a collection of savage and bitter facebook posts induced by over the counter cold medication

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resuming bike setup and testing

so pulling the new bike i'd only ridden a few times before i injured myself was like making out with a sexy woman you want to um, "grunt" with...but not quite going all the way.

criminy, this marin only has a hundred and sixty miles on it!

as it is, i think i need to shorten the stem just a nip to fit my riding style and maybe soften up the suspension a tad--since i've actually LOST weight during four months of relative inactivity.

at any rate, i took it REALLY easy and stuck to the easiest trails in golden gate park i could find with a few minor exceptions.

i'll tell you what, as compared to my first ride back on a 29er hardtail, praise be to the life giving sun for 120mm of suspension. i hardly feel anything through the shoulder i dislocated!

i think i'll stick to easy rides in GG park every other day for a week or two, then i'll start grinding up those fire roads in marin.

chasing trains and eating poorly

yesterday, my friend patrick picked me up bright and early, after which we drove east to stockton, then south through the valley. our goal was to watch trains between stockton and a bit south of merced to chase trains on the BNSF stockton subdivision between richmond and fresno. here's a few of the photos:

next weekend, the plan is to check out the union pacific around pinole and elsewhere in the east bay. stay tuned!

back in the saddle!

the medical people said it was OK for me to ride, so long as i don't do any crazy shit. golden gate park doesn't have much extreme terrain which is why i chose the hardtail--with the new dualie i'd have been tempted to ride stuff which might require sudden tests of my range of motion which likely might require further hospital visits, possible surgeries and all that bad juju.

as it is, i'm able to deal with moderate terrain--i rode over several twelve to sixteen inch drops and felt no discomfort at all. i'm not sure how a twenty mile ride through the headlands might feel though. i'm figuring fatigue might become an issue and with that in mind, i am going to bring myself along slowly and carefully.

i'm nowhere near out of the woods yet.

to use a sports analogy, the team is still down fifteen points with four and a half minutes on the clock and one timeout remaining.

emergency rooms and taking long vacations with a fucked up arm suck!

easing back on the vitriolic throttle with pretty pictures...

why i want to tie asshole macho men down and beat them senseless with lead pipes

here is my savagely angry rant for the day--an example of why i loathe "tough guys" and "macho men" who think being dicks make them bad-asses:

hey, old white haired irish job superintendent on the new building going up just down the street from my house: you are a motherfucking dickhead asshole and your attitude towards the neighbors sucks. you could at the least smile and say "hello" to the locals instead of glaring and spitting like the living, breathing chunk of horse-shit you are.

i know how you act towards people, you fuck. i've been watching you and the miserable ugly condo you're building since the very beginning. the screaming tirade into your cell phone a few months ago cemented my opinion of you as a overpaid fuckhead.

i hope the building you're working on collapses and burns and that every job you're in charge of is a miserable fucking money-draining failure.

you goddamned irish contractor asshole. you get back what you put out. one look at you tells me you're a racist, misogynistic, alcoholic waste of flesh.

i would whack you HARD right across booze-reddened fucking forehead with my unused aluminum 780mm bike handlebar on general principles if i had the use of two arms.

if there is any bad-attitude sonofabitch on this planet that needs a good, painful sucker punch that causes severe damage to your facial bones, it's you.

i'll bet you treat your workers quite badly too, you pinched-face asshole. it's obvious they absolutely hate seeing you drive up to the job in your british douche-mobile. the expressions on their faces when the white land rover appears tells me all i need to know of what the men working this job feel about you, shithead.

i wonder if you savagely beat your wife and children at the end of the day. everything about your demeanor and attitude tells me your family likely despises you too, because you're a miserable, angry man who is very small and filled with hate and fear inside.

why do some tradesmen, especially the bosses, have to be such goddamned dicks to everybody they make contact with?

is anyone capable of reasonable and rational thoughts?

