Dirty Beaches – Stateless

                Dirty Beaches is consistently good, one of those nice groups that always puts in the effort. From such depths and murk come the hallowed tones of Dirty Beaches. With Stateless the newest addition into the Dirty Beaches discography there is a focus on instrumental. Alex Zhang Hungtai’s voice will be sorely missed on the newest record. A large part of Dirty Beaches comes from the voice however muffled it might be. His delivery is smooth cool stuff that matches perfectly with the grimy atmospheres he creates as he begins to reveal the beauty between them. 

                Stateless honestly might work best as an instrumental album. Judging from a teaser trailer it appears to be a relatively subdued affair. Kept pristine clean it is a bit different from his other work yet within that same vein. He keeps the arrangements pretty damn engaging which is good as he explores new sounds and textures. Almost classical in tone with this one it is in sync with many other Dirty Beaches songs, the quiet ones after the driving rhythms have simply run their course leaving behind the empty wilderness. 

                Can music even have a state? Dirty Beaches explores a lot of the world’s sound while remaining above it all to a large degree. Elements of Suicide’s cool sound definitely are a key influence and factor in a lot of the Dirty Beaches sound, but are their others? Is it something greater than the sum of its influences? For now that seems to be the case, and with Stateless, maybe Dirty Beaches can finally go beyond the aural world he’s created for himself. Perhaps with the new Dirty Beaches album Dirty Beaches can finally clean up those beaches.

I HATE VOLLEYBALL (2014) by Steve Roggenbuck

                Steve Roggenbuck does not advise people to go on dates he suggests they eat dates. What a twisted mother that Steve Roggenbuck. Turns out dates are a food that is delicious and nutritious. If you are eating dates you are doing great (s). Aw yeah the dates lifestyle is a good one. Unlike pomegranates, who have stolen various vital organs of mine, dates are sweet tender food that enjoys being consumed for they live to die. Most foods typically enjoy being consumed by human beings, plants especially since plants are all about that procreation. How that works typically is a plant gets eaten, consumed, defecated and then has its seed grow up elsewhere. Since the plant was worried about the quality of schools nearby this helps the plant out a whole bunch. 

                 Out of seemingly somewhere Steve Roggenbuck warns the viewer about seeing him on his nice side. This is true. When Steve Roggenbuck gets nice it is extraordinary. One time whilst Steve Roggenbuck and I were driving across the fine Russian countryside he noticed a family of ducks in trouble. Steve Roggenbuck begged of me to pull the car over. I told him we’d be late for the reading in Smolensk. Steve Roggenbuck said “Damn Smolensk sloth, there’s baby ducks in trouble!” Together Steve Roggenbuck and I saved over 800 members of that duck family. That was back in 2012 when Alt Lit went international. To this day we each receive a crappy e-card from that duck family. One of the ducks is currently attending SUNY Albany and is majoring in art history. 

                Art is Steve Roggenbuck’s life. He is always trying to improve his art. If Steve Roggenbuck could light his own piss on fire he would be the world’s greatest living artist. Determining how to light one’s piss on fire is not an easy decision. Once somebody lights their own piss on fire there is no turning back. They have to live with that piss-fire-lighting decision for their entire lives. Hopefully if Steve Roggenbuck goes down the piss-fire-lighting road his road will not be dark, but rather illuminated by the glow of his flaming piss. 

                The shout out to lawns feels appropriate after such soul-searching brought on by the need, no want, to set his piss on fire. Lawns of America are beautiful green things. Back in the olden day people did not have lawns but rather piles of dirt they’d sweep to the front of their house. On weekends home owners would compare the piles of dirt to determine who won. Losers of the dirt pile contest found their homes pelted with smelly farts. People would simply fart into their hands, grab that smell tight, and throw it. America in the 1950s was pretty dismal but fortunately the rest of the world was way worse so the competition was pretty low. 

                America needs to get ready for Steve Roggenbuck because he is ready for love and that means one thing: a virtual hug.

Ghosts by Moon Temple


                Ghosts are real. Magic that is not real. Everything else feels real but may or may not be real. From there things get considerably more difficult. Reality is a hell of a hell sometimes. Childhood gets challenging. Young things have not yet learned the concept of cruelty and what is means so they engage in it. They dunk each other underwater despite the lifeguard’s pleas. The phrase ‘no horseplay’ never figured into the lives of children. 

