“The week that Prince died, Madlib mourned by making tracks built on Prince samples. Following the death of his collaborator J Dilla, and then that of MF DOOM, he stayed awake for days, making hundreds of hours of music.” :: https://telegra.ph/The-Obsessive-Beat-Making-of-Madlib-01-18
“We used to have this line in the record business that there was sort of nothing a good hit couldn’t fix. There was no screw up a good hit couldn’t fix. There was no amount of money lost on a deal that a good hit couldn’t fix.” :: https://torrentfreak.com/how-the-mp3-pirates-and-apple-changed-the-music-industry-210117/
“Start with loss. Lose everything. Then lose it all again.
Lose a good woman on a bad day. Find a better woman,
then lose five friends chasing her. Learn to lose as if
your life depended on it. Learn that your life depends on it.
Learn it like karate, like riding a bike. Learn it, master it.
Lose money, lose time, lose your natural mind.
Get left behind, then learn to leave others. Lose and
lose again. Measure a father’s coffin against a cousin’s
crashing T-cells. Kiss your sister through prison glass.
Know why your woman’s not answering her phone.
Lose sleep. Lose religion. Lose your wallet in El Segundo.
Open your window. Listen: the last slow notes
of a Donny Hathaway song. A child crying. Listen:
a drunk man is cussing out the moon. He sounds like
your dead uncle, who, before he left, lost a leg
to sugar. Shame. Learn what’s given can be taken;
what can be taken, will. This you can bet on without
losing. Sure as nightfall and an empty bed. Lose
and lose again. Lose until it’s second nature. Losing
farther, losing faster. Lean out your open window, listen:
the child is laughing now. No, it’s the drunk man again
in the street, losing his voice, suffering each invisible star.”
:: https://www.nytimes.com/2021/01/14/magazine/poem-variation-on-a-theme-by-elizabeth-bishop.html
“The movie delivers—or, rather, embodies—an idea so good and so strong that it can be delivered in a sentence: a unified theory of jerkishness. “I’m Thinking of Ending Things” is a tragedy of character, of male character, in which a woman’s misgivings are perfect barometers of trouble. A man who’s not Mr. Right is one with whom something is seriously wrong—for all his likely virtues, his attentiveness, his sweetness, his accomplishments, his sentimentality, his intelligence, his family-mindedness, and his self-sacrificing sense of duty, he will nonetheless, at a crucial moment and in a crucial way, fuck up and ruin the woman’s life irreparably.” :: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/im-thinking-of-ending-things-reviewed-charlie-kaufmans-showy-quest-for-sympathy
“Carolino translates the Portuguese phrase chover a cântaros as “raining in jars”, when an analogous English idiom is available in the form of “raining buckets”. :: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_as_She_Is_Spoke
“The Hound Howl is 100% Screaming Rock & Roll, Moronic Obscurities, Hedgehog Hop, Rhythm & Booze, Greaseball Classics, Rarities and Disparities… all spun LIVE at 45 & 78 rpm. Real records. Real turntables. Real gone.” :: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/hound-howl/id1497432480?itsct=podcast_box&itscg=30200