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Monthly Archive for February, 2010

coast2coast

LA:

prsntd by fmly and frnds

NY:

prsntd by the knitting factory, with support and love from fmly

Tobacco – Hairy Candy
The Hood Internet – Tambourine Reckoning
Pizza! – Bird Dreams
Evan Voytas – ASTRO
WAMPIRE – Orchards
Philip Seymour Hoffman – duckfangs tickle my ankles

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i see the world slip through your fingertips

say hello to the bastard child of cheap regrets and a daydream
maybe this life just ain’t cut out for me

koalacaust may not ever change the world, but they’ve definitely changed me. so i believe a huge thanks is in order to everyone who has downloaded their self-titled tape off of fmly rcrds. this weekend has been incredibly emotionally investing, and two records that have gotten me through it are mirah’s advisory committee and koalacaust. “skyscrapers” to “heath ledger” to “tunnels and gates” are the shit back to back, props to the koalabros for really getting those transitions down on the recordings…and you know, writing these inspirational kickass jams in the first place. if you haven’t yet, koalacaust are offering a free download of their ‘09 released collection of tunes on fmly rcrds. so for fans of paul baribeau, mischief brew, wingnut dishwashers union, andrew jackson jihad, this bike is a pipe bomb, etc…get yourself a copy, gather your friends, grab some colt 45, and have a night out of it. more than usual, these jams are by friends and for friends.

Koalacaust – Skyscrapers
Mirah – Recommendation
paul baribeau – ten things
Wingnut Dishwashers Union – Never Trust A Man*
This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb – What Shall We Do (x2)
*anthem for a new decade

can we just hold hands

Deep underground exists a secret society creating the most pulsating of chilled rhythms, the most gnarly of good vibes. After discovering an algorithm in the late nineteenth century to create the beat which would set our bodies free in time and space this secret society has regularly nominated their representatives in pop culture. You know them already, but for our safety I cannot reveal who has been historically in possession of these formulas. What we can reveal, is that Toronto’s Mathemagic make some very coincidental borderline almost-too-perfect hits. Whether your mind or heart ignite the final decision, bodies will sway, eyes will turn back, and enlightenment will be reached in every swooning of the chest. Are Mathemagic candidates? Probably. Look out for their five song EP coming out in the near future.

Mathemagic – High
Mathemagic – Breaststroke

Mathemagic are playing at the Smiling Buddha Bar in Toronto on March 5 with our frnds Free Kisses and Cloud Nothings.

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click of a button

snow babes for good daze


There’s nothing quite as soothing as walking through a blizzard listening to a song that graces your ears as softly as an individual spec of snow dying from above. Vocals smeared through landscapes, washed colors with scenic visions, and settled memories left in your largest boot footprint. Here are some babes to toss on a playlist, then go out and seize your nature.

Geotic – Igloo
Active Child – Wilderness
Grouper – Wind and Snow
free kisses – wind
Julianna Barwick – Dancing With Friends
INEVERYROOM – Little Nums
Memoryhouse – To The Lighthouse
Loudspeaker Speaker – To Tokyo
Dntel – Last Songs
Electric President – Ten Thousand Lines
satanstompingcaterpillars – Black Snow
Toro Y Moi – Master Of None (Beach House cover)

tune of the night

Joyful Cruelty: Toward a Philosophy of the Real
Clément Rosset

In Joyful Cruelty, Clement Rosset lays the foundation for a new philosophy that refuses to turn away from the world and thereby accepts a confrontation with reality in all of its immediacy. An almost spiritual practice, his theory is at once cruel because it destroys all illusion and joyful because it allows one to see the world in its simplest and purest terms. Perpetually at odds with contemporary Jacques Derrida, Rosset developed his anti-philosophical philosophy in response to what he felt was the post-modern misappropriation of Nietzschean thought. Out of print for nearly 20 years, it is the first and only work by Rosset to be translated into English.
-via Free Association

Winks – Weed Makes Sex Weird

let’s get cold together

Our lovely frnds in Toronto just released the b-side of their To The Lighthouse 7″ – due March 2 – for the internet masses to catch wind of, and with this storm hitting New York right now it’s difficult to find a more well-suited anthem. Thanks Memoryhouse! Pre-order your physical copy (limited to 500) right here and receive a copy of the tune “Coma” as well. And if you missed it, Memoryhouse made FMLY a special mixtape that we dropped on Valentine’s day. You can peek at it over here. Look for Memoryhouse coming to a city near you, sooner than you think!

