connexion: the selector

You make me speak in tongues

Oh Vitas… you strange, alien creature from the most glorious depths of my most painful ecstasies… I want to devour every last piece of you.

P.S. You are so fucking creepy I might sleep with the lights on tonight.

Download: Vitas - Opera #2,
Buy the Album: Vitas - Vitas

When jrb and lns met jrc.

Download: Refused - New Noise / Glassjaw - Pretty Lush, Piano / A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras / Alkaline Trio - Clavicle / Tool - Prison Sex, Sober / Red House Painters - Song For a Blue Guitar / Jawbox - Savory / Engine Down - Intent To Pacify / Wicked Farleys - You, Avatar / Far - Mother Mary / Cobolt - Diminuedo
Buy the Album: For the first and probably only time in Selector history I am going to have to ask you to do your own research. I am simply too tired and drowning in nostalgia to bother. I love you, jrc. We both do. Until the end of the oceans, and to the edges of flat Earth.

Anything I say here’s gonna sound mad corny so I’m just gonna keep quiet.

Download: Alessi Bros – Seabird
Buy the Album: Alessi Bros – Our Best Of

Download: Low – Breaker
Buy the Album: Low – Drums and Guns

To skank: First, feel the beat. Get those arms swinging slightly and feel the bounce as you swing your hips. Move your weight from one foot to the other with each skank. Make sure your arms and legs coordinate (ie: If your right fist is moving forward, you should also be moving your right knee forward as you shift your weight. Then shift to the left.)

Download: Shark Wilson & the Basement Heaters – Make It Reggae, Althea & Donna – Uptown Top Ranking
Buy the Album: Various – 300% Dynaminte

And if you’re losing your high, then smoke again

Remember how you want to have babies with Mos Def?

I want you to hear this whole album.

I want you to come over, right now, and sit at my little table in my little apartment in Brooklyn and just kick it:

You, me, and Cannibal Ox.

You know, there are places in this world.. and i don’t know why.. maybe it has something to do with magnetic fields.. maybe it has something to do with an indelible mark that years and years of history have carved into the environment.. but there are places where you can almost physically feel the pulse of life. And it isn’t necessarily pleasant.

I cried the first time I saw my heart beating on a monitor in the doctor’s office. Suddenly you’re made achingly
aware of what it means to be living. You see yourself reflected in the success and failures of everyone around you.
It’s overwhelming.

Terrifying to know that you are responsible for something like life.

in honor of music to make love to your old lady by week:

oh girl.

oh god. this song is making my panties wet as i am typing this.
in case you ever forget/do not know what it’s like to have a hot, trembling
boy on top/inside of you, there’s suicide.

i’m going to have to cut this short. i have to uh.. take care of some shit.

in the meantime:

you know how.

echoing not only the extreme aggressiveness with which
i conducted myself in bed this morning, but also the
unbelievable frustration i am experiencing as i search,
desperately, for a fucking job in new york city.

for when you’re feeling small and anonymous:

Picture this: You step out of your front door on a particularly fine day and toss your Salon Selectives hair like a supermodel as you start your little stroll down the street.

The soundtrack? Bell Head, by Liquid Liquid. Before you know it, the delivery boys are tossing their packages and falling in behind you. The old man sweeping the sidewalk in front of his store skips along, twirling his broom like a baton. Guy and Gal Friday in full corporate attire look to each other with a smile, join hands and break into a twirling dance. Birds are swooping around your head. Everything is totally fucking radical.

All you gotta do now is shake it,baby.

Between 1970 and 1974, a little Chicago label called Capsoul cut a few singles and then vanished. The material that was recorded then has just recently been re-released.

I picked up the first of the Eccentric Soul series on a whim and, as happened when I did the same so many years ago with that Nick Drake record, I had the realization that the ocean is so much deeper than i’d ever imagined before.

You take the F train into the LES. You don’t bring a map because, even though you have no idea where anything is in this city, you’re determined to learn it all the hard way. You’re rockin’ the iPod. Nod your head to a little Mos Def. And then, by way of the glorious shuffle function, “Siren Wine” by The Autumns kicks in. Suddenly you’re fifteen and wishing you could star in your own version of “My So Called Life.” Dye your hair a slightly unnatural color. Nothing shocking. You’re a little sheltered. A little prep school. Your acts of rebellion consist of sporting Doc Martens and black jelly bracelets. You write really. bad. poetry. You have heartbreaking love affairs in your head. You have no idea that this is the sweetest your self-indulgent bouts of waxing mysanthropic will ever be. Once you’re over 18, no one’s charmed by your Neve Campbell bit. All you’ve got left is a bunch of songs you’ll never tell anyone you still listen to.

Honestly. I don’t know where to find this song. iTunes says it’s on Cymande: The Message. That’s all I got’s fuh ya. I will say this, however: if you want me to get down on my hands and knees and stroke your glorious package with the most sincere dedication, you’ll drop the needle on this little gem right heah.