SONG OF THE DAY: Changes

I listen to so much old school low rider oldies type shit that it’s driven my family crazy on weekends. But now family is separated so I can play ‘em all night long in the sad Millhouse Dad-esque basement apartment with the alzheimers owner next door who comes by to introduce herself three times a week, and nobody says nothing. I keep the volume not too loud though because living in apartments again for first time since my 20s got me remembering how you live underneath stoners who got the alley down to your door smelling like dank and why the fuck they always moving furniture around at 1 in the morning? Like every night?

Charles Bradley is the shit; I’ve seen him play twice, and would recommend always going to see that dude play, especially if some sick ass instrumental devilry like Budos Band is opening (who are on the same label, and also part of his backing band). I imagine it was that cross-pollination of devil instrumental funk combined with Charles Bradley on a tour bus (van) that somehow led to Black Sabbath soul covers. GIVE ME MORE, Y’ALL.

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cinderblock reality

in earth tone vinyl siding

world, never quite fitting in

SONG OF THE DAY: Lover's Rock (Chopped Not Slopped)

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The cultural bookmarks of summer being betwixt Memorial Day and Labor Day kinda fuck me up, because all the other cultural shit I’m supposed to have done – gone on a vacation, sat at the beach, chilled the fuck out – hadn’t really happened. Plus social media is a devil cop, because you see people sitting at the beach going on vacation chilling the fuck out and you wonder what’s wrong with you, or why you ain’t got shit it looks like everybody else got?

Just remind myself I have the heart of a lounger, where the blood pumps slow enough to not allow manufactured drama overtake when shot out from a brain too heavily steeped in poison culture inputs. I was walking a lot all the time, so even if I wasn’t getting planned and paid excursions in one big lump sum, as many nights or mornings or possible I was “getting away”. Acting with the heart of a lounger means you’re trying to build vacation escape endorphins in your every day, and not on some rich man life of leisure shit either, because for a workingman or anyone born and bred far enough down the American pyramid scam that “life of leisure” never been a possibility, you gotta figure out how to keep it light with heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders at all times. It’s doable.

Anyways, if you got a three-day weekend and acting like it’s the end of summer with assorted lounge activities, I hope it’s a blessed couple days of high chill. And if you still gotta work, like many folks do, ironically on Labor Day because our poison culture more concerned with productivity than the power of lounge, and got us all trapped in these financial user agreements which don’t really benefit us, then I hope you have a blessed couple days too. Fuck these devils.

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interconnectivity

of devil technologies,

having been deeply gridded

ST34DY H34D N0WH3R3 D33P3R...

steady head nowhere deeper

into the darkness hoping

against hope there's light one day

25-Man Metaphysical Roster: Chelsea F.C.

[25-Man Metaphysical Roster is a football dork methodology meant to establish a listing of players who have been most active for English Premier League teams in their past 100 non-friendly matches. Essentially, it is calculated by minutes played, but weighted towards most recent games. The end result is a listing of the 25 players in a team’s recent history who have had the largest hand on their metaphysical sporting trajectory. The English Premier League was chosen because it is the highest level of football played in an English speaking country, and I speak English. Also, it is what comes on TV here in the USA, where I fucking live. And yet still I should clarify I hate English, and also America. Thus maybe I hate myself. Should I not fail in maintaining my unpaid deadline, a new 25-Man Metaphysical Roster will appear on the 1st and 15th of every month.]

This would’ve been the listing for Chelsea, on September 1, 2018.

#1: CESAR AZPILICUETA (same as last time Chelsea was metaphysically ranked on 15-Sept-2017)

#2: N’GOLO KANTE (up from #6 last time; also previously ranked #23 still for Leicester City on 15-Feb-2018)

#3: MARCOS ALONSO MENDOZA (up from #10 last time)

#4: EDEN HAZARD (up from #5 last time)

#5: THIBAUT COURTOIS (down from #2 last time)

#6: ANTONIO RUDIGER (up from #24 last time)

#7: CESC FABREGAS (up from #11 last time)

#8: GARY CAHILL (down from #3 last time)

#9: VIKTOR MOSES

#10: WILLIAN (up from #12 last time)

#11: PEDRO (down from #8 last time)

#12: ANDREAS CHRISTIAN

#13: ALVARO MORATA

#14: TIEMOUE BAKAYOKO

#15: DAVID LUIZ (down from #7 last time)

#16: DAVIDE ZAPPACOSTA

#17: WILLY CALLABERO (previously ranked #17 for Manchester City on 15-Nov-2017)

#18: OLIVIER GIROUD (previously ranked #11 for Arsenal on 01-Oct-2017)

#19: DANNY DRINKWATER (previously ranked #16 for Leicester City on 15-Feb-2018)

#20: MICHY BATSHUAYI (down from #19 last time)

#21: DIEGO COSTA (down from #4 last time)

#22: NEMANJA MATIC (down from #9 last time; also previously ranked #4 for Manchester United on 15-Aug-2018)

#23: EMERSON PALMIERI

#24: ROSS BARKLEY (previously ranked #20 for Everton on 01-Aug-2018)

#25: JORGINHO

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unschooled hand styles from not sure

where, but they always seem to

shape themselves the way they need