How do you make a beat? Start with an 808. Add percussion, maybe a handclap. Build slowly, vocal chops for texture and white noise through the changes. Simple.
Zombie Disco Squad – The Dance – From their Congo Fire EP
At 20 years old, Daul Kim, a model, was found dead in her apartment in Paris on the 19th of November, she hanged herself. There’s something sickeningly fascinating behind deaths like that, strictly speaking of suicide; just the fact that so many people seek validation through beauty and when some are deemed beautiful there seems to be almost more unhappiness.
What is more bizarre is the rate of suicides among Koreans:
“South Korea, which has the highest suicide rate among the 30 nations in the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development, has had a string of high-profile suicides in recent months.
Roh Moo-hyun, the former President, jumped to his death in May while under investigation for corruption and the ex-chairman of South Korea’s oldest conglomerate killed himself earlier this month. In 2008, Choi Jin-sil, one of the country’s top actresses, committed suicide, shortly after a fellow actor did the same. One of South Korea’s popular soap opera actresses also killed herself recently.”
(Telegraph)
“She [Daul Kim] became the ninth South Korean celebrity to commit suicide in 2009.”
(Wiki)
This is kind of a commercial/product endorsement, but it’s at least an earnest one and I thought the story was worth running on here (bonus photos of BR/Girl Talk shows and me getting mauled by a pitbull while brushing my teeth after the jump):
On our recent tour with Girl Talk, we were lucky enough to have a short run of exhilarating shows that were all packed with wild and receptive crowds. We went through the Northwest, where each different city is beautiful and lush, and has its own distinct flavor. We felt on top of the world, able to treat ourselves to regional food and drink that we only hear about in legends down in Los Angeles, and we were extremely pumped for the crisp weather and copious amounts of roadside thrift shops teeming with secondhand wool. Our days were filled with excellent meals and good weather, and our nights were full of febrile dance parties. Everything was perfect. Except that time we ran over Bobby Evans’ laptop with the tour vehicle.
I drove past The Prism Gallery, designed by Patterns, last night and took a mighty double take, folding bands of alluminium disappearing into sidewalk/awning louring you into a pristine double-height gallery full of stimuli.
The opening on is a Friday, in the heart of the Sunset Strip somewhere between The Standard and The Roxy… maybe check it out on an off day. Gonna be a headache getting over there, ya dig.
