Have you ever wanted to just give a musician some money? Not just, here’s money for your record money, but here’s money for dinner money. Can I buy you some sneakers money? Do you need a haircut money? How can I help you make some more of this money? I’m feeling that way about Flying Lotus and Cosmogramma.
Don’t ask me where I’ve been on Flying Lotus. I could say that I blame the dj friends who used to hip me to EVERYTHINg, but it’s not their fault I’m so out of it. My heads been in the no-no place on a lot of good music. (♥: chile…)
Won’t explain it. Can’t describe it. Just experience it.
Who says you can’t rock the fuck out of it live? And at some point I’m going to have to write about my weeks long obsession about Miguel Atwood-Ferguson. Don’t take that the wrong way. I didn’t know that this amazingly talented man walked the earth with notes dancing on his soul until I watched Mochilla’s Timeless DVDs. Seriously, give that man a bow, or hell, just watch him feel music.
Right now, the neighbors and I are dancing to Do The Astral Plane off Cosmogramma. Okay, I’m dancing and they’re nodding heads behind thin walls. I think. (♥:They better…)
Nikki♥