I just realized I still haven't gotten around to posting "punch through the world," the most dance-oriented thing Human Beat Box Light Show ever recorded. Upon opening last.fm and experiencing again how slow, unresponsive and prone to bugs the Music Manager is, I remember why.

But I clenched my teeth and made it through. So below you will find a link to punch through the world. Originally, we were going to include lyrics on the song, but I think it stands fine on its own, unadorned. This is the first track we wrote that sampled Casio drums instead of just using a default Casio beat. I really like this one because it features three distinct musical motifs that play out in a suite -- and this was all done on the fly. While I love our earlier stuff, after hearing this song I thought "Oh my god, we're actually musicians." Well, okay, that's not entirely true -- I felt the same way about "Launch Pad to Nowhere," but "punch through" cemented it for me.

I don't actually remember when we recorded this. Sometime over the summer, I think? I know it was soon after Launch Pad was completed. Listening back now, I definitely see those two songs as a transition from the primitive but joyful Salty Senses to the unabashed weirdness and creativity of the Indefatigable Bouncy Castle e.p.

Enjoy.


http://www.last.fm/music/Human+Beat+Box+Light+Show/_/punch+through+the+world?autostart

I just saw this on YouTube, and based on the charming hand-made video (and a follow-up "Look Inside! (TM)") on Amazon, I totally want this book of essays.





Those of you seeing this on Facebook, you're going to have to click on "View Original Post" to be taken to my LJ account to see the video. Those on LJ, isn't it weird that I'm giving instructions to view a page you can all see right now?



P.S. The author of the essays is a woman, so why don't they have a woman making the fingers walk around? As for a guy singing the song, that doesn't bother me in the slightest. They could have just as easily gone with a female singer, but I like the rough-hewn quality of his voice, sort of a just-woke-up-don't-really-know-what's-going-on vibe.

This video is hilarious on so many levels.




Edit: It turns out this was originally aired as part of the Found Footage Festival, which can also be found on YouTube. Go here for more info.

Nothing fits the mood.
The sun off the hotel across
the street. Invisible hands
gathering water in their palms,
the windows out the window
pool the light in a smear of color,
subtle flashes of other colors

that only exist at this hour.


Inspired by this video:

You couldn't find a way to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, which represented not only the end of the Cold War but the collapse of Communism in Europe? Oh Internet, you silly, frivolous thing.

How long does the 40th anniversary of Sesame Street last? I mean, seriously.

Here's the new Honorable Mentions track, with me on background hand claps, finger snaps, vocals and whistling. It was fun helping Matt and Jen out with their primary band. This song is really catchy, and it's all their doing. (though my whistling doesn't hurt ;)

http://thehonorablementions.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/song-for-week-43-drop-back-in/

I kinda screwed up and saved these at the wrong resolution, but the important thing is they exist.

Some Halloween pics: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dainys/sets/72157622616496483/

Some random autumn shots (my favorite time of year): http://www.flickr.com/photos/dainys/sets/72157622616517907/

Soup, apples, car keys,
timepieces (their faces),
skittering click click clock
beetles crawling on the bedding
with dry moving mouth pieces
(no where no how no place).
Let's get away, let's drive until
the wheels fall off, consequences
sometimes want ignorance instead
of action. The girl with ribbons
in her hair is not there, the boy
wipes his mouth and pounds the empty
juice glass onto the table. He is
crying without moving, so he does
not know why he feels moved.

Our soft assurances stopped.
We both realized there was nothing
left to assure each other about.

"Nothing will change" went down
the tubes. Followed quickly by
"I will always love you,"

and "You never have to be afraid
of me leaving you." That is no
longer a fear. It's the most

sensible thing, getting away.
It allows us to live in truth,
to stop constructing brick

after brick of pure bullshit.
A home is not a home when it
softens in the sun.

We can snap all the idle phrases
we shared, with desperate conviction,
like cord wood against our knees.

Toss the pieces in the fire
to fuel the heat in this room;
feed it our splinters.