                Adulthood brings emptiness a lot of the time. Work does that to people wastes their time. There they will be leaning back waiting for the day to simply end. Repetitive tasks go on for hours no matter what the position entails. People management, time management, production of a something these are things that occur during a day. A workplace needs this level of discipline. Without it the workplace would be a meditative experience. Many individuals long to reach that pinnacle when they can work and play simultaneously, to achieve true work enlightenment, and to truly love what they do. 

                Loneliness is city life. Millions of people all of them unknown a person encounters them with every commute. A party full of unfamiliar faces is a stressful situation. By simply standing in the corner there is the possibility of shrinking into the corner to escape into absolute nothingness. People do it all the time falling into the background of life. Labeled wallpaper people they are all over the streets of any major town. Unable to attract attention to or from themselves they simply are. Nobody bothers them. Alone by their own devices (sometimes literal actual devices) they find themselves in seas of people just as confused disorientated and unknown as themselves. 

                The words lose all meaning when they are said enough. Words can become bookmarks to deeper feelings. People say things to make themselves feel better like “good way I consoled myself about their loss” and “I’m proud of the way I congratulated them on their good fortune”. Rarely does the recipient of these empty words get anything out of it. Instead they simply stand on the edge wondering if they are ever going to get a deeply felt emotion.   
 
                Days off from work are empty things. Without routine people can collapse. They watch Netflix all weekend long. Various newsfeeds from their favorite websites come up further evidence that they are curators to their own realities.

Ghosts by Moon Temple

                Ghosts are real. Magic that is not real. Everything else feels real but may or may not be real. From there things get considerably more difficult. Reality is a hell of a hell sometimes. Childhood gets challenging. Young things have not yet learned the concept of cruelty and what is means so they engage in it. They dunk each other underwater despite the lifeguard’s pleas. The phrase ‘no horseplay’ never figured into the lives of children. 

                Adulthood brings emptiness a lot of the time. Work does that to people wastes their time. There they will be leaning back waiting for the day to simply end. Repetitive tasks go on for hours no matter what the position entails. People management, time management, production of a something these are things that occur during a day. A workplace needs this level of discipline. Without it the workplace would be a meditative experience. Many individuals long to reach that pinnacle when they can work and play simultaneously, to achieve true work enlightenment, and to truly love what they do. 

                Loneliness is city life. Millions of people all of them unknown a person encounters them with every commute. A party full of unfamiliar faces is a stressful situation. By simply standing in the corner there is the possibility of shrinking into the corner to escape into absolute nothingness. People do it all the time falling into the background of life. Labeled wallpaper people they are all over the streets of any major town. Unable to attract attention to or from themselves they simply are. Nobody bothers them. Alone by their own devices (sometimes literal actual devices) they find themselves in seas of people just as confused disorientated and unknown as themselves. 

                The words lose all meaning when they are said enough. Words can become bookmarks to deeper feelings. People say things to make themselves feel better like “good way I consoled myself about their loss” and “I’m proud of the way I congratulated them on their good fortune”. Rarely does the recipient of these empty words get anything out of it. Instead they simply stand on the edge wondering if they are ever going to get a deeply felt emotion.   

 

                Days off from work are empty things. Without routine people can collapse. They watch Netflix all weekend long. Various newsfeeds from their favorite websites come up further evidence that they are curators to their own realities.

GODECORE by Jos Charles


                Jos Charles creates beautiful pieces of art. With GODECORE Jos Charles takes it to the next level by descending downwards. The cellar door sounds beautiful hence why Jos Charles keeps the dampness down there. With the dampness Jos Charles is able to store many fine bottles of wine. Environmentally sound it prevents Jos Charles from having to pay too much to build a separate ground-level room specifically for wine. 

                Down the stairs Jos Charles descends into sadness. People descend into madness but in reality they are lifted up by the troubles of the world, not brought down. With enough troubles people can see the world from on high and realize they are not alone. That level of enlightenment is a difficult one and only a select few make it. As the other side of the coin sadness is a thing that keeps people down. Heavy and hard to lift sadness can linger for a long time until one day. On that one day the sky is a perfect blue, the problems that created the sadness are still there, yet it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. 

                Echoes scream themselves online. Jos Charles hears them. Everyone does. Online everything is about repetition. Hence there are built-in functions to share, to re-blog, to re-tweet, to show a level of respect for the originator. This work is a bit startlingly. Considering the level of ambition the Internet once had it has become gated communities with passwords and profiles necessary in order to successfully see the world through filters. 

