i couldn't help posting this. i loved Antichrist, so the idea of Lars Von Trier directing tourism ads sounds freaking brilliant. Oh, why can't this be real? [via The Onion].
Let the record show, that i am an ass. i had no idea how many days had passed since the last blog or even marginally informative twitter. i could tell you that i've been wrapped up judging both The Hipster Olympics and The Belated National Douche Off, or that i've been set upon by a series of Lovecraftian horrors . . . but those would be hilarious, awesome lies. Actually it's because there's a lot going on in Stahliland (note to self: Create theme-park filled with rad), everything from editing live drums on the new Celldweller track Louder Than Words, to cutting vocals on the next Blue Stahli single "Burning Bridges" while writing a new track that brings the BIG riffs, sensual vocals, tribal drums played by Klayton and so much rampant sexiness you'll need to lay down a tarp or dropcloth of some kind (that's right...you better *believe* i just comically insinuated). In addition to that, i'm doing some extra little side thingies that you definitely would not expect from me (more on those later!). Rushing a bit to get everything done before making a a bit of an emergency trip back to the desert (where i'm from) for a few days. The only way i can make up this past absence to you guys is to fill this particular post with entertaining goodliness. But before i actually give you all something enjoyable, here's the Antisleep: Undercover track from the acoustic live-set for this Friday:
Today, it breaks away from The IAMX covers for a bit of slaughtering of a Sneaker Pimps song...which isn't really breaking away at all as it's the *exact* same artist just in his previous band (i promise the very last track from this set is a different artist). i know i mentioned that
Listen to me desecrate a perfectly good song here:
And turn your iPod into a torture device, by downloading the free MP3 here:
-HERE is an amazing photo and story of a ginormous volcanic eruption as photographed from the freaking International Space Station. i'm not entirely convinced they aren't just filming an expository scene for Michael Bay movie.
-Wiland Pinsdourf's "Samparkour" is a breathtaking glimpse of São Paulo through the eyes and superhuman displays of Zico Corrêa. i've never been to Brazil, but if i find myself there, i hope i see it in this manner (though i'll probably jut jump off a curb, into a nearby puddle saying "Check THAT shiznit out!").
-They're bout to play some dooguh. DOOguh Greeahrn:
-And finally, if you're easily offended and don't want to see a gritty, animated criminal underworld filled with saucy language, sex, violence and subtitles...then skip it. For the rest of you, enjoy this brilliant music video for N.A.S.A.'s "A Volta" (who's album, The Spirit Of Apollo, i am absolutely *loving* . . . hard).
Apologies for the lack of random blognasty-craziness. Sure, i could tell you that i was off wandering the earth like Kwai Chang Caine, or giving random acoustic performances in the back corner of a sleazy dive on the outskirts of town, or some other ridiculous and farfetched story. But actually, it was more like this:
and this:
with a dash of this:
i plan on making up for lost time and getting back into the swing of things here, so i figure i'd kick it all off by giving a massive public thank you to Saint Tanis for going WAY above and beyond by making his own Blue Stahli promo flyer to pass out at concerts (since he was sick of waiting for official street team stuff to drop). i'm absolutely dumbfounded and humbled that someone would put that much effort into this. Anyone wanting cheap, free punkrock flyers to stick onto various surfaces (big clear packing tape? what?) go ahead and click-to-enlarge (no, not like the pills) and print this bad-boy out:
