Black Oak Arkansas is the soundtrack to me not giving a fuck, hopefully blasting outdoors, with regular clangs from horseshoe pits, and the smell of a barrel fire going somewhere nearby. Barrel fires are highly underrated ambiance, in the country or city. Much respect to all those unthanked warriors who somehow distribute burn barrels throughout America off weird trailer loads on Facebook Marketplace. Y'all are doing God's work.
RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Monday, May 16
PH0N3 4PP R3M1ND3RS T0 PVLL...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
la ilaha illallah,
lifted 1443
Sunday, May 15
SONG OF THE DAY: Polk Salad Annie
Elvis Presley popularized this song, and is well-known for ripping off black artists. But in this case, he ripped off a white one, although I guess the originator and composer of it - Tony Joe White - probably got paid, so it wasn't necessarily a rip off. I'm sure Tony Joe White's raggedy swamp ass lived off the royalties of Elvis for the rest of his life. Mostly when I hear this song, I realize how much I've forgotten from reading Euell Gibbbons' Stalking the Wild Asparagus back in the day. One day wild foods will be our only foods. Then again, Euell Gibbons famously ate a bicycle one time, so the future is hard to really figure out. Shit, the present is hard to figure out.
F0CVS1NG MY GR3Y M4TT3R...
Label Labyrinth:
"fuck it" philosophy,
amateur neuroscientist,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443
Friday, May 13
1NDVSTR14L M0N0L1THS...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
industrial fallacy,
lifted 1443,
staring at the sky
Thursday, May 12
SONG OF THE DAY: Riding High (chopped and screwed)
At some point, I’d like to do a deep dive into all the funk classics (or reggae) that made DJ Screw mixes. A friend sent me the new DJ Screw biography, and I enjoyed it for the information it had, though it didn’t really reach a good conclusion (symptomatic of academic-style books according to another friend). It inspired me to start fucking around with my record collection again. Simultaneously, I’ve been on a hardcore Rick James kick lately, so really having a Rick James jam riding slow with its wings fully stretched off a grey tape has been an absolute constant in the dinky Corolla soundtrack rotation. In fact, I might have to blast this bama this evening after work and go to the train yard, for a little me time, down by the river. It’s what Rick James, and DJ Screw, would’ve wanted for me on this day. And any day.
The amazing thing is, much like "Be Thankful For What You've Got" being mislabeled as the more popular Curtis Mayfield instead of William DeVaughn, "Riding High" is not even a Rick James song. It was done by a group (or dude) called Faze O. But damn if it don't sound like a really great Rick James song.
The amazing thing is, much like "Be Thankful For What You've Got" being mislabeled as the more popular Curtis Mayfield instead of William DeVaughn, "Riding High" is not even a Rick James song. It was done by a group (or dude) called Faze O. But damn if it don't sound like a really great Rick James song.
Wednesday, May 11
SONG OF THE DAY: Ordinary Guy
Joe Bataan is key figure in Fania Records and the Latin Soul sounds of New York City in the late ‘60s. Bataan, who had been in a Puerto Rican street gang and grew up in East Harlem, was actually the child of a Filipino pops and Black mom. Please note, I’m just cribbing from the Wikipedia page, because mostly I just know Joe Bataan because of all these Fania Records retrospectives I’ve been playing the past couple months. But apparently he had a falling out with the owner of Fania, and left the label, but while still there, secretly started his own label – Ghetto Records – funded by successful criminal. Kinda want to hear all that stuff now. Anyways, Bataan helped coin the term “salsoul”, and that dude is still doing shit to this day, and should be considered a national treasure. Why the fuck did we end up with Hamilton’s Starbucks drive through ass cultural event, and not Joe Bataan doing something real? Oh yeah, we hate real in America, and love the superficial. This song is a banger though. One of my faves by Bataan.
P34C3 1S N3V3R P3RF3CT3D...