                The humidifier needs a filter. Jos Charles, being the ever-helpful sport, changes the filter he bought on sale at a local Costco. Other inhabitants of said building appreciate Jos Charles’s efforts to keep the building fresh. One of them let Jos Charles have half a Kombucha for the trouble, another building inhabitant let Jos Charles have a slice of pizza they got. While the slice of pizza was cold by the time Jos Charles got it, the thought counted for a lot, roughly $1.75 at a local pizzeria.  
 
                Underneath the building a tree grows. Trees usually grow in Brooklyn. Probably having a tree growing in the basements helps keep the rent at a reasonable amount. A tree going on fire does seem problematic though it could reduce the amount of structural damage the tree would potentially create. Strangely in the tree is the second coming of the Lord. Good thing the creator of the universe was able to upgrade from a bush to a tree, it only took a couple thousand years and a number of long tedious customer service phones. But it was worth it.

GODECORE by Jos Charles

                Jos Charles creates beautiful pieces of art. With GODECORE Jos Charles takes it to the next level by descending downwards. The cellar door sounds beautiful hence why Jos Charles keeps the dampness down there. With the dampness Jos Charles is able to store many fine bottles of wine. Environmentally sound it prevents Jos Charles from having to pay too much to build a separate ground-level room specifically for wine. 

                Down the stairs Jos Charles descends into sadness. People descend into madness but in reality they are lifted up by the troubles of the world, not brought down. With enough troubles people can see the world from on high and realize they are not alone. That level of enlightenment is a difficult one and only a select few make it. As the other side of the coin sadness is a thing that keeps people down. Heavy and hard to lift sadness can linger for a long time until one day. On that one day the sky is a perfect blue, the problems that created the sadness are still there, yet it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. 

                Echoes scream themselves online. Jos Charles hears them. Everyone does. Online everything is about repetition. Hence there are built-in functions to share, to re-blog, to re-tweet, to show a level of respect for the originator. This work is a bit startlingly. Considering the level of ambition the Internet once had it has become gated communities with passwords and profiles necessary in order to successfully see the world through filters. 

                The humidifier needs a filter. Jos Charles, being the ever-helpful sport, changes the filter he bought on sale at a local Costco. Other inhabitants of said building appreciate Jos Charles’s efforts to keep the building fresh. One of them let Jos Charles have half a Kombucha for the trouble, another building inhabitant let Jos Charles have a slice of pizza they got. While the slice of pizza was cold by the time Jos Charles got it, the thought counted for a lot, roughly $1.75 at a local pizzeria.  

 

                Underneath the building a tree grows. Trees usually grow in Brooklyn. Probably having a tree growing in the basements helps keep the rent at a reasonable amount. A tree going on fire does seem problematic though it could reduce the amount of structural damage the tree would potentially create. Strangely in the tree is the second coming of the Lord. Good thing the creator of the universe was able to upgrade from a bush to a tree, it only took a couple thousand years and a number of long tedious customer service phones. But it was worth it.

Beach Sloth Turns Four Years Old

                Beach Sloth turns four years old on July 27th, 2014. What an accomplishment an entire presidential term. Beach Sloth has helped lead people from the Obama administration to the Obama administration. Quite an accomplishment and Beach Sloth could not have done it alone. Thousands of views from all continents have tuned in to see the sweet word jams that Beach Sloth employs by the hundreds. 

                What can Beach Sloth do differently this fourth year? There are a handful of blogs that manage to go on this long. Usually blogs rarely last a year yet this one, this peculiar one has gone where no other blog has gone before, besides those other ones. Beach Sloth had blogs before this blog, worse ones, and music ones on Xanga. Unfortunately nobody ever read Xanga and now Xanga is gone? I think. I really do not have the energy or the inclination to check if that is accurate. Somebody else can let me know if Xanga exists still. 

                This fourth year, how can I make it better? A number of people have really stepped up their support for me. I appreciate it more than words can describe. Seeing the outpouring warms my sloth heart. Lots of people from all across the world send me such nice things. 2013 and 2014 have both been incredibly busy years. As a result I have not had as quick turnaround time as I once had. Maybe 2015 will see a more settled down sloth with a number of wonderful things going on. 

