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totally not flossing the very best… it was my kid sister’s fault

Wordsworthe -- October 26, 2009 -- Live Sets. Tags: , , , .

Okay. First off, the Echo/Echoplex reviews probably will never have pictures that actually relate to the show themselves (these came from an epic day at Rincon last Friday)… get use to it. Second off, this is my personal observation of how the night went down, don’t take offense if it differs from yours.

Saturday night was a weird one – the weird came from the combination of excitement, letdown, and sheer bewilderment all circling my mind like some chaotic aura.

Sorta like what this does to your mind...

Sorta like what this does to your mind...

Kid Sister – Right Hand Hi
Totally Michael – Casual Satisfaction (Flosstradamus remix)
The Very Best – Julia

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public education playlist 8/23/09

Cameron -- August 24, 2009 -- Playlists and Public Education. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , .

Another great week of new music. Check out those new WAVVES and HEALTH tracks at the top after the jump and don’t forget to download the artists for the party at Junction Block this Friday.

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fork-a-liciously fantastic, I finally found a fathomable form of freak-nasty fritter fodder… – sunday

Wordsworthe -- July 22, 2009 -- Live Sets. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , .

If you couldn’t tell, I like alliterations, and just to prove to all you skeptics out there that I have a non-vulgar poetical side, I wrote this little diddly on the plane ride home, you see, they all connect, the beginning, middle, and end. What a magical weekend. Thanks for letting me share it with you.

Ode to Flying

Cotton balls soak up the agricultural memories of a love sowed wrong

Cement veins carry ants, kissing towards the sky as they release them directionally

Running, remembering

Ceaselessly inferring

Feathers of the heavens lay flat above, laughing at the gorgeous chaos

Communities of synthetic life nestle between sted-fast trees and tears of brown

Longing, loving

Frantically shoving

My stomach stays as my body drops

Brown life of the rivers bend and break against slopes of cement

Crashing, crying

Tearing, trying

What on earth could all this be for?

When nature has no home

I’d be crazy not to follow…

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