this guy.thank you to boston band crush for giving us a spot on their latest sampler. PENELOPE
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Black Friday Mix
it's saturday. here is the black friday mix
stream/download:
Camden - Black Friday Mix by Camden
download from mediafire:
http://www.mediafire.com/?328cr1p2a5211t9
tracklist:
El Guincho – “Soca Del Eclipse”
Tyler, the Creator – “Seven”
Cloud Nothings – “Can’t Stay Awake”
New Order – “Love Vigilantes”
Lil Wayne – “With You”
The Replacements – “Swingin’ Party”
Male Bonding – “Years Not Long”
Madvillain – “Fancy Clown”
AZ – “Phone Tap”
Étoile de Dakar & El Hadji Faye – “Jalo”
No Age – “Fever Dreaming”
Joy Division – “Insight” (Peel Sessions)
Cam’ron – “More Reasons”
The Hold Steady – “Magazines”
while you're at it, new website:
www.camdensoundz.com
Friday, November 26, 2010
Somewhere There's A Party
6th annual brotherhoodcampout wuz amazing.
decisions.
*BlackFridayMix* drops tomorrow. because its Saturday.Featuring tracks from artists such as: el guincho, male bonding, no age, az, cam'ron, weezy, cloud (fucking) nothings, joy division.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
thanks
we're enjoying today. so should you.
new website this weekend.
new mix this weekend.
dont spend all your money in one place.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
a what?
He halted suddenly and heard his heart in the silence. How far had he walked? What hour was it?
There was no human figure near him nor any sound borne to him over the air. But the tide was near the turn and already the day was on the wane. He turned landward and ran towards the shore and, running up the sloping beach, reckless of the sharp shingle, found a sandy nook amid a ring of tufted sandknolls and lay down there that the peace and silence of the evening might still the riot of his blood.
He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.
He closed his eyes in the languor of sleep. His eyelids trembled as if they felt the vast cyclic movement of the earth and her watchers, trembled as if they felt the strange light of some new world. His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings. A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other.
Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid grasses of his bed glowed no longer. He rose slowly and, recalling the rapture of his sleep, sighed at its joy.
There was no human figure near him nor any sound borne to him over the air. But the tide was near the turn and already the day was on the wane. He turned landward and ran towards the shore and, running up the sloping beach, reckless of the sharp shingle, found a sandy nook amid a ring of tufted sandknolls and lay down there that the peace and silence of the evening might still the riot of his blood.
He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.
He closed his eyes in the languor of sleep. His eyelids trembled as if they felt the vast cyclic movement of the earth and her watchers, trembled as if they felt the strange light of some new world. His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings. A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other.
Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid grasses of his bed glowed no longer. He rose slowly and, recalling the rapture of his sleep, sighed at its joy.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
family.
http://shaqwaker.tumblr.com/ohshit.
Casey Stengel sat in the dugout with Bob Cerv. Several moments passed before Stengel spoke. "Nobody knows this, but one of us has just been traded to Kansas City."
November mix coming this week.*********
Brooklyn this Tuesday, NOv 9th, 2010. @Glasslands
Saturday, November 6, 2010
AFTERNOONS/DYING SLOWING
Uh Shawty badder than a 3-year-old Keep plannin and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin with my love I could feed her soul Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes We at the pool and she lookin like a centerfold Two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo She got Indian in her family, Seminole Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad when I call other women ho's You send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those Tall glass of merlot get her in the mode Two tall glasses of merlot get her out her robe I whisper in her ear, then lick around her lobe And when she check her watch it's never time to go And with her brain, she should make the honor roll And when I came, she caught me like the common cold
-wemissedu!
P.S.**
seeuthurr.
-and i should just say it i guess and make it official. new record. this spring.
stop the bus. flip it.
Modern Art was CIA "weapon"
"'Regarding Abstract Expressionism, I'd love to be able to say that the CIA invented it just to see what happens in New York and downtown SoHo tomorrow!' he joked."
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
i know you legendary.
When I heard at the close of the day how I had
been praised in the Capitol, still it was not
a happy night for me that followed,
And else when I caroused – nor when my favorite plans were
accomplished – was I really happy,
But the day when I arose at dawn from the perfect
health, electric, inhaling sweet breath
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and
disappear in the morning light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
laughing with the waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my friend, my lover, was on
his way coming, then O I was happy,
Each breath tasted sweeter – and all that day my food
nourished me more – and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy – and with the next,
at evening, came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed
to me, whispering to congratulate me,
For the friend I love lay sleeping by my side,
In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the
moon's clear beams shone
And his arm lay lightly over my breast – and that night I was happy.
been praised in the Capitol, still it was not
a happy night for me that followed,
And else when I caroused – nor when my favorite plans were
accomplished – was I really happy,
But the day when I arose at dawn from the perfect
health, electric, inhaling sweet breath
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and
disappear in the morning light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
laughing with the waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my friend, my lover, was on
his way coming, then O I was happy,
Each breath tasted sweeter – and all that day my food
nourished me more – and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy – and with the next,
at evening, came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed
to me, whispering to congratulate me,
For the friend I love lay sleeping by my side,
In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the
moon's clear beams shone
And his arm lay lightly over my breast – and that night I was happy.
-walt whitman
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