                My kids, my wonderful sloth kids, continue to be bad with social media. After four years of letting them try to blog, to tweet, I am at my wit’s end. What’s worse is I need those wits in order to effectively blog for you. At this point only one child has managed to blog effectively and that’s because she blogs about cardboard boxes. She is the best of the bunch as she has found a bizarre niche and sort of driven it into the ground. I am proud of her and sometimes I even let her go outside and play after she’s finished her blogging work. 

                Yes I am excited for this fourth year. How can I make it better? What do you think I should do differently to make this year the best year for Beach Sloth ever? Let me know. Send me an e-card (actually not kidding, I love these silly things) to beachsloths@gmail.com. That would be rad. Or if you want to paypal me money, you can to: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com. You can also wish me well. Really however you choose to celebrate my birthday is cool with me. 

                I know how I am going to spend my birthday. I am going to sleep.

Beach Sloth Turns Four Years Old

                Beach Sloth turns four years old on July 27th, 2014. What an accomplishment an entire presidential term. Beach Sloth has helped lead people from the Obama administration to the Obama administration. Quite an accomplishment and Beach Sloth could not have done it alone. Thousands of views from all continents have tuned in to see the sweet word jams that Beach Sloth employs by the hundreds. 

                What can Beach Sloth do differently this fourth year? There are a handful of blogs that manage to go on this long. Usually blogs rarely last a year yet this one, this peculiar one has gone where no other blog has gone before, besides those other ones. Beach Sloth had blogs before this blog, worse ones, and music ones on Xanga. Unfortunately nobody ever read Xanga and now Xanga is gone? I think. I really do not have the energy or the inclination to check if that is accurate. Somebody else can let me know if Xanga exists still. 

                This fourth year, how can I make it better? A number of people have really stepped up their support for me. I appreciate it more than words can describe. Seeing the outpouring warms my sloth heart. Lots of people from all across the world send me such nice things. 2013 and 2014 have both been incredibly busy years. As a result I have not had as quick turnaround time as I once had. Maybe 2015 will see a more settled down sloth with a number of wonderful things going on. 

                My kids, my wonderful sloth kids, continue to be bad with social media. After four years of letting them try to blog, to tweet, I am at my wit’s end. What’s worse is I need those wits in order to effectively blog for you. At this point only one child has managed to blog effectively and that’s because she blogs about cardboard boxes. She is the best of the bunch as she has found a bizarre niche and sort of driven it into the ground. I am proud of her and sometimes I even let her go outside and play after she’s finished her blogging work. 

                Yes I am excited for this fourth year. How can I make it better? What do you think I should do differently to make this year the best year for Beach Sloth ever? Let me know. Send me an e-card (actually not kidding, I love these silly things) to beachsloths@gmail.com. That would be rad. Or if you want to paypal me money, you can to: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com. You can also wish me well. Really however you choose to celebrate my birthday is cool with me. 

                I know how I am going to spend my birthday. I am going to sleep.

Flying Lotus – You’re Dead!

                Flying Lotus is cooler than you. Sure he might not know anything about you but it is a certainty. His stock has been flying high for years. With each release he gets closer to a level of perfection rarely attained by producers. Long ago his peers gave up content for middling status. Prefuse 73 calls Flying Lotus all the time. There are more important things than calling back Prefuse 73 when you’re Flying Lotus. Already Flying Lotus is responsible for roughly 80% of all Adult Swim bumps. Now with his move into Goth territory he’s capitalizing on the hottest Goth craze sweeping the nation (via the economic depression). 

                What can “You’re Dead!” do differently? Probably nothing and that is a wonderful thing. At this point Flying Lotus has become a critical darling. Every time Flying Lotus releases an album he gets gift baskets from music reviewers thanking him for putting out something worth reviewing. Flying Lotus changes the template ever so slightly with each additional release. Mixtures of everything come into play on a Flying Lotus record, but fun is the biggest attraction. 

                A lot of artists believe that to be a great artist they need to sound tortured all the time. This thought reached its absolute peak with the early to mid-aughts via the EMO craze. EMO exhausted itself and became dubstep since everybody was sick of feeling bad. Flying Lotus moves beyond these mere genres though to create something new. Every Flying Lotus track sounds quite frankly, stunning, like Flying Lotus enjoyed putting it together piece by painstaking piece.

                Can Flying Lotus continue his rich legacy of bringing the jams? Considering the consistency of his output it is likely that he will. That is a very good thing indeed.     

