Spring 2015 Mixtape.
Grimes ft. Blood Diamonds “Go”
La Sera “Break My Heart”
Capital Steez “Last Straw”
Honeyblood “Super Rat”
Happy Meals Apero
Fisherman Remixed
Raveonettes, The “Sisters”
Godspeed You Black Emperor! “Piss Crowns Are Trebled”
Eternal Summers “Together Or Alone”
Dinner “Going Out”
Ye Olde Maids “In The Palms Of God’s Hands”
Death Grips “Inanimate Sensation”
Gateway Drugs “Night Swimming”
18+ “OIXU”
Raveonettes, The “A Hell Below”
Polysick “Barry Talks”
Ronnie Laws “Always There”
Sweet Mixture “House Of Fun And Love”
L.A. Boppers “Saturday”
Pharmakon Bestial Burden
Prurient Pleasure Ground
Tantor “Niederwohren”
Pop Eye “Lazy Haze”
Chocolate Star “Stay With Me”
Disco Ruido! “Prisma”
Soft Moon Deeper
Uniform “Footnote”
Dinner “Say What You Want (Love Is Death)”
Big Youth “Every N*gg*r Is A Star”
Sauveur Mallia “Future Vision”
Metric “The Shade”
MNDR “Lock & Load” (f. Killer Mike)
Uniform “Buyer’s Remorse”
Prurient Frozen Niagara Falls
Steve Moore “Zero-Point Field”
Disco Ruido! “Sol”
Rockwell “Childhood Memories”
Black Lips “Bad Kids”
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Jazzmatazz Volume 1. An Experimental Fusion of Hip-Hop and Jazz, Hosted by GURU, (advertising), Chrysalis, 1993. Feat. Carleen Anderson, Roy Ayers, Donald Byrd, N'Dea Davenport, Ronny Jordan, Branford Marsalis, Courtney Pine, Lonnie Liston Smith, MC Solaar, Gary Barnacle, Zachary Breaux, Dee C. Lee, Simon Law
GURU ♥
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Tech Whiz ~ Matt Devlin - Part 2 Notes.
Here’s some things that I wrote down ages ago for the second part of ‘Tech Whiz’ that have just been sitting in my drafts.
A story that I really want to continue but I just don’t think it’ll happen, not for a while anyway. So I thought these were kinda cute and wanted to share.
So enjoy 🥺
“He fancies you, you know.” She looked up from her paperwork to see Ronnie standing by the side of her desk.
Her eyebrows knitted together. “Who does?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Mattie.” She scoffed. “What? Don’t you believe me?”
“Have you seen him?”
“Yeah unfortunately I have to see him everyday.” They both smiled at each other.
Ronnie shrugged.
“He’s Matt Devlin! Charming and funny not to mention bloody Gorgeous! That man could literally have anyone he wanted. I doubt he go for someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” He shifted on the desk to face her completely.
“Alternative, think I’m a little bit too gothic for him. I could see him more with a beautiful elegant blonde on his arm.”
“Saylor.” Ronnie moved forward and grabbed her hand from the table. “Believe me when I say this, he likes you because you’re smart, funny and so different from everyone else.”
“He’s told you this?”
“Sweetheart I can’t get him to shut up about you after you’ve just said two words to each other in the office.” He just laughed at how shocked she was. “I’ll leave it with you.”
Just like that he left, she tried to go back to her paperwork but was too distracted by Ronnie’s words. Matt liked her that’s all she could think of.
“Sooo a little birdie told me something this morning.” Her back was to the owner of the voice but she knew instantly who had spoken.
“Oh yeah, well I hope whatever this information is will help me crack this password.” She still didn’t turn but continued to type away at her computer, only the small desk lamp illuminating her little space.
“Ronnie told me that you like me.” There was amusement in the man’s voice, it made her stop typing and swing around in her chair.
She was met with the handsome face of Matt, he was smirking as he leaned on the desk just behind hers.
“That’s really funny, because earlier that same little birdie came to me too. He told me that it was YOU who had a crush on me.”
He sat on the desk, still smirking at her. “Looks like he set us both up.” They just laughed.
“So?”
“So what?”
She leaned forward in her chair to get a good look at him. “It’s it true?”
He leaned forward as well, their faces inches apart. “Were you telling the truth?”
She just smiled and huffed. “I asked you first.”
“Yeah I like you.” She searched his eyes for a hint of lying but couldn’t find any, she leaned back in the chair. “Any man would be crazy not to like you.”
So Ronnie was telling the truth.
“And you?”
“Yeah.” She smiled softly at his stupid grin. “Any girl would be stupid not to.” They both started laughing as he stood and straightened his pants out.
“So can I take you out on a date?”
She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. “Maybe, we’ll see.”
She turned back to her computer but he managed to catch the massive smile on her face before she turned completely.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday then.” His voice got further away he must have been leaving.
“You don’t know where I live!” She shouted out to him.
“I can find out.” He shouted back before he was gone.
She turned to look at the door he’d left and couldn’t help but feel butterflies, was this really happening? Not only had Matt confessed to liking her but also asked her out. It all felt like a dream.
Little did they both know, someone else was listening in on their exchange.
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Speaking of the Advena Avis, it was jolly well good of Szilard to spare Nile, Denkurō Tōgō, and (*inhales, crosses fingers*) Zank Rowan like he did during that wee massacre of his. You know, the alchemists whom Majida Battuta sent in part because they were also fully qualified sailors who could pilot the ship? Those guys?
I expect that the trio did recruit and teach some of their fellow alchemists in the ways of seamanship because the more the better; just because the Advena Avis is a special ship that can be operated by far fewer people than a ship that size normally would require doesn’t mean it has to. Still... I do wonder how the ship and its immortal survivors would have faired without the Battuta Boys. Majida Men.
Y’think Ronny would have deigned to do the survivors a compensatory solid by ensuring fair weather and fish galore for the rest of the trip? I mean, he gives the mortals immortality, and what do they do? First thing one of them does is eat thirteen—whoop, sixteen, bye-bye Battuta Boys—there goes the most qualified if not only sailors on board. Szilard’s bad, but still. Oof.
Frankly, as much as the majority of passengers were nerds alchemists who could certainly busy themselves during the transatlantic journey with some paper and pen, some of them might even have welcomed learning the ship’s ropes and engaging in the physical busywork, despite how hard that work was, because...well, that would keep their minds off the massacre. Also, entertainment and activities were, I imagine, limited, since fleeing the city as fugitives probably didn’t leave much time for packing such possessions.
On the other hand, picturing the alchemists emerging from the catacombs to dash past the burning buildings toward the Advena Avis with instruments (musical and alchemical) on their backs, dice, chess pieces, and knucklebones in their pockets, and books in their rucksacks is somewhat compelling. Ah, imagination. The original entertainment.
Edit: What are the chances that resident noodle LFV would have pitched in to blend in vs. LFV worming his way out of helping every single time? Patching the ship with oakum? Can’t, sorry; it’s time for Czes’ bath. Painting the rails? Excuse me, but I must pen a wrought memoir lamenting Szilard’s wretched deeds. If only I were the writer that my dear friend Jean was...
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