Bang! - Break Of Dawn (Scott Brown remix)

If you’re coming back, tip well, it’s worth it.

(I remember when being contrarian was siding *with* the mob)

fuck yeah octavekitten

DJ Stompy ft. Rachael Mary - Thoughts Of You

SEKAI WO KAKUMEI SURU TAME NI

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mudwerks:

juliasegal:

apocalypsechic:karokarokaromon

(via juliasegal)

Paul Elstak - Musica Rave

I’d hit it. The one on the left even sober.

when I dream of golden japan dreams of golden germany dreams of golden england plants and elements

Kaos & Huxley - Electric Dreams

(glitchy? that’s a 15 year old mp3 for you)

How are you doing in life?

Not so good?

Not as great as you could?

Have you tried bowing down in obeisance and begging me to lead you?

Have you, yet?

Diss Reaction - Jiiieeehaaa

So I just had an uncanny moment reading This Recording, an essayistic review site from Molly Lambert, last seen appearing in this link. Specifically, reading the most recent entry, this one on 1990’s The Hot Spot. It starts off with a bunch of pictures and paragraphs about gender in nonspecific terms then when it gets concrete:

I got called a slut by three different dudes, none of whom I knew well at all.

All three of whom took it upon themselves to tell me and my female roommate (unprompted, naturally) what kind of girls we are. More specifically in one case that she is a “sexy uptight librarian” and I am a “fun bar slut.”

And I’m like “haha, I remember getting absolutely wasted and telling a girl she looked like a librarian at the Gold Room patio not too long ago”. And then it continued:

But it did have an effect on me, and the effect was “WAIT WHAT?” Because my roommate wears glasses and I am a ginger?

And I’m like “huh, that’s exactly what her friend sa…” and then I remember all those taglines including “Molly Lambert lives in Echo Park, California” and I’m like OH SHIIIIIIT.

Now I didn’t remember the “fun bar slut” line, which she returns to a few times, but it’s perfectly in character, seeing as:

• A) Back in college I had an acid trip all about How I Had Personally Failed Feminism, and it’s only been downhill from there.
• B) As she points out, it’s an absolutely amazing line.

On thinking it over, I think I told the other girl about the librarian thing and the fun bar slut bit was a quick response to “then what am I?”, but that’s a weak memory.

After I got over the shock of the essay becoming bizarrely personal, I decided to chalk this one up as a major win for my recent Meeting People strategy of drinking up my asshole charisma, going to bars, and making wild guesses at people’s names, ethnicity, and personalities. I’m either randomly right and I’ve captured their attention, or more often I’m wrong and they use it as an opportunity to correctly introduce themselves and we go from there, made a lot of one-night or longer pals that way.

Or sometimes they’ll get peevish, but really, this is the worst case scenario? Someone walks away with my words ringing in her ears for days, uses them as a framework for analyzing her life and organizing her thoughts, and then dedicates her considerable talents and audience draw to enlarging my legend?

Hyperaktive - Let Me Play

Lipstick - I’m A Raver

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