SBTRKT - Wonder Where We Land


                SBTRKT is yet another one of those bands I know nothing about. I know a few years ago (2011) SBTRKT released something a bunch of people were into, it got an 8.1 on Pitchfork so it was good but not great. Judging by the way Pitchfork works SBTRKT’s “Wonder Where We Land” may or may not be slated for a “Best New Music” where Pitchfork says “Hey remember how we were into but not quite obsessed with their last album. Well this one they did it right.” Pitchfork does that a lot and with a particularly nice guest list on “Wonder Where We Land” SBTRKT has a good chance to be in the running for a critically lauded album. 

                Can SBTRKT do it? Apparently they vibe hard to a kind of dance-thing going on with all of their album covers following roughly the same template: random mask on the cover. This time it seems SBTRKT gave up on that opting for a status-type thing held by a hand. Changing up the formula may work wonders for young SBTRKT. Lots of critics appreciate a good album cover since they are lazy and can usually kill a paragraph or two by talking about the album cover. Yes they’ll talk about a redirection in sound, or how SBTRKT has kept true to their aesthetic while improving. 

                Any of these things is possible. SBTRKT already recruited a few guests to make the critics go wild. Erza Koenig is usually a good way to do that as everybody and their mother enjoys the sweet New York sounds of Vampire Weekend. Besides this SBTRKT includes tasteful indie singers like Caroline Polachek of Chairlift, though at this point her career is doing awesome and her stuff has been lauded as well. So in case SBTRKT actually releases a bunch of crummy tracks he can at least hide behind the contributions of his guests. Guests are the best way to prepare any album: with guests one can hide behind their talent.  
 
 
01 Day 102 Wonder Where We Land (feat. Sampha)03 Lantern04 Higher (feat. Raury)05 Day 506 Look Away (feat. Caroline Polachek)07 Osea (feat. Koreless)08 Temporary View (feat. Sampha)09 NEW DORP. NEW YORK (feat Ezra Koenig)10 Everybody Knows11 Problem (Solved) (feat. Jessie Ware)12 If It Happens (feat. Sampha)13 Gon Stay (feat. Sampha)14 The Light (feat. Denai Moore)15 Voices In My Head (feat. A$AP Ferg)

SBTRKT - Wonder Where We Land

                SBTRKT is yet another one of those bands I know nothing about. I know a few years ago (2011) SBTRKT released something a bunch of people were into, it got an 8.1 on Pitchfork so it was good but not great. Judging by the way Pitchfork works SBTRKT’s “Wonder Where We Land” may or may not be slated for a “Best New Music” where Pitchfork says “Hey remember how we were into but not quite obsessed with their last album. Well this one they did it right.” Pitchfork does that a lot and with a particularly nice guest list on “Wonder Where We Land” SBTRKT has a good chance to be in the running for a critically lauded album. 

                Can SBTRKT do it? Apparently they vibe hard to a kind of dance-thing going on with all of their album covers following roughly the same template: random mask on the cover. This time it seems SBTRKT gave up on that opting for a status-type thing held by a hand. Changing up the formula may work wonders for young SBTRKT. Lots of critics appreciate a good album cover since they are lazy and can usually kill a paragraph or two by talking about the album cover. Yes they’ll talk about a redirection in sound, or how SBTRKT has kept true to their aesthetic while improving. 

                Any of these things is possible. SBTRKT already recruited a few guests to make the critics go wild. Erza Koenig is usually a good way to do that as everybody and their mother enjoys the sweet New York sounds of Vampire Weekend. Besides this SBTRKT includes tasteful indie singers like Caroline Polachek of Chairlift, though at this point her career is doing awesome and her stuff has been lauded as well. So in case SBTRKT actually releases a bunch of crummy tracks he can at least hide behind the contributions of his guests. Guests are the best way to prepare any album: with guests one can hide behind their talent.  

 

 

01 Day 1
02 Wonder Where We Land (feat. Sampha)
03 Lantern
04 Higher (feat. Raury)
05 Day 5
06 Look Away (feat. Caroline Polachek)
07 Osea (feat. Koreless)
08 Temporary View (feat. Sampha)
09 NEW DORP. NEW YORK (feat Ezra Koenig)
10 Everybody Knows
11 Problem (Solved) (feat. Jessie Ware)
12 If It Happens (feat. Sampha)
13 Gon Stay (feat. Sampha)
14 The Light (feat. Denai Moore)
15 Voices In My Head (feat. A$AP Ferg)

Sarah Silverman - We Are Miracles

                Sarah Silverman has finally decided to do it: she plans to release a follow-up to her 2010 album. Is this going to be the album that changes the world? The answer is maybe. For a while Sarah Silverman has been doing her thing, having her own show, appearing on Bill Maher’s show a lot, and overall just being Sarah Silverman. 