Label Labyrinth:
building or destroying,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
staring at the sky
Tuesday, May 10
SONG OF THE DAY: Stage Fright
A weakness of mine is shitty ‘70s rock that definitely was solid American step between British Heavy Metal and metal blowing up officially in America as well. Shit like Legs Diamond that sounds like you’re trying to get genital warts. It’s just a wonderful genre that sadly was murdered by grunge, and at the time, all the shitty dirtbag white people were shamed out of owning guitars, so started rapping instead. Now, all we have is bourgeoisie indy rock left, and it’s all so Trader Joes-y and there’s zero chance you’re gonna do anything fun enough to risk an STD.
N4V1G4T10N THR0VGH D4RK C4V3S...
Label Labyrinth:
civil-lized,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
rainbow shots in the darkness
Monday, May 9
SONG OF THE DAY: Lonely, Lonely Nights
Not been sleeping well lately, nor unwell really. Just your basic toss and turn with lack of comfort in any part of existence, but fatigued enough the body shuts down for five hours solidly, before waking up so that I can study the darkness with wide awake eyes, worrying about a whole lot of nothing. Life feels pretty good for the most part, if I actually think about it in that light way of thinking where you don’t go digging too deeply. Not entirely sure life can feel good within modern civilization if you go digging deeper though. Hate to think superficially, but we’re so removed from a deeper existence, interconnected with anything more than a couple days ago, that superficiality is kinda necessary. There’s a strange loneliness to existence currently, where you have the electronic impulses of being surrounded all the time – and we certainly as humans crave those connections still. But it disappears easily, and also has a hollowness to it so that when you’re fuckin’ losing your shit in the car outside the grocery store because you forgot about an insurance payment, and it triggered overdraft shit that’s got the chance to spiral the fuck beyond control by midnight, none of those digital connections can actually sit in the passenger seat and pick a song to play or just sit there uncomfortably while you freak out, and then when you calm down, go, “well, fuck it, you know?” I see sleep depictions or mattress promises where it’s like falling into clouds that wrap around you, and maybe I’m just poor and have never had a new mattress, but I’ve literally never had an experience like that sleeping. I’m tossing and turning, or my back is aching from some soft ass mattress not built for broken people like myself, so I have to sleep in my stomach because it feels like I’m tucking myself into a spoon and I better do it backwards lest I be half-crippled in the morning. The lonely, lonely nights of a rapidly decaying empire, that is going to enter the forced part of its empirical history, demanding compliance or be damned. So I’ll probably start sleeping even worse. Well, fuck it, you know?
P3RS1ST3NLY R3S1ST1NG...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
lifted 1443,
staring at the sky
Sunday, May 8
BV1LD1NG 0VR MYTH0L0G13S...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
mythologies,
staring at the sky
1MPVLS3S WH1CH 3NDL3SSLY...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
staring at the sky,
tree porn
Saturday, May 7
PR0C3SS1NG 1NF0RM4T10N...
Label Labyrinth:
amateur neuroscientist,
conference of the birds,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443
Friday, May 6
TH3 P4TH T0 B31NG D1RTG0D...
Label Labyrinth:
dirtgod theory,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
the Power of Lounge
N0T L3TT1NG MY GR3Y M4TT3R...
Label Labyrinth:
amateur neuroscientist,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lifted 1443,
staring at the sky
Wednesday, May 4
SONG OF THE DAY: My God Has a Telephone
A gospel souldies revival song that I was briefly playing the ever-living fuck out of. Somehow I got sucked into the souldies trend. I think I follow too many vintage cholo graffiti accounts on Instagram or some shit. This, even though a recent song pretending to be an olden days song, is still the type of jam that makes you shimmy across the linoleum sort of like a hybrid Charles Bradley/Axl Rose/bantam rooster, while washing the dishes but taking a break to scratch the neck of the black cat pushing up against your leg when the shimmy pauses. Black cats always know what’s up.
Tuesday, May 3
SONG OF THE DAY: Why Can't We Be Friends?
