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So, let me just sum this one up for you:
This is coffee. in a can. sold under the brand name “boss”. whose logo is a guy with a hitleresque mustache and a pipe…
oh, and the rainbow, let’s not forget the rainbow!
Mini Mix #8: Brown. James Brown…
A not-so-mini Mix to cap the series before it goes on a month-long hiatus (not like I have been very active on the music front recently anyway).
Since I’ll be away from my little home studio starting Friday, and busy as hell until then, there won’t be any opportunity for recording until I come back in October. Unless I end up being able to record one of my sets live somewhere, but I wouldn’t count on it too much.
This week’s mix is much longer than usual. Actually it doesn’t really fit the original “Mini Mix” guidelines… but do we care?
Click here to play in mp3 player (right click here to save)
Also, I decided to make life easier on me, you and google, by adopting a “keyword” format for each mix… Not exactly a tracklisting, but as close as I care to go at the moment. I’ll be progressively adding this to older mixes too.
Keywords: deep, funk, jazz, afro, japanese house, sax orgy, Miles Davis, James Brown, Cricco Castelli, Charles Schillings, Femi Kuti, Dajae, Misia, François K…
Japanese, parking violation！
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hi everyone please see The police has removed the motorbike which
continued increasing. It is the first in the world.(Shinjyuku)
10 Random iPod Tracks
[updated: added links to mp3 previews for each track]
Yea, I was not kidding when I said blogging rate was gonna be substantially lower for the weeks to come…
Just thought I’d come by and dust off the the place a little…
And since I do not have time to commit one of these mind-blowing pieces of apical intellectual content you have grown to expect from this blog, I have instead decided to shoot for the other extreme and stoop to an all time low in my personal blogging ethics: let me introduce our new “Playlist of the Week” feature.
Because the mere idea of joining the plebeian blogging masses by use of this all-too-common content filling artifice makes me physically ill, I have added a twist to my approach. Instead of vainly trying to slim down my rich musical tastes to a clean and ordered Top 10, I decided to make use of that crazy feature every iPod comes equipped with: Shuffle Mode!
Hence, the 10 songs listed below are randomly fetched by my iPod out of the rough 2500 it contains… which, if I may say, is quite a brilliant idea (I’m surprised I haven’t seen it anywhere else so far, but I can see it becoming a trend).
Why brilliant, you ask?
Breath Communication
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You can tell I’m bored when I start posting Engrish picked on a tube of toothpaste.
Test 日本語
これから日本語も出来る！
あった！
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Dave / デイヴ
Fanta White Strawberry
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On my way to become a full-fledged soda otaku… here is the latest trend from my local combini.
Not as yummy as Fanta Lychee though…
Pears in Japan…
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are called ‘LaFrance’.
I’m not making this up…
Reason #3653 Not to Even Try
Yet another classic illustration of why even my mildest efforts to blend in, or at least not stick out like a sore thumb waiting to be hammered in (something’s not quite working with that metaphor, but I’m not sure what) are irremediably doomed.
So, I’m in the train with a friend discussing our common love for the music of Fela Kuti and other seminal Afro-beat acts of the 70’s.
At one point, the discussion is hovering over the respective merits of Fela and his son, Femi, who has quite successfully taken where his father left and does a great job nowadays of blending classic afro-jazz with newer house beats and modern electro experimentations.
And that’s when I suddenly become aware that our car has not only fallen dead silent (Japanese hardly ever talk on the train anyway) but also that more than a few people are eyeing us sideways with strange looks on their face. The disruption in the wa is so major that even a dirty gaijin like me can feel something is fucked up.
We have been talking in Japanese, probably loud enough to be heard around the car. And, judging by the look on certain faces, we might as well have been talking about raping baby seals with hello kitty vibrators…
Today, dr Dave Teaches You: The Joys of Cooking
“You wanna get dinner tomorrow?”, I said.
“I’ll come to your place if you cook something special”, she said.
At which point, had I learnt anything from the long string of pathetic failures and painful mistakes that have made up most of my life so far, I would have said: “You really sure? what about Korean. or BBQ restaurant? I know this great yakiniku in Shinjuku… let’s go there!”
Of course that’s not what I said.
I said “OK”, and mostly hoped that the word “special” at the end of her sentence didn’t carry too much meaning and had just been thrown in for good measure…
I mean, I can cook something.
Cooking something special would be a different matter though.
It may be tempting to jump to conclusions and assume that my home hosts ten times more electronic equipment than cooking utensils and that I couldn’t fry an egg to save my life…