                Her upcoming record on Sub Pop follows a strong tradition of other comedians ending up on Sub Pop. For whatever reason Sub Pop enjoys releasing comedians’ standup album on their label, maybe it has to do with the state of the world and maybe it is because there is always a market for comedians. Nobody really knows. It just so happens that once in a fortnight another comedian makes it onto Sub Pop no matter how big or how small. Compared to many of the other comedians that have appeared on Sub Pop, Sarah Silverman is what is known as a ‘get’, probably. 

                Does Sarah Silverman have what it takes to make her album a best-seller? It seems possible as plenty of other comedians have found refuge in record form. Honestly it would be pretty cool if accompanying Sarah Silverman’s standup there was a remix disc that was her standup but remixed by the hottest dubstep artists in the world including James Blake, Skrillex, other dubstep artists. That will not happen but it is good to dream. 

                Additionally Sarah Silverman is releasing her album via the vinyl for all people who want to hear her voice on record, for the purists out in the world. For everybody else CD and MP3 will have to do. Maybe this album is what Sarah Silverman needs to get another show, like “The Sarah Silverman Show: Part 2” where she fights vampires maybe? Only time will tell.

Sarah Silverman - We Are Miracles

                Sarah Silverman has finally decided to do it: she plans to release a follow-up to her 2010 album. Is this going to be the album that changes the world? The answer is maybe. For a while Sarah Silverman has been doing her thing, having her own show, appearing on Bill Maher’s show a lot, and overall just being Sarah Silverman. 

                Her upcoming record on Sub Pop follows a strong tradition of other comedians ending up on Sub Pop. For whatever reason Sub Pop enjoys releasing comedians’ standup album on their label, maybe it has to do with the state of the world and maybe it is because there is always a market for comedians. Nobody really knows. It just so happens that once in a fortnight another comedian makes it onto Sub Pop no matter how big or how small. Compared to many of the other comedians that have appeared on Sub Pop, Sarah Silverman is what is known as a ‘get’, probably. 

                Does Sarah Silverman have what it takes to make her album a best-seller? It seems possible as plenty of other comedians have found refuge in record form. Honestly it would be pretty cool if accompanying Sarah Silverman’s standup there was a remix disc that was her standup but remixed by the hottest dubstep artists in the world including James Blake, Skrillex, other dubstep artists. That will not happen but it is good to dream. 

                Additionally Sarah Silverman is releasing her album via the vinyl for all people who want to hear her voice on record, for the purists out in the world. For everybody else CD and MP3 will have to do. Maybe this album is what Sarah Silverman needs to get another show, like “The Sarah Silverman Show: Part 2” where she fights vampires maybe? Only time will tell.

Eric Copeland – Logo my Ego

                Eric Copeland is a weirdo’s weirdo. Residing in his natural habitat of poor artist paradise Brooklyn he brings the melted jams. With “Logo my Ego” he continues down his path of barely coherent dance music. Unlike Black Dice, Eric Copeland’s work uses repetition to get its point across. Much more fluid and oddly hypnotic than the oftentimes abrasive sounds of Black Dice, Eric Copeland’s solo work sounds like he had an afternoon to kill so he decided to mess around with cheesy loops. At its best moments Eric Copeland’s completely in not any way serious music conjures up images of that other equally heroic unambitious band, the Strangulated Beatoffs. Just like them Eric Copeland lets the loop ride. Unlike them he actually does a bit more work than simply letting the thing play out endlessly. 

                Uncle Sam’s Blues” could be seen as a poignant criticism of US foreign policy if you are a total moron. If you are not a total moron you know it is whatever title popped into his head while he was writing down the jam. The results speak for themselves in garbled nonsense strewn its five splendid minutes. Many of the voices are disembodied trying to encourage the listener to get down to the sweet sounds. Probably people dance to Eric Copeland if they are super insane and out of their mind in that peculiar way. Otherwise it seems unlikely that there has ever been a dance party featuring Eric Copeland’s creative jams. 

