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Baby Face Leroy - "Late Hours at Midnight" Blues Is Killin' Me Song recorded in 1952. Compilation released in 1990. Blues

For any blues enjoyers out there, I highly recommend a little-known compilation called Blues Is Killin' Me, which is available on both YouTube and Spotify, and highlights a bunch of songs that were recorded but never released by the small, yet important J.O.B. label out of Chicago in the early 50s. Baby Face Leroy Foster didn't end up releasing much in his career, but following a snafu that resulted in his departure from Muddy Waters' band after Muddy had been caught breaching his contract with Chess Records' predecessor when he played on one of Foster's own songs outside of the label and was then made to record his own version of it in order to destroy the sales of Foster's (crazy!), Leroy decided to go full solo-dolo and recorded not only what would end up becoming Blues Is Killin' Me's title track, but this little "Late Hours at Midnight" beaut too. Leroy sings and provides the guitar while the legendary Sunnyland Slim's responsible for the textured and fluttering keys, which accompany Leroy's own occasional vocal vibrato nicely 👍.

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Space Dementia, III.

The rain passed none of its wisdom through osmosis.

Remember the pools of dementia, and the trees inside them. How they want to drown in their birthday suits.

"When it's not winter, it's trichotillomania", you say. Flames burning to be green; sidewalks crawling with self-harm.

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space dementia, iv.

after the rain, you biography the voices in your head in rainbow order.

it doesn't flash flood conscious.

one of the villagers builds a lightning tower out of bottle caps, out of "instant winners".

it doesn't flash flood conscious.

rub together war nickels until Jefferson doesn't recognize himself, opposite himself-- until the year is a memory.

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Our shadows were running late

The sun shined on Do Not Disturb mode

The message was there is no message.

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You'll keep waiting for the sky to settle on your shoulders, as if to say "there, there"

Practice solving for missing digits, until clouds aren't pointless

Use baby formula when ice swaddled, when rain sans rain.

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Despite being a big Sugar Ray fan, never heard Mark McGrath on this Snot track from their sophomore album; and I have to think that's because of the odd decision to credit him by his first name only? In fact, every artist on here is credited mononymously (e.g., Fred Durst as "Fred" and so on).

The world could have used more funk metal Sugar Ray ... Gritty, nu-metal Mark is also 👌.

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Nah I got it.

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"Frisson—those spine-tingling chills you get when music hits just right—is surprisingly not universal. Studies suggest that about 50–55% of people experience frisson when listening to music. Those who do tend to have brains wired for stronger emotional responses, with more connections between their auditory and emotional processing centers".

I must be eating right. Neurochemical balance is ⚡ today.

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Chocobo race for Tidus' ultimate weapon in Final Fantasy X. Only time in my adult life that I can even remember experiencing gamer rage. 😆

Replaying your favorite vido game and getting to your least favorite part again

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New Child - Yaponesia Sakura

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Listening to an old episode of Steve Austin's podcast. TIL that Jerry Lawler is straight edge? Jerry, "Never in my life had a sip, not even a taste, of beer, wine, whiskey, any alcohol, never taken any drugs, never smoked". 😲

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From the July 1995 edition of GamesMaster magazine.

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I can picture Tidus of the early goin's of FFX as a heel commentator. He definitely starts off as a bit of a brat, not to mention that he is a rule breaker (entering the cloister of trials as a non-guardian). He has something to work with here. 😂

(For the non-wrestling crowd: heel commentators speak from the POV of the villain wrestlers / support the villains during a match)

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A few weeks ago Preoccupations released a new single called "Focus", and it's the first taste of their upcoming 5th LP, Ill at Ease. On "Focus", the band continue to rein in the ferocity of their early work for a nervy, more immediate, goth-leaning post-punk palette. The abrupt knocking right out of the gates teases a much more aggressive arrangement that quickly eases into an unusually melodic post-punk progression. The guitars are brighter, the rhythm locks into a snappier groove, and frontman Matt Flegel's vocal melody is more assured than we typically hear from them, but true to the impending album's title, the sentiments on display still revel in despair.

"The diagnosis is/I'm doing my best/To forget everything that I know/But I can't shake the shame of mistakes that I made/It must have happened here a thousand years ago" Flegel moans throughout the hook, encircled by a driving baseline and those jangly guitars that belie the unnerving sentiments on display. In addition to the heightened level of polish, there are some particularly enveloping synth arrangements that sporadically emerge throughout the course of "Focus" that give it a more distinctive flavor than the bulk of their more recent work. While there's nothing about "Focus" that's going to shift anyone's perception of what Preoccupations do, it's yet another satisfying cut that showcases their immense versatility within their narrow sonic parameters.

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“I would suggest that if you spend less time running away from problems and trying to rid yourself of them - and more time accepting problems as an inevitable, natural, even important part of life - you will soon discover that life can be more of a dance and less of a battle.”

— Richard Carlson