Been trying to think of something to write for this song coming up for like four days in a row. Brain just ain’t thinking of things like I’d like it to, although that’s not entirely true, because I dropped a long ass thing at my patreon today, and am either writing or doing some sort of nonsense art constantly, reasonably so. I need more external outputs, for sure, but having a haiku slam a few weeks back helped, which I guess I didn’t even write about here. That’s sort of the problem with me – I scatter my shit in nine different places, it’s impossible to have any one space be the complete picture. Anyways, we’re having another haiku slam on Saturday, May 21, outdoors, south of Charlottesville. If you wanna come make new friends, or connect with old ones, let me know. Not so sure we live in an age of sharing everything openly and publicly anymore. Western civilization keeps hyping itself as expressive but keeps getting more and more repressive. And the weird thing is the people who claim to be protecting expression are the exact same ones actually repressing shit (like that oligarch billionaire that looks like a bleached frog). So I don’t know. Get at me though. Or go away. Maybe both.
Sunday, May 1
1 R3M41N 4 B3DR4GGL3D...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Saturday, April 30
TH3Y D0N'T BV1LD M0NVM3NTS T0...
Label Labyrinth:
born to loose,
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
Richmond VA
Friday, April 29
SONG OF THE DAY: (Loose Booty) Is A Real Thing
On one hand, people will have you thinking nothing is real, that the complete clusterfuck clutter of “information” with an endless array of semi-factual seeming items that have the all the hallmarks of “facts” but are just random ass speculation made up by somebody with the ulterior motivation of confusing truth entirely has made it so you can’t possibly know anything any more at this point. But on the other hand, you’ll get an impassioned plea – such as this song – very precisely explaining how loose booty is a real thing. Hard to argue with, to be honest.
Label Labyrinth:
"fuck it" philosophy,
¯\_(ツ)_/¯,
Krupert's jukebox,
nothing is real,
sexing chicks
THR1V1NG 4T M4RG1NS 0F...
Label Labyrinth:
always choose marginalization,
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lost but found
Thursday, April 28
SONG OF THE DAY: Night Fires
Country music back in the day was weird, because it’d be like 100 weeks of shit radio-friendly songs (still is like that), but then you’d get some weird ass Side 2 jam like this where Conway Twitty just wasn’t even fuckin’ around one bit. How the fuck do you make a song like this and not look like Conway Twitty? Impossible. Universal magnetics sneaks into even country ass music more often than folks realize.
N0 M4T3R14L S4V1NGS...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
Jesus freaks,
lost but found
Wednesday, April 27
SONG OF THE DAY: Heart of Gold
I know I saw Charles Bradley perform once before he died, and I think maybe twice, but I know the one time I did actually see him, not only did he tear it down during his performance, but while the Budos Band was playing, he was out in his brown leather pants and 1982 shirt, dancing like a fool. Dude just had that aura about him.
I’ve been trying to cut back on useless shit I hate, or resent, which can be difficult in a late capitalist society, where fake ass people hoard all the opportunities, and regular real life people you actually know will laud some of these fake fuckers as “authentic” and “real”. It holds me back to be worried about that shit. Just gotta let my aura shine, act the fool I am, and bring joy to myself, as well as others, and the rest will either fall in place or not even matter. Been trying to remind myself of that on a daily basis, multiple times each day.
I’ve been trying to cut back on useless shit I hate, or resent, which can be difficult in a late capitalist society, where fake ass people hoard all the opportunities, and regular real life people you actually know will laud some of these fake fuckers as “authentic” and “real”. It holds me back to be worried about that shit. Just gotta let my aura shine, act the fool I am, and bring joy to myself, as well as others, and the rest will either fall in place or not even matter. Been trying to remind myself of that on a daily basis, multiple times each day.