                Will this release change anything in Eric Copeland’s sonic universe? Hopefully it will not because Eric Copeland is fine just the way he is.

Sunset by Stephen Michael McDowell


                Nobody watches the sunset online…until now! Thanks to the power of Stephen Michael McDowell one can see the sunset without any exposure to sunlight whatsoever. Of course the story of how Stephen Michael McDowell created an online sunset is an intriguing one. For the sun never sets on the Internet Empire! 

                Back in 1979 the Internet was a mere infant, an embryonic thing used by the military-industrial complex. Eisenhower warned against the military-industrial complex but then Eisenhower was the first one to have an AOL Instant Messenger screen name. Rare knowledge: Eisenhower’s AOL Instant Messenger screen name was “MUFFBUNNY69” because Eisenhower enjoyed muff, bunnies, and the number 69. To Eisenhower it was all good. 

                Stephen Michael McDowell traveled into the past in order to ensure that his online presence could begin before he was even born. In the future such things are pretty typical. I know that Stephen Michael McDowell traveled into the past because I traveled into the future to watch him do it. Additionally when I traveled into the future I also made sure to bring a lot of Charleston Chews which I sold on the candy black market. This illicit candy trade brought me over $500,000 which I used to pay for a nice 4 four bedroom Colonial in Westchester. 

                The military was not aware of Stephen Michael McDowell’s online presence back in the 70s. Back then the military was still working out the kinks of how to like status updates and how to create MEMEs. For the military even back then understood that if they created enough MEMEs they could defeat communism. Unlike the capitalistic West, the communist block did not even get close to Internet power, opting instead to fight proxy wars. Honestly it was a complete mistake. Had communists allowed their scientists to work on GIF technology instead of tanks the world would be a lot different. 

                Fortunately they never got the hang of the Internet. Stephen Michael McDowell’s ensured the Internet’s success by placing a #rare early piece of net art into the data banks of the Pentagon. Entitled “Sunset” it made high-ranking military officials feel all warm and gooey inside, the kind of warm and gooey that allowed them to successfully defeat communism and bring about the fall of the USSR.

                When a person thinks of freedom they should think of Stephen Michael McDowell. It is thank to his tireless-ass efforts that the world is free, mostly.

Sunset by Stephen Michael McDowell

                Nobody watches the sunset online…until now! Thanks to the power of Stephen Michael McDowell one can see the sunset without any exposure to sunlight whatsoever. Of course the story of how Stephen Michael McDowell created an online sunset is an intriguing one. For the sun never sets on the Internet Empire! 

                Back in 1979 the Internet was a mere infant, an embryonic thing used by the military-industrial complex. Eisenhower warned against the military-industrial complex but then Eisenhower was the first one to have an AOL Instant Messenger screen name. Rare knowledge: Eisenhower’s AOL Instant Messenger screen name was “MUFFBUNNY69” because Eisenhower enjoyed muff, bunnies, and the number 69. To Eisenhower it was all good. 

                Stephen Michael McDowell traveled into the past in order to ensure that his online presence could begin before he was even born. In the future such things are pretty typical. I know that Stephen Michael McDowell traveled into the past because I traveled into the future to watch him do it. Additionally when I traveled into the future I also made sure to bring a lot of Charleston Chews which I sold on the candy black market. This illicit candy trade brought me over $500,000 which I used to pay for a nice 4 four bedroom Colonial in Westchester. 

                The military was not aware of Stephen Michael McDowell’s online presence back in the 70s. Back then the military was still working out the kinks of how to like status updates and how to create MEMEs. For the military even back then understood that if they created enough MEMEs they could defeat communism. Unlike the capitalistic West, the communist block did not even get close to Internet power, opting instead to fight proxy wars. Honestly it was a complete mistake. Had communists allowed their scientists to work on GIF technology instead of tanks the world would be a lot different. 

                Fortunately they never got the hang of the Internet. Stephen Michael McDowell’s ensured the Internet’s success by placing a #rare early piece of net art into the data banks of the Pentagon. Entitled “Sunset” it made high-ranking military officials feel all warm and gooey inside, the kind of warm and gooey that allowed them to successfully defeat communism and bring about the fall of the USSR.

                When a person thinks of freedom they should think of Stephen Michael McDowell. It is thank to his tireless-ass efforts that the world is free, mostly.