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:: Sunday, September 28, 2003 ::
[ And The Rest Of It (A Celebration of Steamrolling) ]
FINALLY! Tons of new examples that validate my musical tastes (blisteringly good things tend to reside in the new Downtempo section, it would appear), though the educational value is mostly gone, seeing as I studied it so thoroughly in its old form. Just as there are radio whores and Pitchfork whores, there must be Ishkur whores. I doubt I'm so given to his tastes as to be one, but man, anyone who's got 12 seconds of "roygbiv" on their site can't be all that bad. I keep thinking I'm going to get more Orbital, but then my computer gets in the way. I need 2K. I will pay in blood. Get ME off my machine. There has been so much shit streaming from my computer that I've stopped regarding it as a labor-saving device altogether. My next machine is destined to be an iBook or something of the ilk.
It's getting way late. The Nada Surf concert with Shamie, the Really Good Talk with Jenn B, the hanging with Shmallison, the various details of the Routine, it's gonna have to wait.
:: Aziz 6:41 AM
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