Oh la la!

This is why Mexico beat France in their last World Cup game. All the talented French kids (with berets!) are busy dancing tecktonik in their parent’s basements instead of paying attention to football.

Favorite Song of the Day: The Light From a Cake


Camper Van Beethoven – The Light From a Cake

I’m alternating between heavy and light
Between meaning and nonsense
And having a drink
I have counted all the lines on the road
Between here and los angeles
That pass straight below
And I’m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head
’cause you move just like you’re a train
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake
I was thinking of a cake
To lift off this burden
To lighten this weight
One sweet little cake
Dervishes run the head of a pin
We are sleeping like angels
And living like devils again
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth
’cause we move like we are suspended in ether
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon

Favorite Song of the Day: You


Gold Panda – You

Gold Panda

The journey to his current illuminated standings has been long and intermittently strange. Having spent downtime behind the counters of various establishments of ill repute – finding out that record stores and adult stores are no less seedier than each other. GP consolidated the rest of his hours creating archives of electronic music; each track different from the other, incorporating multitudes of styles and disparate influences and obscure samples and base material.

Eva, Shelly y La Nueva Generación

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The inscription on the back of this photo is from “Eva.” Who is Eva? Perhaps one of my uncle’s old flames. The photo was found behind a photo of my father and mother at prom. Groovy Eva, so space age and hip.


Shelly y Nueva Generación – No puedo Olvidarte Chico (1969)

I came across this video in one of frequent my Youtube dérives.
Eva watched Shelly on TV one night and dreamt of being far out and gruvi like her. My imagination confirmed this as true…