By U.S. Navy investigation board - U.S. Navy military archieves, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1359036

here's an excerpt of a comment made on a facebook post:

(remember i spent much of my time in school during my youth reading about WW2 and doodling P-51 mustangs in class while i should have been working out long division problems--i became much better at drawing a P-51 than calculating the square root of a rat's ass)

what i mean to say is some will take a grain of truth and blow that little grain completely out of proportion for ideological purposes. i'm thinking a lot about japan's attempts to surrender before the a-bombs were used and the overall situation at the time.

now, using the bombs on hiroshima and nagasaki was barbaric...i won't argue about that with anyone--but in the context of the situation, president truman and the U.S. government and the allies were looking at a physical invasion of japan which would have very likely resulted in a horrible, prolonged bloodbath for both sides.

beside the incomprehensible casualty factor, few people remember how the russians went into manchuria against the LARGE japanese force still there on august 9, 1945 (which, once the invasion and battle of japan were underway could be diverted from the asian continent to the home islands with some difficulty--likely suffering heavy losses resulting from allied bombing of troop ships). once again, in the context of the times, the united states government did NOT want the soviets to become too much involved in the political reconfiguration of asia.

we all ought to know what happened in east and southeast asia, anyway. let's discuss that at a later time.

so. the japanese were talking surrender. the islands were already in shambles. that's why the bombs ought not to have been used.

millions of ill-informed people accept this simplistic logic.

ONCE AGAIN, LET'S THINK WITHIN THE CONTEXT OF THE TIMES WITH SOME DEGREE OF OB-JECT-IVITY

never mind that if an invasion had taken place, unspeakable numbers of japanese civilians and military personnel would have perished during the final battle for the home islands. what's more, there is no doubt whatsoever in my mind curtis lemay and chester nimitz would have continued unrelenting air and naval bombardment of the islands, resulting in further heavy casualties.

the revisionists also conveniently sidestep the fact xx bomber command had been area bombing japanese cities with incendiary ordnance starting in 1944, a brutal practice which would have likely continued for the duration of the conflict.

curtis lemay. remember him and what he was about? if you don't, do some reading.

now, when a well informed, rational head of state whose nation has endured four brutal years of unrestricted warfare and its accompanying casualties is presented with facts like those i've laid out (and probably many more which were and still may be classified) what is the choice?

unpolluted by partisan ideological blinders. (although the soviets were a serious consideration for several obvious reasons)

WHAT...IS...THE...CHOICE?

right.

you are going to put an end to this pacific war shit any way you can.

TAIG. (that's All I Got)

don't eat the liquid fish-shits

modern over the counter cold medication makes me crazy and mean.

many ill-tempered and wildly talented people i once loathed but grew to love know this for a fact.

now before anyone types some numbnuts shit, i'm SERIOUS here. don't feed the beast or shoot gasoline on the bonfire.

my...suffering...is..real!

mouth breathing just ain't RIGHT!

it's when i can't take the snot, man, it's that fucking horrible thick goopy vile grey snot, struggling and half-breathing out of one nostril and all that. you combine having a head full of glop with the fact i've still got a seriously jacked shoulder and hey presto, jackass!

that god damned pretentious bubbly-smiley happy-grab-ass holiday spirit is hard to come by.

smoking dope is a no-go, too--i don't care what you're smoking it in today--no pipes, bongs or joints for me the next forty eight hours. i don't want 'em! that's why we have semi-legal-soon-to-be-legal pot in the wonderful state of california and it was a nice day to walk to the dispensary on geary to re-up on my chocolate blueberries.

why give the unholy plague-schlarve in your nostrils more particulate matter to struggle around?

the goal is to make it through tonight with no over-the-counter cold remedies--and ease my misery with green tea with lemon and honey and those tiny little balls in a blue tin.

if you hear me cursing and raging please don't be afraid: the cheap grocery store meds haven't worn off yet. sometimes i wonder what's put in these things at the factory matches what's in those evil little red caplets.

maybe i should just eat the whole goddamn tin of berries at once...

random anxieties 22.11.17

shivering at the thought of seriously slaggo-ing myself in a bike crash while i was out alone at night.


fuck all that.


there's not a lot of folks out after the sun sets at the places i ride outside of the city. if it were golden gate park, the coyotes would be nipping at my nuts while the homeless meth-heads rummaged through my pockets and hydration pack, slithering off into the green darkness with my gear and low-level iphone towards the dealer's house.


any meth dealer in his right mind (a ludicrous presumption) would probably hand a toothless baked pseudoephedrine-and-road-flare freak about fifteen dollars for my osprey and its contents--partly because a lot of meth users and dealers are stupid motherfuckers who wouldn't know what my c02-inflator and tire levers are for. tire levers to them might make good meth-scoops.


mister or ms Retail Street Level Drug Dealer/Fence would probably tell the drug addled derelicts to get the fuck out of his/her house.


