired your genius at enjoying life and its comforts. Early morning potty breaks that lasted 2 hours, and included a swim in the creek and a roll in rotten salmon.

I would crawl back to bed, and you would start at one side of the bed,rubbing you body around the edge, from my pillow down to the foot and around the corner to the head on the other side, turning and repeating until the comforter was in a pile on the floor. You had taken almost all the wet and mud off your legs, side and belly and you would look at us, sitting up, shivering and confused.

Then you would bark.

Things fell apart though at the farm though. Your people made choices and changes. You were left out in the decision making. I am sure your solutions would have been more logical than ours were. “Lets walk it out!!” “Lets play in the creek instead!!” “Why are you fighting when there is PERFECTLY GOOD steak in the pan?”

I left, moved to a place far away, and my visits shortened.

When I moved my things on that last trip you were very anxious. You would not part more than a foot from me.

You tried to get into the truck, even though it was unfamiliar to you, because you knew I was leaving in it.

The next time I saw you was a couple months later, I think. I saw your best love in the parking lot and walked over to see you two. You saw me ran up, sniffed me and then walked away, climbing into the back of your best loves car, peering out. She laughed and said “I think she is angry at you.” I sat next to you,but you moved over, and rolled up, pushing your head as far away from me as you could.

“I think she is saying ‘fuck you’ to you”

“Yes.” I said.

The next time I saw you, I was working hard between shifts or something and asked if I could sleep at the farm for an hour, and you came home. You must have smelled me because you ran straight in and BURST through the door and jumped up on the bed just frantic, like it was old times, like it was all solved and everything was in it right place. After a minute you cooled off, like “Oh.. shit, that was embarrassing, I am mad at him you know.”

I asked if I could see you again. To say goodbye and slip you a treat or two. I think it will work out. Your best love and I still have to figure our people problems out, but I am sure I will get a chance to say “Thank you” to you.

Sobbing right now.

My favorite picture of you is this one. Sitting next the the creek, just enjoying the day with me. I think it was the day I was pulling the fence out of the creek to help with the salmon run. Remember that you flushed that massive Chinook at me, like a cannon ball of endangered species and you came crashing after barking at me like I was an idiot for not grabbing it.

I am pretty sure that dogs end up in the big park in the sky, with the chew toy that never quite gives up the squeaky box in it chest, a clear creek, tall grass and rabbits and fish and goats and deer for days and days and days.