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HEY CHECK IT MY BAND “” TURNING DOWN SEX”” HAS SOME NEW TRAX UP! UNMASTERED AT THE MO. CLICK ON PIC FOR MYSPACE

simonbird:

Simon Bird - bLEAK

1. Deep

2. doWn wE

3. All Hope (to die)

4. In Our Sleep

5. But Most of Us Won’t

This is my second EP. It’s shorter than my first one and I recorded it all in 2 days so it’s a little less polished than the first one, but I’m really happy with it.

Click the picture for the download or stream it online here:

http://soundcloud.com/simonbird/sets/bleak

The eponymous second EP from Simon Bird featuring my delish face on the cover

wxyzee:

The Worst Sci-fi/ Fantasy Covers.

That one has got to be one of the worst…ridiculous.

Click the pic for the link.

College is over and I seem to have less time to write and go on the computer. I must have been an excellent procrastinator.

I Sing The Body Electric is the name of my fave Weather Report album, I wonder which came first!?!?! Also that site is amazing

thesoulution:

bembacoloraaa:

Madlib

Excerpt from Miles Davis’ autobiography:

I had just finished doing an Armed Forces Day broadcast, you know, Voice of America and all that bullshit. I had just walked this pretty white girl named Judy out to get a cab. She got in the cab, and I’m standing there in front of Birdland wringing wet because it’s a hot, steaming, muggy night in August. This white policeman comes up to me and tells me to move on. At the time I was doing a lot of boxing, so I thought to myself, I ought to hit this motherfucker because I knew what he was doing. But instead I said, “Move on, for what? I’m working downstairs. That’s my name up there, Miles Davis,” and I pointed to my name on the marquee all up in lights.

He said, “I don’t care where you work, I said move on! If you don’t move on I’m going to arrest you.”

I just looked at his face real straight and hard, and I didn’t move. Then he said, “You’re under arrest!” He reached for his handcuffs, but he was stepping back. Now, boxers had told me that if a guy’s going to hit you, if you walk toward him you can see what’s happening. I saw by the way he was handling himself that the policeman was an ex-fighter. So I kind of leaned in closer because I wasn’t going to give him no distance so he could hit me on the head He stumbled, and all his stuff fell on the sidewalk, and I thought to myself, Oh, shit, they’re going to think that I fucked with him or something. I’m waiting for him to put the handcuffs, on, because all his stuff is on the ground and shit. Then I move closer so he won’t be able to fuck me up. A crowd had gathered all of a sudden from out of nowhere, and this white detective runs in and BAM! hits me on the head. I never saw him coming. Blood was running down the khaki suit I had on. Then I remember Dorothy Kilgallen coming outside with this horrible look on her face—I had known Dorothy for years and I used to date her good friend Jean Bock—and saying, “Miles, what happened?” I couldn’t say nothing. Illinois Jacquet was there, too.

It was almost a race riot, so the police got scared and hurried up and got my ass out of there and took me to the 54th Precinct, where they took pictures of me bleeding and shit. So, I’m sitting there, madder than a motherfucker, right? And they’re saying to me in the station, “So you’re the wiseguy, huh?” Then they’d bump up against me, you know, try to get me mad so they could probably knock me upside my head again. I’m just sitting there, taking it all in, watching every move they make.