Bonfire (via gvb)

dance nadce cedan decan


Our favorite dance party is this Saturday. DANCEiSM is back for their two year anniversary and they are bringing it back to the warehouse. The usual shenanigans will be taking place like body painting but word has it there are a lot of new surprises taking place as well.


That, my friends, is the VJ for the night. I think I need a new pair of underwear…
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lost in translation

One can become quite cynical after digging into orality and literacy, in the sense that literacy for this generation has never remained static for more than six months. And considering McLuhan’s assertion that we are living one-hundred years in a decade, the future isn’t looking any more promising. Taking Apple as an example, when the iPod was developed it had an extraordinary amount of flaws, but the dominant manufacturing frustration was that this pricey portable listening device had only been developed to last for eighteen months. In reference to its mechanics, Apple aims to consistently render its old products obsolete just as this era has done with language. In our memes, we develop such an excessive amount of signifiers that in the scope of a reality comparable to an oral culture we do not exist and are merely vessels for information and data to rest, accumulate, and disperse. Our language has become disposable, as trends and hypersymbolic tension rest their eccentric midas touch upon the way letters fit together. This is not groovy, it is in fact inefficient and has developed generations of language barriers which objectively are quite infuriating.

The concept of linear time is one that I find incredibly interesting. Before such symbols as a phonetic alphabet existed, there were no archives or records chronologically (yes, I certainly believe this can be disputed) involving no concept of progressive time rather than cyclical space. In strictly oral cultures there was very much a present and a spirituality within that present which connected language to the body and the earth. These practices develop place and space to utilize potential rather than settle in myth and mimicry. In the evolution of how we react to language and symbols, it was once necessary for communities to live near water for survival. Currently, to live near a source of water – that is not even to be consumed – one must live a lifestyle of class, for an ocean or a river refer to the wealthy and elite. Did this happen when the boat took on the leisure concept of a yacht, rather than the survival technique of a canoe?

In a non-oral culture, we conceptualize knowledge that unfortunately proliferates, and only for a short span of time causing an alienation in our societies and generations which did not always exist. In a loose sense, as I am not all to familiar with the correct terminology, we are a sad example of a Gestalt. At a close glance, this existence is concrete and progressing yet not stable. However, taking a step back and evaluating the path that was tip-toed to reach these shoes, we are lost within an abstract space and distracted by the beauty which we prosume.

I was having a late night conversation after a house show in New Jersey a couple of weeks ago that inspired this. Maybe someone else is having the same conversation somewhere in some place…

Hymie’s Basement – 21st Century Pop Song
EAR PWR – Future Eyes

tune of the night

The contemporary thing in art and literature is the thing which doesn’t make enough difference to the people of that generation so that they can accept it or reject it.
-Gertrude Stein

Galapaghost – Lost Generation

numb this hurt

Jon Barba – the gentle, relentless, and cathartic force behind the guise of Los Angeles’ Nicole Kidman – brought some of our mutual pals with him to Pehrspace on Monday to perform a new story, “I Don’t Want To Die.” As he says in the beginning of the video, the first part is about a girl Jon knew when he was younger, the second part is about Miley Cyrus, and the third part is about God. Our bros standing off to the side providing accompaniment are Geoff and Tyler of Pizza!.

It’s difficult for me to write about Jon’s music, he hits a soft spot internally that is painful to massage…but to acknowledge these places inside, I can only appreciate with all of the emotional energy that I can invest. Whether it be love in a variety of situations, eccentric confusion, or coping with life when it lies out of your hands, I believe it’s impossible to fully grasp the weight of these songs, let alone entire cassettes. They are each fogged windows which allow us to just take small peeks into this sweetheart’s guts, mind, heart, and presence. His output is far too great for me to keep track of, but he has a running list on his MySpace and his recent release Teen Worship (on Obeast Tapes) is one of my most treasured pieces of physical music. You can read a great piece about Nicole Kidman and FMLY’s Philip Seymour Hoffman in a Seattle newspaper, The Stranger, right here. Lyrics for “I Don’t Wanna Die” are after the jump.

nicole kidman – thirst for god
Nicole Kidman – I’m in Love with a Jehovahs Witness
Kevin Greenspon & Nicole Kidman – Tyrone

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