Kingdom of the Moon

Empire of the Sun is walking on a dream. Crazy video shot in shanghai. They seem excited about it. Sounds good to me.

Empire of the Sun - Walking On a Dream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmM2RwlxGt0

Renaissance

Zoot Woman is featured in this edition. The video is weird and interesting. The beat has wicked synths. I enjoy the progressive "Grand Son" Remix as well. Enjoy.

Zoot Woman - We Won't Break
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dPHSxF0VNw

Day & Night

Say hello to Kid Cudi. A Cleveland rapper with a solid mix tape has this breakout track which I find highly addictive. Sick beat with a great flow. There is a Crookers remix for you dance fiends.

Kid Cudi - Day n' Nite
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkSq2Zn2XoY

Techxture

Today's featured clip is from a band called Van She. They have received a fair degree of notoriety for their tech remixes of popular tracks. The GLOVES remix is also on youtube if you're interested in digging around. Here be the clip.

Van She - Changes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Qz_Wy8r7hw


BONUS TRACK:
Embedding disabled for this great track (deep in its depth) and great video so here is the link.

The Presets - Girl and the Sea
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7JOnV0nOog

Bring It Back

So.. I've been fairly neglectful of this blog. I figure I can still make it useful. I am a huge fan of all things music and you probably are as well. Therefore, I will try and post interesting/amazing/sad/stupid/fantastic music that I find on a regular basis. I will embed the video and provide a link as well.

Feel free to leave your thoughts.

Starting. Now.

Fleet Foxes - He Doesn't Know Why
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FQ8xk6XlMo

My Bed

You were a truly pathetic sight in the maze of acrylic and wood that is the ikea showroom.

You, the twin sized model, were on display in all of your significantly unimpressive Birchwood glory.

They called you the Dalselv, which I’m fairly certain, is the Swedish word for “leftovers”.

They draped you in a terrifying weedy green mess of sheets and covers and placed you next to the bunk beds.

You were a pariah, exiled from the bedroom suites; they forced you to stare at what you could have been.

I came to realize that your cousin, the full sized model, would be a good friend to my lumbar spine who, had just recently chosen to divorce itself from carpeted floors.

You were hilariously cheap, but not in the sleazy “I’ll let anyone sleep on me” way.

I took you and your friend the sultan foam mattress home so you wouldn’t feel too alone.

You were stubborn at first; your instruction booklet a gospel of self assembling lies.

I’m sorry your mid-beam is so poorly constructed and your slats are crooked.

I hope that my tired body doesn’t stop your dreams from floating upward.


Please don’t break.