Label Labyrinth:
fire aura,
Krupert's jukebox,
ocean aura,
rec-collections,
the juggle is real
WH3N 0N3'S T00 D33PLY ST33P3D 1N...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Tuesday, April 26
TRYN4 R3C0GN1Z3 SP1R1T...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
educated beyond intelligence,
gambleraku,
homepix,
Jesus freaks
Monday, April 25
SONG OF THE DAY: Driving My Life Away (slurred & blurred)
Another classic slowed down to through the slurred and blurred stylings of dj_brilliant (you have to spell it like that with the underscore or you end up referring to somebody else). On weeks where my youngest is with me, since her official address is with her mom the next county over, I have to drive like 2.5-3 hours a day, to get her to and from school or practice, and damn man, that shit gets tiring as fuck. That’s way too much time just in a fuckin’ car. So I feel this song. For more information on dj_brilliant, consult your local search bar.
Label Labyrinth:
for the childrens,
God needed a Driver,
Krupert's jukebox,
River,
screwed and/or chopped
41N'T N0 SH0RT4G3 0F D4RK H0L3S...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Sunday, April 24
SONG OF THE DAY: Searching
Been a lot of "searching" themed songs in my fluctuating soundtrack lately. Not sure if that's a sign or not. I mean, it's a sign, but my understanding of it is limited still, as I'm only human. Imagine thinking humans can figure everything in the universe out? What kind of egotistic asshole do you have to be to think like that?
Label Labyrinth:
ego is a too much thing,
I is lost,
Krupert's jukebox,
lost but found,
searching
PR4CT1C1NG L0V1NG MYS3LF...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
poison culture
Saturday, April 23
4CTV4L W31GHT 0F W0RLD 41N'T...
Label Labyrinth:
amateur neuroscientist,
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
love/hate
H4VL1NG 4R0VND TH3 B4GG4G3...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lost but found,
one man's trash...
Friday, April 22
TH3R3'S GR4C3 1N 1MP3RF3CT10N...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Thursday, April 21
W3 4R3 0NLY N3W T0 TH1S...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
SONG OF THE DAY: Hifidelics Groove
Everyone should have their own groove, even if they share it with others or it's a collective or crew groove, or whatever. But there's not nearly enough grooves. People want to be owning everything, intellectal propertying things, trying to keep ideas and doing things from being free, but few grooves. More grooves in 1444.
Wednesday, April 20
SONG OF THE DAY: Angeline
I don’t really listen to electrified guitar-based music made in the past 25 years to be honest. They kinda gentrified that whole genre, but before we all knew what “gentrification” even meant. I have fond memories, being a natural born piece of shit, of degenerate rock music blasting as the background soundtrack as I made poor choices and did reckless things which culminated in horrible scars and wonderful stories and thankfully no deaths (that I’m aware of). Sometimes I wish there was rock to love, that didn’t sound so master’s degreely and certified organic, but you can’t be mad at the way the world goes, or how art changes to match the people trying to figure out how to do art in this crushing existence we done gave ourselves.
3V3N S41NTS H4V3 M4NY P4THS...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
lost but found
Tuesday, April 19
4S L0NG 4S 1'M ST1LL VPR1GHT...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Monday, April 18
M4RK1NG MY PR4Y3RS 1N BL4CK...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
railroad tie tapping,
the moon will rise again
Sunday, April 17
N4V1G4T10N 0F D4RK P4THS...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Saturday, April 16
P3RF3CT10N 41N'T P0SS1BL3...
