Crate digging, digging, digging, looking through records that would otherwise have disappeared into collective music memory. The crate digger, a memory preserver, honoring almost-musicians, turning up their volume. Energy doesn't die, just echoes into static. Pay your respects as you search these boneyards, this unrecognizable record, young girl smiling as she imagines a future of riches and fame, wait thats me. Identity, the physical search for artists fruitless and fruitful, is a shadow.

Crate digging of yesteryear. Today I can download sampler packs full folders of forgotten memories. Is identity now as simple as downloading a folder into my brain? So much information and access to information, so much floating in nospace of cyberspace. There, memory is stagnant and immortalized forever, no longer becoming static noise, echoing together in indistinguishable unison. What is the consequence of memory no longer becoming the collective memory of a culture and mankind, but staying individualized, discoverable if you walk down the dim alleys of the internet? What happens to the sewage that usually flows into a filtration system? It floats, it stays afloat, and its no concern of space when space is infinite. Our memory is infinite. Multiplex consciousness is an understatement when the samples can never disappear.

"Mix culture, with its emphasis on exchange and nomadism…" Wandering around aimlessly not knowing my purpose because I am always other. Settle nowhere and for nothing, the epitome of sampling, the epitome of exchange, the epitome of humanity's echoes, collective memory's shadows. But see, so is everyone, they are convinced of home while the truth is they are just as ghostly as me.

Just listened to Darkstar's new album on NPR first listen (release date is oct. 18). Check it out here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=130358916

He got a singer... don't know if I like that very much. Also his style seems more different than ever. I know he's been having hard times putting together a sound but it doesn't seem like there are other Aidy's Girls (though it made the album).

Oh well.

Check my radioshow tonight.

wobc oct. 6 2010

Set list:

dj distance - fallen
teengirl fantasy - cheaters
cooly g - weekend flu
shlohmo - birthday beat
mount kimbie - carbonated
mala - left leg out
teebs - arthur's birds
erykah badu - window seat
shigeto (samiyam remix) - and we gonna
bibio - fire ant
baths - apologetic should blades
lone - karen loves kate
dabrye - the lish
sarantis ft. warrior queen - retaliation
dam funk - mirrors
florence and the machine (xx remix) - you've got the love
motor city drum ensemble - prayer

Reality Studio

My radioshow last night went better! I'm learning more about rhythm and rewiring my brain to hear beats better. The physical effects of beats on the body... sonic warfare. riddim warefare. I'm reading DJ Spooky's book Rhythm Science now and his exploration of philosophical rhythms, the role of sampling in constructing memory and history, reminded me of Kode9. Sure enough I found an off the wall conversation between the two of them weaving in and out of culture, religion, history and so on as they discuss the implications of electronic music. Check it out.

Ill put up my set list and downloadable set later tonight (tomorrow?)

"The Subliminal Kid breaks into the Reality Studio and fights the Mob by manipulating tape loops, hoping that if the association lines holding the past and present together are ruptured, the future will leak through."

-Rhythm Science