Tomorrow Jazzy's Joynt celebrates its first birthday. I can't believe a year has gone by already. It seems like just last week I was emailing my pals songs of the day, and one encouraged me to start a blog instead. So I did. Thank you, Justin.
Although I've learned and grown so much through this little project, it still needs tons more work. But I want to thank all of you who have supported me and made this fun for me. I appreciate the feedback and comments, positive and negative. It just makes me put more thought into future posts.
I'm now taking on even bigger projects and improving the ones that are already in the works, and failure just isn't an option. I am feeling so inspired right now. When I was trying to figure out which song to post to commemorate this moment in my life, "The Time Is Right" by Crazy Penis stood out.
Right now is the time. The time for me to make a difference, the time to feed that fire that burns inside of me. I have peace of mind, and this is the first time I think I ever uttered those words.
Now listen...and join me on this next adventure...
I am severely depressed. I was so stoked about buying tickets to Coachella today when they went on sale...until I realized the concert dates are April 16 to 18. The thing is I'll be in California traveling for work that week, and that trip ends exactly on April 16...in GILROY, which is a good seven-hour drive away from Indio, which is where the three-day festival will take place. There's no way I'll make it. Well, unless there's a miracle waiting to happen. We'll see.
Anyhow, I was checking out the lineup today, and it looks wicked awesome: Muse, Jay-Z, MuteMath, Thom Yorke, MGMT, Sia, The XX, LCD Soundsystem, Deadmau5, Kaskade, Hockey, Passion Pit, Hot Chip, Spoon, De La Soul and my personal favorite, Whitest Boy Alive. That one actually stings pretty bad. They've never performed in the United States, as far as I know, and I'm going to miss it! Ouch.
I am thinking of someone right now. And I'm fantasizing about the things I would do to him at this moment, if he were in front of me right now...this song playing in the background.
I've been to strip clubs; I know what kind of music these chicks dance to. Amateur.
It requires a certain level of intensity, passion and awareness to pull this off. But when I think of him, I know I could drive him crazy with this little concoction of song and body language.
I don't think there's anything that makes me feel better than those moments when I stumble randomly across new music. Music that I wouldn't have discovered if I wasn't in that exact place at that exact time.
I rarely listen to the radio. But I did happen to throw on XRT a couple of days ago for just a few minutes, and I heard this band Hockey. I loved their sound and figured the entire album would be worth a download. And I was so...right...on. I am now obsessed.
Today is my birthday, and I think I'm going to celebrate by playing this song on repeat. All day. There's no way I'm going to get sick of it. I know I post a lot of random music on here, music that some of you like and some of you may hate. But I RARELY say that each and every one of you will like something as much as I do. Today is that day, folks. Trust.
Ok...quick disclaimer. I would normally never write about this nonsense nor would I post a photo from the cover of People magazine. This is NOT my thing. But I was channel surfing last night and heard about this Heidi Montag getting 10 procedures done in one day, and it made me sick to my stomach.
The issue is much deeper than just an attention-hungry reality star. I mean, what happened to this young girl to make her believe she wasn't beautiful? These ideas have been stuck in my head since last night. That whole Hollywood industry and lifestyle gives me the heebie jeebies. I could go on and on about how the media is destroying our morals and values, and all that other yip yap. But this is supposed to be about music.
So as I was watching this clip about Montag's plastic surgery addiction, I immediately thought about this song. I'm actually quite surprised that it never really caught on... at least not in the circles I run with. It's ridiculously catchy, and it pounds hard. I think it's a perfect workout song.
I can't get those lyrics out of my head: "Super size, super small, super young, super tall. Beautiful, natural, not quite biological. If you want it, you can pay. A different face for every day. Just another nip and tuck. All in search of the perfect ____."
I was recently introduced to Burial, and it's become a new addiction for me. Again, I'm late to the show; the album Untrue came out more than two years ago. Oh well.
Burial is extremely hypnotic. I love that this album has this gothic sound, but not in the traditional sense. It's very sensual. It's dubstep, on another level. It's got soul.
These tracks make me want to take my clothes off and get sweaty.
As I look back at 2009, I recall the events that led to me where I am today. The year 2008 was definitely one of the most traumatizing, yet enlightening. And 2009 only strengthened my character. For the first time in my life I feel like I know who I am and I know what I want. And I'd like this slice of web space reflect this notion.
I started this blog because I wanted to share some anti-pop music with you, mostly targeting you house heads out there. Although my direction may have changed, my heart is in the same place. Today, I am pretty open to any musical genre...more importantly anything that will sound amazing while blazing trees. After all...this is Jazzy's "Joynt" right? And it's not really about being under the influence. It's about having an open mind and an open ear.
I was just explaining to a new pal how I absolutely always need music playing, no matter where I am or what I'm doing. Who better than a fellow toker can understand this mentality?
Anyhow, I welcome 2010 with open arms. This being the first blog post of the new year, I had to make it special. This is a celebration, friends. So as I dance into a new decade, you know I need a twisted house soundtrack to go along with my mood. Here it goes...