Label Labyrinth:
born to loose,
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
staring at the sky
Friday, April 15
SONG OF THE DAY: I've Been Searching
searching for something resembling meaning in this mundane
rabbithole with the metaverse I landed in
curse-blessed with consciousness
attempting my absolute best to just vibe
but so many electronics cloud existence
leaving me feeling angry and down
and full of resentment rather than
excitement
are there protonic devices as well
which would boost my natural orgones
and aid me in not running on
deficit dopamine with diminishing
returns as well as a more solid
serotonin infusion
from time to time
to time to time
perhaps the time part
is root of the problem anyways
limited ass existence
complicated by existential crisis
all the god damned time
and yet still my dumb ass
seeks
searching for something
that feels halfway okay
in a world teetering on crooked axis
dangling precariously over an
imagined abyss
which like the horizon never
arrives
on time
rabbithole with the metaverse I landed in
curse-blessed with consciousness
attempting my absolute best to just vibe
but so many electronics cloud existence
leaving me feeling angry and down
and full of resentment rather than
excitement
are there protonic devices as well
which would boost my natural orgones
and aid me in not running on
deficit dopamine with diminishing
returns as well as a more solid
serotonin infusion
from time to time
to time to time
perhaps the time part
is root of the problem anyways
limited ass existence
complicated by existential crisis
all the god damned time
and yet still my dumb ass
seeks
searching for something
that feels halfway okay
in a world teetering on crooked axis
dangling precariously over an
imagined abyss
which like the horizon never
arrives
on time
Label Labyrinth:
amateur neuroscientist,
data poetry,
embracing my poetic heart,
Krupert's jukebox,
time
S0VTH3RN G0TH1CC H1ST0R13S...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
gothic futurism,
homepix,
Tha New South
N0N3 0F VS CH0S3 0VR L4ND1NG...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lost but found,
power gridlock
Thursday, April 14
3SC4P1NG T0 TH3 W00DS, WH3R3...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lost but found,
staring at the sky
Wednesday, April 13
W4ND3R1NG STR4NG3 4LL3YS 4ND...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Tuesday, April 12
H4D MY D4YS 0F D3L1NQV3NT...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Monday, April 11
TH1NK1NG W1TH 0N3'S BR41N T00 MVCH...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
matters of the heart,
mind heart gut
Sunday, April 10
VN1V3RS4L 3N3RGY...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
staring at the sky,
Universal Magnetics
Saturday, April 9
HVM4NS D0N'T TRVLY DR1FT...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
lost but found,
power gridlock
Friday, April 8
SONG OF THE DAY: Mountain Roads
Apparently all I’ve been listening to lately is imaginary wrestling entrance music for a non-existent territory called Greater Appalachian Championship Wrestling, COMING TO THE CIVIC CENTER SATURDAY NIGHT! OUR MAIN EVENT IS A STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH FOR THE GREATER APPALACHIAN HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE, AS… and then you can just let your brain run from there while the song plays. Somebody’s gonna get piledrived though.
P3RS0N4L H1ST0R13S C4N'T...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Thursday, April 7
SONG OF THE DAY: Lonesome City
This is such a great song. This was my entrance music when I was wrestling in Puerto Rico as The Super Destructor, with my bright lime green mask with black star and crescent on the side of the head. Such a great time, teaming with Kareem Muhammad, helping him with the Puerto Rico Heavyweight title one time. Still great wrestling crowds back then, where if you did your job right, you might get stabbed in the parking lot. Never did get stabbed, at least not by wrestling fans, or specifically about wrestling.
TRVLY B0RN T0 L0S3 BVT T00...
Label Labyrinth:
born to loose,
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost
Wednesday, April 6
SONG OF THE DAY: Freak Like Me
At one point in my life, I was living with an soon-to-be ex-girlfriend who had detached emotionally, way the fuck on the southside of Richmond, and I didn’t have a car, was finishing up college, so rode a 10-speed bike all over the place, crossing the Nickel Bridge so many damn times. I worked as a housepainter part-time, usually meeting the dude I worked for at Byrd Park, riding out to west end somewhere or another to work like 6 hours, then rode my bike hard as fuck to Carytown, where I was a kennel attendant at a vet there. There was an older black dude, chill as fuck, who was the other kennel attendant, in the mornings, from like 6 to the afternoon, then I held it down the second half of the day. Tight time was like until 6, but after the owners and all the other vets left, so it was two hours of vibes, just letting all the dogs out and cleaning up their shit, making sure all the cats were good. That other dude, Reggie, who always had the radio on Power 92, and I’d just leave it on that, because fuck worrying about a radio station, plus they had the 5 o’clock mix show most weekdays back then anyways. Sometimes Reggie would leave me a joint hidden under the radio in the kennel, and sometimes I’d do the same for him. Two songs used to fuck me up though back then. One was “Don’t Take It Personal” by Monica, because like I said, the woman I was living with had become disconnected as fuck, and I was miserable but stuck (a pattern in my life), and that song would get in my feels. But then this song by Adina Howard would come on, and I’d be like, “WHY THE FUCK DON’T I HAVE AN ADINA HOWARD IN MY LIFE?” That was some hard times man, sitting there in the kennel cleaning up dog shit, buzzed, knowing after I got off work I was gonna ride my bike back across the river to an emotionally cold ass house. But it also was a total vibe, so I didn’t necessarily mind it I guess. I mean, you can’t mind shit like that all that much anyways, because life is what it is, and a lot of times you don’t control all that much of it. Like you can customize the trim plenty, but you’re sorta stuck with the base model. So fuck it.
