in the latest video from the chemical brothers, movement is personified by green waves floating above a black canvas. interjecting faces, circles and images of spilt liquid, the only move left, is to the dance floor.
"it all catches up with you"
there's a heatwave going through los angeles and there's nothing more refreshing than sitting face-first into an air conditioning vent. but if you're like most folks and your only access to that centralized freeze is via the front seat of your car, then i highly suggest throwing this on repeat to accompany the circular trips around the block.
filipinos have very particular traditions about death. after someone passes, you pray the rosary everyday for 10 days. family members gather upon tables of food and pray. even those (like my brother and myself) who no longer believe in organized religion, we still gather and in reverence, put our heads down and honor the departed. filipinos also recognize the 40th day. the 40th day since they left us. today marks that day for my tita babes. she was honestly one of the sweetest people i have ever come across and the third family member we've said goodbye to in three years. it never gets easier and the void never really finds time to heal. but i wanted to tell my uncle ray, my poppa kelly and my tita babes that none of you have been forgotten. we miss you like it was yesterday and we live knowing that you've all enriched us in your own ways.
-t
when the walkman's 2008 gem, You & Me came out, i was inundated with so much good music at the time, it unfortunately went widely unnoticed. it didn't reappear onto my radar again until a year later, when i met this guy totally obsessed with the record.
fast forward another year and while that particular guy isn't around anymore, his affection for the new york based five piece has left an imprint on me. with their sixth studio album, Lisbon due this September, personal anticipation is even higher thanks to the release of the record's first single, "stranded".
brass heavy and heartbreakingly romantic, it's once again a tale of love lost, but this time set against the infamous and lonely bourbon-soaked streets of new orleans.
if you don't want me, you can tell me,
-t
the definition of and the difference between love and lust adjust as easily as the hands on an analog clock. taking into consideration the variables of mood, past experiences and naivety, what ultimately aligns both words depends on (varying amounts of) pleasure.
over 10 years ago, the iconic line "pitbull in a skirt" was uttered by then platinum bowl-cut rapper, Eve, to solidify her stance in the male-dominated world of hiphop. since then, i immediately deemed every lone chick who rolled with a collective of guys as such. although not quite as grimy or rugged as Eve's 1998 incarnation, TOKiMONSTA, is definitely low end theory's modern day pitbull.
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