maybe i ought to stock up on signature care non drowsy daytime cold and flu relief to stimulate my creative juices and to hell with my somewhat intact liver.


my merciless and acidic degradation of those poor, helpless drug addicts needs to stop here as well.


hurting myself on a mountain bike is the subject here...we'll talk about my disconcerting summer living with the Stern Grove/26th avenue Criminal Methamphetamine Circus in 1985 another day.


i have ridden many times solo in the exact spot that wretched tree activated its tractor beam and drew me into its greasy, ragged trunk with mind-boggling speed and purposeful force. what i did to offend or fascinate old mean grandpa grease tree is a mystery to me and probably will be until the end of my days.


maybe i'll skip this location at night while i'm on solo missions and stick to the easier fire trails traversing the area in the presidio of san francisco. who needs crippling psychological hang ups when one can blissfully ignore them?


them nasty cheap grocery store meds filled with distilled fish shit have not worn off yet and i'm starting to feel a little crazier than i ought to.


time for more kank-kank berries...

shredding the waves at rodeo beach

the first in a series of black rock city reflections (2006)

PHOTO--shekky speaking his mind on pedopheliacs at the rant-o-matic

IT WAS and always has been a great time for me but i think that eight straight years of attending the Burning Man Festival has been enough at this point.

the time has come for a year away from burning man. plenty of my burner friends have taken a year or two off from the event and have returned with a renewed vigor and it is my feeling that this time has come for shekky and my blib blib agrees. don't get me wrong, i think that Black Rock City is a wonderful place in which to spend up to about nine days but in 2007, my girl and i are thinking about doing something a little different with the who-knows-how-much money we shell out each summer on Things Burning Man. maybe we'll drive and camp in the desert southwest, perhaps the grand canyon via las vegas, making a railfanning stop at the tehachapi loop and four wheeling the rugged dirt roads in red rock canyon state park along the way.

yes, i know only two days have passed since half of the radio free burning man crew sat in our cars wondering why the exodus was taking so goddamned long but my feelings of taking a year off started rising to the surface like hot water being forced up between cracks in the earth sometime sunday afternoon.

radio free burning man may also not return to black rock city in 2007 as well. gordon has been pretty much single handedly transporting, building and storing the first pirate radio station in black rock city about ten of our twelve years of existance, and he is definately showing some outward signs of Playa Burnout. even though we were blessed with our largest set up and tear down crews in years at the 2006 event, i could see the exhaustion and exasperation in gordon's face when blib blib and i arrived on thursday. if radio free burning man will be broadcasting on the playa during 2007, we will need a large infusion of cash from non staffers and charge hefty camp dues so that we're able to rent a large truck to transport the station from the storage facility in empire in ONE trip, rather than several small loads in gordon's tiny ford ranger with a u haul trailer lashed on to it.

if DJ big E had not been able to work out a deal where we were able to borrow a box van, gordon would almost certainly be still unloading station parts TODAY, wednesday in empire--and i'm sure that he would have been threatened by BLM rangers with a ticket for not leaving the playa on time.

on the other hand, this year was probably one of the absolute best radio free burning man camps ever. i guess the fact that RFBM's camp last year turned out to be such a rousing success was the primary factor in convincing a number of long time RFBM staffers to camp with us in 2006--we were blessed with the presence of big E, nevergirl, DJ shoe and greg rose (who had taken the last TWO years off) along with chalkie (another staffer who has taken multiple years off) and stinky pits, not to mention the friends that we dragged along with us just for fun. we had a big dome that stinky pits hauled south from seattle to hide under during the heat of the day, the front porch of the RFBM building to watch the three o'clock/anxious parade roll by and my top notch barbequed meats every night to keep all of our bellies happy.

our programming this year seemed to be right up there among the best years of radio free burning man's history on the playa, from the tracks greg rose selected from his vast collection of music that he brings to the playa to big E's absolutely hilarious interjections over BMIR's five o clock newscasts. cooling man indeed! i might add that my four shows were probably some of the best radio shows i've done in seven years of working with RFBM--the fact that i was sober during each two hour set was probably an important factor. i'll post my four playlists sometime over the next four days.

