It’s a tradition in the Bloggins home to celebrate DMXmas (wherein we enjoy our favorite introspective canticles from DMX over some hard cider or nog) in tandem with the more traditional interpretation of this most magical holiday. I’ve curated two fine mixers to mark both distinct occasions. From our family to yours, we wish you nothing but the best yuletime tidings. Merry fucking Christmas, dorks. Hope none of you all find the xx album in your stocking. That would be barftastic.
DMXmas Mixer
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DMX – One More Road to Cross
DMX – Love That Bitch
DMX – Bring Your Whole Crew
DMX – Lord Give Me a Sign
Xmas Mixer
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Cocteau Twins – Winter Wonderland
The Flaming Lips – Christmas at the Zoo
The Sonics – Santa Claus
Banjo or Freakout – White Christmas
Wooden Shjips – O Tannenbaum
Mogwai – Christmas Song
Low – Little Drummer Boy
Can – Silent Night
Esquivel – White Christmas
Lee Scratch Perry – Santa Claus
Sonic Youth – Santa Doesn’t Cop Out on Dope
X-mas is one week away. I guess that rules. Wal-Mart employees getting pancaked for some plasma TVs, the industrial-sized carbon footprint of the copious holiday-induced traffic, a general feeling of malaise, and not to mention the cliched but nonetheless important observations of the Santa Calus’ pervasive creepiness. Christmas is weird, and I don’t know if I like it.
So instead, I celebrate DMX-mas, which adopts traditions such as enjoying “‘X Gon’ Give It to Ya,” watching some of his excellent films, and drankin’ malt liquor. But since most of you don’t celebrate DMX-mas like Lana and I do, I’ll put together a poignant mix fit for the most “wonderful” time of the year. Have yourself a brain burnin’ Christmas with these whispy sleigh-worn canticles that don’t make me want to stab someone in the face with a morning star. Speaking of sleighs, remember that part in Citizen Kane when you find out that “Rosebud” was actually the name of Kane’s beloved sled as a child? This mix fits that mood sorta perfect… Continue reading ‘Merry DMX-mas: A Charming Holiday Mix’
Awwww, holy fuck buttons. Martin Bulloch, Mogwai’s rhythmic force, was rushed to the hospital shortly after their ATP performance this weekend due to complications from a recent pacemaker surgery. As Mogwai tends to air on the cheeky side of life, the band recently auctioned off Bulloch’s old pacemaker (it has since been removed from eBay). Unfortunately, the new one isn’t working as planned, and was alluded to as the catalyst for Martin’s trip to the hospital. Read more after the jump, or head over to my story at Tiny Mix Tapes. Continue reading ‘Mogwai Cancels Tour, Martin Hospitalized’
This is cross-posted from my Tiny Mix Tapes news article. Oh yeah, forgot to mention… I’m a contributor to TMT now. Look for Kenny Bloggins, FTW:
The latest chapter in the saga of the internet’s leaky faucet and Thunderdome of publicity stunts features a rather unusual, rather awesome story from Mogwai.
Continue reading ‘Pitchfork Fear Mogwai’
Whereas Mr. Beast was good, but not as remarkable as their earlier efforts, Mogwai is shaping up to release something really special next month if “Batcat” and “Devil Rides” are any indication.
I was totally psyched when I heard that the the mighty Roky Erickson, legendary psychedelic cult hero, was going to appear on the new Mogwai jam hive The Hawk is Howling, already notorious for its most triumphant track listing and flea market-worthy cover art. It’s quite amazing that Roky is not only still alive, but making music today (though most of it is only a shadow of the 13th Floor Elevators’ reach). I mean, how many languages can you say “fuck yeah” in? I can only say it in one, and that’s English, so I will commence into cheering a loud “fuck yeah” for (probably) the most important duet since Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy’s “Whatzupwitu.” Continue reading ‘Mogwai meets the 13th Floor Elevators’
