Smashing Pumpkins – “Silverfuck” (edited to rock harder)

This is the original audio source for a video I just put up on YouTube. In order to create a video with high-definition dimensions, I had to encode it as an MP4, with AAC audio. For some reason, the YouTube converter ate it up, and made it sound tinny and distorted. This copy, though, is in MP3 format, 320 kb/s dual-channel stereo. Taken from a FLAC source, with all the edits done in WAV format.

I made the cuts with MixMeister Pro 6, and changed the tempo in Audacity. The edits sound pretty seamless. One of the nice things about MM6 is that it can snap to the beat; it also gives you a lot of control over fades.

Charles Bukowski – “the secret of my endurance”

the secret of my endurance

I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up
men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are
living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just
booze and madness.
Most of their letters are on lined paper
written with an unsharpened pencil
or in ink
in tiny handwriting that slants to the
left

and the paper is often torn
usually halfway up the middle
and they say they like my stuff,
I’ve written from where it’s at, and
they recognize that. truly, I’ve given them a second
chance, some recognition of where they’re at.

it’s true, I was there, worse off than most
of them.
but I wonder if they realize where their letters
arrive?
well, they are dropped into a box
behind a six-foot hedge with a long driveway leading
to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees,
animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half
paid after a year, a new car,
fireplace and a green rug two-inches thick
with a young boy to write my stuff now,
I keep him in a ten-foot cage with a
typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,
belt him pretty good three or four times
a week.
I’m 59 years old now and the critics say
my stuff is getting better than ever.

Can – “Turtles Have Short Legs”

The B-Side to “Halleluwah”, from Tago Mago (1971).

Popul Vuh – “Brüder des Schattens”

Guided By Voices – “Teenage FBI” (live)

The Making of NOFX

Fat Mike lowered his head, shaking it slowly. To the rest of the band, he appeared to be drowning in shame. “I think that …” He faltered, unable to speak the words. Finally he raised his head and looked them in the eyes with a steel resolve. “I want to play rock and roll, but I want punk rock drums.”

“We know,” said El Hefe, reassuringly. “We’ve always known. It’s all right, Mike. We’ll do that. Maybe we’ll make a million bucks, and we can stay fucked up the rest of our lives.”

Fat Mike nodded, slowly. “You’re right, Hefe. We should do it for the drugs.”

I’m Going to Put All My Music On Cassette, Go Back in Time to the 80s, and Freak Out My School

I mean, when that becomes possible.

“Ain’t Nothin’ Wrong With Another Unity Song”

There’s a war going down between my brothers tonight
I don’t want no war going down, going down tonight
Stop this war
Civilization ha I call it as I see it
I call it bullshit you know I still cannot believe it
Our evolution now has gone the way of hate
A world evolved resolved into this stupid fate
Stop this war
All so different yeah I say we’re all the same
All caught you know in the division game
Self-destruction fast impending like a bullet
No one can stop it once it’s fired no one can control it
Stop this war
A final word, wait it’s not a call to action
We ain’t no sect, no this ain’t no fucking faction
Unity unity unity you’ve heard it all before
This time it’s not exclusive we want to stop a war
Stop this war
Ain’t nothin’ wrong, with another unity song
Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With a unity song!
Stop this war
Unity as one stand together
Unity evolution’s gonna come

On the Sonic Youth Song “Providence”

The lyrics, as I can make them out, are:

“Watt if? I’m downstairs in yours window, near a phone booth, did ya … I’ll get in touch later.”

“Thurston, Watt. Thurston? I think it’s 10:30. We’re calling from Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the mota, Thurston. Your fuckin’ memory just goes out the winda. We couldn’t find it from the man at all. We were wondering if you looked in that trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand? Did you dump it? Call later. Bye.”

This is Mike Watt (Minutemen, fIREHOSE), calling up Thurston Moore, to help him find his misplaced drugs. He doesn’t realize Thurston already has, and is listening to the answering machine echo in his mind, through the static. The piano is playing how he feels.

“Stand By Me” Sung Together By Street Musicians Around the World