Label Labyrinth:
EWA Hot 100 Jamz,
Krupert's jukebox,
onion on belt memories,
relationships,
work history
H4RN3SS1NG F4LS3 3N3RGY...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Tuesday, April 5
SONG OF THE DAY: You Never Know
“RICKAYYYY!”
Saddest fuckin’ scene right here, but I made the video all tweaked out. Shout
out to Boogie Brown.
CL4R1TY'S 0FT3N L4CK1NG...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
W4ND3R1NG TH3S3 C1V1L1Z3D...
Label Labyrinth:
burning heat 1443,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I is lost,
lost but found
Monday, April 4
SONG OF THE DAY: Funky Virginia
This is a song about Virginia being funky, by a band or dude called Sir Guy, and this should be the official state song. Of course, “official” anything as determined by the state requires a bunch of mostly white people, mostly men, to hash it out in Richmond while wearing suits, and none of them get falafel from Aladdin’s, like ever, and most all of them are assholes because why would you be a politician if you weren’t? But even beyond that, the boundaries of a map are a fuckin’ lie too, and just because of this, and the inherent regionalistic pride that comes with a fucking map, if you rocked this song at a party just across the border in like Roxboro, unloungers would be tempted to complain. That’s the problem with the way our society is structured – politics is made by unloungers, and those philosophies become encoded as law, which means all the legal shit we have to navigate around to enjoy our lives, to the fullest extent possible. So then regular folks have that shit trickle down into their brain, because news talks about that dumb shit all the time, and cops enforce that stupid shit, and the notions of legal states just poison a regular person’s fucking brain. So then regular folks, even amongst true loungers, trying to have a good time, might be gathered hypothetically in Roxboro, which is North Carolina, but just barely across the border, and hear an old ass jam like “Funky Virginia”, and somebody might be tempted to talk down on it. That’s why the Power of Lounge is more important than ever before, because technology has enabled unloungers to just run rampant, in the opposite of wild, but coordinated engineered bullshit. One must practice the Power of Lounge as much as possible to combat all this unlounge. And today, I do that by playing “Funky Virginia” on the yard speakers, pointed down towards the river, 69 times in a row, while the clankyjangers spin and I sit there spray painting more railroad spikes, because I got a fresh batch out the 5-gallon bucket of Coke yesterday, that had been sitting on the porch, “conditioning” for a month or so.
Label Labyrinth:
clankyjangers,
Krupert's jukebox,
stupid politics,
the Power of Lounge,
Virginia Squires
Sunday, April 3
SC4TT3R1NG MY W1LD PR4Y3RS...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
la ilaha illallah,
scattered 1443
Saturday, April 2
CVST0M1Z3D 1D3NT1T13S...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
neurology of capitalism,
scattered 1443,
wheels
Thursday, March 31
Wednesday, March 30
BV1LD1NG MY S4NCTV4RY...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
magic stones,
sanctuary,
scattered 1443
Tuesday, March 29
M3D1T4T10NS 0N WH4T'S P4SS3D...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
scattered 1443,
self meditations,
waitin for the bus
Monday, March 28
M0NVM3NT4L 3N3RGY...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
Richmond VA,
scattered 1443,
staring at the sky
Sunday, March 27
CVLT1V4T3D C0NN3CT10NS...
Label Labyrinth:
gambleraku,
homepix,
poison culture,
power gridlock,
scattered 1443
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