Link:
DJ Lobsterdust

I’ve been in a kind of funk. I find solace in music. This is a relative oldie, but goodie from French band, Phoenix 

Lyrics:

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can’t control
They say love ain’t nothing but a sore
I don’t even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don’t you know I’m so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won’t tell
Whatever it is it can’t be named
There’s a part of my world that’ s fading away
You know I don’t want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there’s much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I’m feeding the enemy
I’m in league with the foe
Blame me for what’s happening
I can’t try, I can’t try, I can’t try…
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after al
lSomeday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
It’s like somebody took my place
I ain’t even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn’t know
There are things in my life I can’t control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I’ll come through I don’t know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Link:
Phoenix’s website

The last song off the latest album from Wilco. I like it.

Here is a live performance of the song.

Lyrics:

 Everything alive must die
Every building built to the sky will fall
Don’t try to tell me my everlasting love is a lie

Everlasting
Everything
Oh nothing could be anything at all

Every wave that hits the shore
Every book that I adored
Gone
Like a circus gone by a troubadour
Everlasting love, forever more

Everlasting
Everything
Oh nothing could mean anything at all

Oh I know this might sound sad
Everything goes for the good and the bad
So it all adds up and you should be glad
Everlasting love is all you have

Everlasting
Everything
Oh nothing could mean anything at all

Link:
WILCO

Even though you’re well intentioned
One or two or three things you mentioned
Leave a taste familiar to me so
Even with a slight sarcastic
A ripple in a voice elastic
I could crack the slightest code of woe

You look familiar, I know you
We’ve met before, is it not true?
I’m zero, don’t waste words with me
Here’s not the chamber for it

What do you mean?
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you as I do
What do you mean?
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you like I do

Find it at the further reaches
Smelling like a rose or peaches
Crippling the hardest pig nose shell
Find it when I look in your eyes
A little spark that would be kingsize
The mirror does no justice to your spell

You look familiar, I know you
We’ve met before, is it not true?
I’m zero, don’t waste words with me
Here’s not the chamber for it

What do you mean?
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you as I do
What do you mean?
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you like I do

This is What It Became is my favorite of the bunch..Check it:

The NPR article….

The latest viral video doesn’t just come from YouTube — it’s a remix of it. Amateur musicians with video cameras and homemade gadgets are all the playthings of an Israel-based musician and producer named Kutiman, who blends their sounds and images into unique songs. To date, his videos have accumulated more than 3 million views and climbing.

In an interview with Melissa Block, Kutiman says he was searching for guitar licks on YouTube when he came across a drummer explaining a funky groove. It inspired a slew of mash-ups.

“It was so funky with him just playing and talking,” Kutiman says. “I said, ‘All it’s missing is music.’ “

While it’s easy to find someone playing a trumpet or a piano on YouTube, it’s hard not to wonder how Kutiman finds something like the mechanical monster that pervades “This Is What It Became.” The answer is simple enough: the perpetual time-waster called “Related Videos.” Kutiman says a search for a toy piano yields a right-column worth of odd electric toys and instruments, all ripe for combination.

The whole process took Kutiman about two months — “with no food and no sunlight,” he says. Given that he’s a musician and a producer himself, one might think that Kutiman would get bored working with such mundane subject material.

“Actually, the other way around,” Kutiman says. “After I finished this project, I found it really boring to play something myself — to compose a song or play guitar or play bass, it really looked boring to me. It has no video in it, it has no person in it, and it has no other life in it. It was fascinating to work on it. It was the most incredible project I’ve worked on.”

Links:
thru-you.com
Remixing YouTube, One Video At A Time, All Things Considered, NPR, 3/16/2009

Grammy Award-winning band, Kings of Leon will be performing at the Forum in Los Angeles on August 22nd, 2009. They are currently touring and promoting their latest album Only by the Night. 

Sex on Fire is the best single on the album. It’s catchy; i like it! Peep the music video:

Kings of Leon – Sex On Fire (Official Music Video) – Watch the top videos of the week here
 

If you want to sing along, here are the lyrics:

Lay where you’re laying
Don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching
They’re watching

All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
Talking

You
Your sex is on fire

Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I’m driving
I’m driving

Soft lips are open
Them nuckles is pale
Feels like you’re dying
Your dying

You
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it

But it’s not forever
But it’s just tonight
Oh we’re still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire

And so
Were the words to transpire

And you
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

Link:
Get Tickets Here
Kings of Leon

Travis, one of my favorite bands, will be visiting Los Angeles to promote their 6th album, Ode to J. Smith. They will be playing 4/10/09 at the Music Box at the Fonda. Tickets can be purchased on presale from Ticketmaster with password JSMITH.

*Update* I found out that Travis will aslo be performing at the House of Blues in Anaheim the day before, 4/09/09. Get Tickets >here<

Check out the music video:

Links:
Ticketmaster (pre-sale password: JSMITH)
Travis band website
Music Box at the Fonda