maybe these next four days will soften my attitude towards making my way to black rock city in 2007.  we'll see. there are so many, MANY reasons to return to the playa next year--the fact that blib blib and i love hot weather and sunlight is right there at the top of that list, along with the wonderful, fun people  i've met on the playa, year after year and the incredible sense of community. now is the time for me to type in caps while i THANK THE DAMN TEXANS CAMP FOR ALLOWING RADIO FREE BURNING MAN TO USE THEIR GENERATOR POWER FOR TWO AND A HALF DAYS AFTER WE RAN SHORT ON PROPANE.  WE ARE FOREVER INDEBTED TO YOU WONDERFUL BURNERS FROM TEXAS!!! ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS ASK NICELY, AND YOU HELPED US OUT JUST LIKE NEIGHBORS OUGHT TO! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!

it's good to know that for all of the negative things lots of people spew about burning man, the intense sense of a tightly knit community still exists. i don't suppose anything will ever change that, even though black rock city grows larger every year.

this year, there were probably ten thousand more participants than in 1999, my first weekend in black rock city. the fact that thirty nine thousand participants now choke nevada state route 447 rather than twenty five thousand cannot be ignored and one can feel those extra ten thousand souls in every corner of black rock city. julia blib blib and i felt them at the trash fence on saturday just around sunset, we felt them at the rant o matic, and especially at the serpent mother performance on friday, which we bailed on due to the crowds and julia's eleven o clock radio show at RFBM. maybe if blib blib and me don't come back to burning man next year, we'll either be doing our small part to ease up what is now becoming a congested feeling on the playa, or we'll open up two new spaces for a pair of freshed faced virgin burners, anxious to know the taste and smell of playa dust.

i think i've mentioned earlier that radio free burning man may not be back at burning man next year, either. if such is the case, julia and i definately won't have a compelling reason to pack our gear and step on the gas eastwards in 2007 unless BMIR opens their arms to us, which is something i'm not holding my breath for.  once again, we'll see, we'll see.

gordon and i are talking about bringing some small part of RFBM to the san francisco decompression in october, probably the big sign on the roof of our building and a small sound system from which we'll play back some of the wonderful programming we broadcast over black rock city in 2005 AND 2006. i still have some stickers to give away so feel free to find us, where we'll have a nice chat about our experiences on the playa, both from this year and from the past.

maybe, just maybe, somebody might give me a reason to return to black rock in 2007 that i can't refuse...

the orgasmatrain limited thursday 07.08.10 6-9 AM KUSF 90.3FM

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"keep your eyes peeled for the fog weasels. they are relentless"

yes--awaken
blossom toes--when the alarm clock rings
JANE WEAVER AND SEPTIEME SOUER--EUROPIUM ALLUMINATE SUITE

RUDY VENTURA--YAMASUKI (ABSOLUTE BELTER)
MIKE PATTON--DEEP DOWN
stonebreath--listen listen listen
JONSI--BOY LILIKOI

fela kuti--i.t.t.
KONONO NO 1--MAMA NA BANA
evalisto muyinda--sinamwa ku mwenge muka
ERIKA BADU--LOVE
my life with the thrill kill kult--starmartyr
FUNKI PORCINI--BELISHA BEACON
yamamato seiichi--movin'

MARK MCGUIRE--TRIPS THROUGH THE PARK
spiritualized--i think i'm in love

SOFT MACHINE--GESOLREUT
head--white giant
love and rockets--an american dream

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KUSF 07.04.10 6-10 PM Trains Songs and Sounds/Jukebox w/ Stereo Steve

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jimi hendrix--hear my train a comin
clearance clearwater revival--graveyard train
REM--driver 8
mission of burma--train (on the spot radio edit)

freakwater--little black train
otis rush--so many roads, so many trains
lightnin' slim--mean old lonesome train
red lorry, yellow lorry--last train
the cramps--drug train
the cure--jumpin' someone else's train
alkaline trio--trucks and trains

haymarket square--the train kept a rollin'

steve reich--different trains (1) america: before the war
jack kerouac--october in railroad earth
mahommed rafi, asha bhosle & chorus--pal do pal ka saath hamaara

utah phillips--daddy, what's a train?
johnny cash--chain gang
rolling stones--silver train
join in--chicago train

soft machine--the man who waved at trains

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the lines - house of cracks
creation rebel - threat to creation
olivia tremor control - the opera house
jonathan richman and the modern lovers - rockin' shopping center
xtc - ella guru
snakefinger (with the residents) - the spot
this heat - 24 track loop

