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Blame Michaelangelo.
Friday, April 5, 2002 -- 10:19 a.m.
Well, it's up. Not much to say right now except for that. Well, that and you have a certain Mr. Matos to thank for all this. I sort of considered him as part of the "Critics I Think Could Use A Whap Upside The Head" list when he wrote for City Pages and spent a fair amount of column space deriding Underworld and Primal Scream, but I'm over that now.
Michaelangelo did make a rather bold statement a few months back on my in-a-good-way insanity, mostly concerning this project I posted on The Art Of The Mix, which involves creating a series of CDs- all at least one hour in length (recently changed to 70 minutes) and devoted to a year in music from 1977 to 2001. The catch, of course, is that I can't use the same band or artist in more than one volume (though I did cheat- Ultramagnetic MCs in '88 and Dr. Octagon in '96; Green River in '86 and Mudhoney in '88; Girls Against Boys in '96 and New Wet Kojak in '00). This proved to be pretty tricky, especially in the mid '80s volumes where things look pretty shaky and I had to resort to either marginally enjoyable top 40 (Dire Straits, David & David), semi-obscure proto-indie (Fastbacks, Lyres) and forgotten trans-Atlantic hi-hop (Hijack- I'm sure that 99% of the people who've heard of them have the Prodigy Dirtchamber Sessions CD to thank for that). I gotta get the mixes updated, since it's an ever-evolving thing depending on which new stuff I discover or remember (I'm pissed at forgetting Suicide Commandos for the '78 volume, or Fantastic Plastic Machine in '98) and various other whims (Beck's '94 stuff is fine, but seriously- I gotta go with "The New Pollution" for '96).
I also found out thanks to the Internet Anagram Server that my name can be rearranged to spell "A rap intent". Which I do like a lot more than "a rant inept".
Yep, this is what you can expect. Mindless Beck worship and parentheses. Huzzah!
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