SONG OF THE DAY: Beat Street Breakdown Part One (kudzu'd)

Yesterday, it occurred to me I hadn’t fed the crows in a while. But then I forgot, because I’m getting older and between cultural dementia and long covid and wireless rays beaming into my brain all the time… what was I saying? Anyways, this morning, as if we’d reconnected on the astral plane, the crows were up in the tree, hollering at your boy. So I remembered to feed them, throwing a quart of whole roasted unsalted peanuts up on top of the murder shed out front. Then, I got the joy of hearing them caw and bicker and sing their feral songs of fuck itness. Did my heart good.
Anyways, all these 45s at 33 I post are from harvested direct from my record collection, where I carefully select the finest (cheapest but not too scratchy) rhizomes from local music warehouses, and then cultivate them on my intentional organic beat farm. Thus, I ensure only the highest quality slowed down grooves, so you can be sure that I'm not clogging your mind's arteries with artificial fillers and intelligence. I hope you enjoy them. I know I do (and that's the dirtgod promise).

SONG OF THE DAY: Play It Loud

I like to pretend I’ve stolen spaceships to drive through the upper ionosphere that I bump modern era boogie funk to, but I’m lying. Usually I’m just sitting on my screened in rural back porch in Polo boxer briefs, sipping on coffee, and wondering if I need to put anything more on when I go out front to feed peanuts to the crows or not.

SONG OF THE DAY: El Sonido de Los Mirlos (kudzu'd)

The sound of the crows, cawing from the front yard, eases my troubled mind. I wish I could understand what they were saying better, but if I could, I wouldn’t be human, lost in my own sense of importance, centered in the experiential universe. I’d like to let it all go and fly down to the river with them, and talk shit to each other, and pick our way through life. But I can’t; none of us can. We’re all tied down to too much to ever let it all go completely. But I try to find peace in the moments even if we’ve over-complicated it and can’t find peace in our existence.

SONG OF THE DAY: Memphis Soul Stew (kudzu'd)

I found my crow call this morning, so after feeding the local crows peanuts, whenever I’ve heard them outside in the trees out front, I blow the crow call from inside the house in the kitchen. They’ve been talking back, pretty frantically sometimes. I wish crow call technology could tell me what the fuck I might be saying, but that’s human tech for you – just wildly pretending to create something without really understanding the consequences. My girlfriend warned me the crows might come in the house and poke my eyeballs out, but we’ll see.
I’ve been doing this all day whenever they come around, but just now I went out on the porch and blew it. I guess one of them was hiding out on top of the porch roof and as soon as I blew it, they flew off, cawing in a completely different tone than any of them before. That’s how I learned how local crows say, “Lying motherfucker!”

Sunday Slowdown Chapter 004: Fresh! From Out The Kudzu

FRESH! FROM OUT THE KUDZU

Another lounger from your boy. 2 hours of 45s at 33 speed, fresh from out the kudzu behind my house. It's a magical place. (Click the title to rock it out.)

SONG OF THE DAY: La Borrachita

I’ve been yelling “CUMBIA!” at the crows a lot lately. I’m hoping they understand. They usually do. Been feeding them peanuts for a long time now, and they hadn’t been leaving no trinkets as of yet. Starting to think I’m getting hustled by these country ass crows, and only city crows are gump enough to give people trinkets. But I’m hoping maybe these guys just been holding out and will start leaving cumbia records on top of the shed I feed them at.