LES THUGS - STORIES
NED'S ATOMIC DUSTBIN - TERMINALLY GROOVY
FACE TO FACE - DISCONNECTED
POSTER CHILDREN - DYNAMITE CHAIR
POP SICKLE - THAT'S WHEN I REACH FOR MY REVOLVER
MISSION OF BURMA - FORGET
THE DENTISTS - BOX OF SUN
NEW BOMB TURKS - BROTHER ORSON WELLES
BITCH MAGNET - C WORD

can - father cannot yell
r.e.m. - wolves lower
39 clocks - psychotic louie louie
the fall - c.r.e.e.p.
funki porcini - groover
chrome - perfumed metal
wipers - the chill remains
miles davis - great expectations (excerpt)

MARBLE SHEEP - LIKE A BIRD
PERPLEXA - LATE NIGHT
CLOCKBRAINS-DROPPED FROM THE SUN
CLOCKBRAINS - DROPPED FROM THE SUN

KUSF Thursday 06.10.10 6-9 AM The Orgasmatrain Limited

"better than getting yelled at by the preacher"

nik raicevic--cannabis sativa
TARTUFI--ENGINEERING

ozric tentacles--dance of the loomi
NICE NICE--A VIBRATION
bruce haack--wooden bread
FUNKI PORCINI--THE MAGIC HANDS OF FERNANDO DEL REY
land of the loops--multi family garage sale
flash--dreams of heaven
SOFT MACHINE--FANFARE/ALL WHITE/LINK 1 LINK 2/37 1/2/LINK 3/RIFF

LOS ORIENTALES DE PARAMONGA--CAPTURA DE LOBOS (CUMBIA BEAT VOL.1)
santana--la fuente de ritmo
JEFE IRONSIDE--LOS MISMOS (ABSOLUTE BELTER)
steve reid--free spirits unknown
vince guaraldi--christmas is coming

dr suess--green eggs and ham
THE FALL--MEXICO WAX SOLVENT
the cult--nirvana

rovo--sukhna

ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE--IN "A"

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KUSF Friday 05.28.10 Midnight-3 AM The Orgasmatrain Limited

NYMPH--NAMU
GASOLINE STEW AND THE DUMP--PORK TOILET
THE FALL--COWBOY GEORGE

SOFT MACHINE--GESOLREUT
MUSHROOM--JERRY RUBIN, HE AIN'T HEAVY, HE'S MY BROTHER
NICE NICE--BIG BOUNCE
GROWING PUMPS--DRONE BURGER
ETIENNE JAMET--THROUGH THE STRATA

MARK MCGUIRE--THE PASSING OF THE ROAD CHIEF
THE ALPS--LE VOYAGE
LOS DESTELLOS--GAUDJIRA SICODELICA (CUMBRIA BEAT VOL 1)
FUSIONNE--CICLOS (ABSOLUTE BELTER)
ANIBAL VELASQUEZ Y SU CONJUNTO--VESTIDO NUEVO

PRINS THOMAS--WENDY NOT WALTER
TARTUFI--FLEET WEEK/THE CORRUPTION OF INCREDIBLE INVENTIONS
JONSI--BOY LILLIKOI

SIERRA LEONE'S ALL STARS--GLOBAL THREAT
SAXON LEE AND THE SHADOWS INTERNATIONAL--MIND YOUR BUSINESS (NIGERIA AFROBEAT SPECIAL)
MICH BARR & NONDOR NEVAI--UNTITLED

ERIKAH BADU--LOVE

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KUSF Sunday 05.23.20 8-10 PM Jukebox

pierre henry and michel colombier--psyche rock/invisible mix by w. orbit
negativland--time zones
cop shoot cop--corporate protopop
hydopods--exotic animals/pets
plainfield--otis spunkmeijer
husker du--celebrated summer

smashing pumpkins--rhinoceros
the verve--slide away
alpha stone--fall on me

little jimmy gandy--i'm not like the others
stevie wonder--every time i see you i go wild
archie bell and the drells--tighten up part 2
the impressions--fool for you
aretha franklin--goin' down slow
aretha franklin--baby baby baby
the fontane sisters--daddy o
beat happening--black candy
ooioo--right hand ponk
bachir attar--ceremonies against the night of the devil
farafina--dounounia

three dog night--the writing's on the wall
the accent--winds of change
andromeda--let's all watch the sky fall down

eloy--inside

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KUSF O5.07.10 Midnight-3 AM The Orgasmatrain Limited

sometimes, you gotta blast the carbon out of your pipes...

loop--from center to wave
bloodthirsty butchers--thursday afternoon
mission of burma--all world cowboy romance
built to spill--the plan
overwhelming colorfast--how it should be
asian kung fu generation--n.g.s.
no trend--teen love

WHITE HILLS--POLVERE DISTELE
MOON DUO--MOTORCYCLE, I LOVE YOU

friend sound--the empire of light
MAYOR DALEY--CHOICES
ex girl--hao hao

SIERRA LEONE ALL STARS--GBREE MANI
buari--advice from father
miroslav vitous--i will tell him on you
LOLA--THE VAN/JON'S DUB (BLANK GENERATION)

FOUR TET--SING
THOMAS FEHLMANN--BERLINER LUFTIKUS
bibio--fire ant
JUNK CULTURE--WEST COAST
dee lite--music selector is the soul reflector
konono no 1--paradiso
SEGUN BUCKNOR'S REVOLUTION--GBOMOJO (NIGERIA AFROBEAT SPECIAL)
chute libre--spasmolune
dan ar bras--mort et immersion de malusen fin du voyage

windharpen--baobab

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the orgasmatrain limited friday 04-30-10 midnight-3 AM

"coasting through the cosmos in comfort and class"

little richard--nuki suki
ERIKHA BADU--LOVE
THOMAS FEHLMANN--SCHWERELOS
subway--lowlife

flash--dreams of heaven
TARTUFI--HOLE OR SPACE
a child's guide to rhythm--side one, part one
stereolab--strobo acceleration
PRINS THOMAS--SLANGEMUSIKK
tangerine dream--journey through a burning brain

ANIBAL VALASQUEZ Y SU CONJUNTO--QUE PASO
bobby hughes--my french brother
LEVER BROTHER'S GAY FLAMINGOS--EGBI MI O (BLACK MAN'S CRY)

the fall--kurious orange
DEVIN AND GARY--BEHIND THE SUNGLASSES
hiro yanagida--uncertain trip

FOUR TET--LOVE CRY
hudson mohawk--gluetooth
KING MIDAS SOUND--I MAN
burning spear--should i

KID606--MILD PUREED EGO

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the orgasmatrain limited friday 04.16.10 midnight-3 am

liquorball--evolutionary squalor side "A"
jimi hendrix--machine gun

SEGUN BUCKNOR--ADEBO (BLACK MAN'S CRY)
osibisa--oranges
LYDIA LUNCH--A CRUISE TO THE MOON (BOB BLANK TAPES NYC)
evolution control committee--but i don't believe in evolution
PHANTHOM BAND--BRAIN POLICE

chute libre--jeremy
JONAS REINHARDT--ORBITER DICTA
dj spooky--peace in zaire
JUNK CULTURE--WEST COAST
nobukazu takemura--elm
s.o.s.--calypso
KID606--LOU REED GIMPED

LOOP--CARRY ME
les thugs--you wanna die
TRICLOPS--SEND CONAN HOME
after all--intangible she
CITAY--TUGBOAT
echo and the bunnymen--no dark things
NERO'S DAY AT DISNEYLAND--EULOGY FOR NICK GALVAS
victor lundberg--dear parents

rovo--canvas

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the orgasmatrain limited 04.02.10 Midnight-3 AM

PRINS THOMAS--WENDY NOT WALTER
loop guru--yayli
KID606--DIE RUMPLED EGO

ANIBAL VELASQUEZ Y SU CONJUNTO--QUE PASO
SIERRA LEONE'S REFUGEE ALL STARS--TAMAGBONDORSU
farafina--samba
vinegar--der kaiser auf der erbse

TRICLOPS--HOMEAGE TO THE MONTE CASINO/RED
thirsty moon--the trash man
THE PHANTOM BAND--RELAX
b52's--strobelight

jean pierre massiera--space woman
THE NATURAL YOGURT BAND--PIPE DREAMS
vince guaraldi--skating
FOUR TET--SING

nurse with wound--june 15
BIRD SHOW BAND--BSB SYTHESIZER SOLO
chico magnetic band--explosion
VANGELIS--STUFFED TOMATO (THE BYG DEAL)
madura--realization
TORO Y MOI--IMPRINT AFTER
animal collective--what would i want? sky

massive attack--radiation ruling the nation/protection

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