<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040</id><updated>2011-10-11T03:26:28.851-05:00</updated><category term='remake'/><category term='internet radio'/><category term='nat king cole'/><category term='musicmonday'/><category term='covers'/><category term='swing'/><category term='mix CD'/><category term='electronic'/><category term='onthefly'/><category term='oloworms'/><category term='mcquake'/><category term='harry james'/><category term='de-fence'/><category term='glenn miller'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='dance'/><title type='text'>Quake's Crib</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-7306459992208638536</id><published>2011-05-22T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:50:02.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't they tell you no cameras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/princehalftime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/princehalftime.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RYQHTNQ9"&gt;live Prince mix&lt;/a&gt; that I made for my friend Sharon, she's a huge fan but would probably never seek this shit out for herself. It's all soundboard recordings from various club and other smaller gigs. The tightness of his band in all the different eras is spectacular--would love to have been present for some of these epic jams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-7306459992208638536?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7306459992208638536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/didnt-they-tell-you-no-cameras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7306459992208638536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7306459992208638536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/didnt-they-tell-you-no-cameras.html' title='didn&apos;t they tell you no cameras?'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-5114063460700162380</id><published>2011-05-17T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:32:29.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://17dots.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/copy_soul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://17dots.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/copy_soul.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so lately I've been in the mood for a little Northern Soul. maybe I think it's going to encourage the weather to finally warm up, the sun to come out--it's just got that energy, you know? anyway, just in case you want to get a little soul into your life, &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=J748VKOM"&gt;THIS MIX&lt;/a&gt; ought to help you scratch that itch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-5114063460700162380?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5114063460700162380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5114063460700162380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5114063460700162380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-soul.html' title='a little bit of soul'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-582747094006221036</id><published>2011-05-01T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:43:23.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;The  town I was born in--Cairo, Illinois--has, over the years and despite  its decline in the 30 years since I left, continued to pop up on the  radar here and there. Referenced in works like Twain's Huck Finn,  Vonnegut's Deadeye Dick and Neil Gaiman's American Gods, this little  town of which I have such fond childhood memories may finally be on the  verge of total collapse due to the recent Midwest flooding. I haven't been there in years, but I'm still a little sad to see it facing disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPGwybM5BgI/Tb0A_rsoLsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k8oyMWfiZms/s1600/cairo+downtown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPGwybM5BgI/Tb0A_rsoLsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k8oyMWfiZms/s1600/cairo+downtown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-582747094006221036?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/582747094006221036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-hometown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/582747094006221036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/582747094006221036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-hometown.html' title='goodbye, hometown'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPGwybM5BgI/Tb0A_rsoLsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k8oyMWfiZms/s72-c/cairo+downtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-6845233728791370067</id><published>2011-04-24T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:27:17.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbOIigYCHfU/TbSHnfd-8YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IDjf-z7mx6w/s1600/afro+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbOIigYCHfU/TbSHnfd-8YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IDjf-z7mx6w/s320/afro+smile.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Briette's back this evening, but as her flight doesn't get in for several hours I find myself killing time. &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=YUNUC7X9"&gt;Making mixes&lt;/a&gt;, badges, watching old-time country music documentaries where the audio track doesn't *quite* match up with the video (so annoying). Oh and it's Easter Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-6845233728791370067?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6845233728791370067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/04/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/6845233728791370067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/6845233728791370067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/04/homecoming.html' title='homecoming'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbOIigYCHfU/TbSHnfd-8YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IDjf-z7mx6w/s72-c/afro+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-7034859236388606192</id><published>2011-04-16T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:47:14.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks down, one to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ODJuGuD63c/TaoM-0X_ufI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zFb0PIx4Tww/s1600/IMG_2225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ODJuGuD63c/TaoM-0X_ufI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zFb0PIx4Tww/s320/IMG_2225.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting here, hiding from the shitty April weather--which just got shittier, as it started to snow on top of the freezing wind, low temps and gray skies--thinking about my girlfriend Briette. She's been gone for two weeks, working a temp gig as a wardrobe stitcher on Norwegian Cruise Line's Spirit. I know, not a bad gig, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks is the longest we've been apart since we met almost three years ago, and I'm not gonna lie--it's been a little tough. Obviously, even by mentioning it (or writing this blog post), I'm being a big whiny baby. I know this. I know that there are far worse problems in the world, and being separated from your loved one for a measly three weeks is not necessarily something worthy of complaint. I know it's a perfect time for me at the end of the semester to focus on getting all my final projects finished and wrap things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... I miss my baby. So I made &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4NLQA3P4"&gt;this mix&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-7034859236388606192?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7034859236388606192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-weeks-down-one-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7034859236388606192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7034859236388606192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-weeks-down-one-to-go.html' title='two weeks down, one to go'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ODJuGuD63c/TaoM-0X_ufI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zFb0PIx4Tww/s72-c/IMG_2225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-7466301000243659376</id><published>2011-03-27T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:09:09.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating but what am I gonna do?</title><content type='html'>Should be finishing up my reference class homework, or trying to start writing the introduction for my group's research paper, but instead I'm making a new spring mix out of all the new music I just got recently, and uploading it so you can have it too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=1NUFQXQ6"&gt;that spring 2011 vibe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gxv5Jmm1CA/TY-ZTAE-4UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GHPSaLbaX1Y/s1600/dodson+winning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gxv5Jmm1CA/TY-ZTAE-4UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GHPSaLbaX1Y/s320/dodson+winning.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-7466301000243659376?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7466301000243659376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/03/procrastinating-but-what-am-i-gonna-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7466301000243659376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7466301000243659376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/03/procrastinating-but-what-am-i-gonna-do.html' title='procrastinating but what am I gonna do?'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gxv5Jmm1CA/TY-ZTAE-4UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GHPSaLbaX1Y/s72-c/dodson+winning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-5836600549245673533</id><published>2011-02-09T09:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:21:47.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ahoy, matey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKvYTLBtKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zEbhR_IDsDI/s1600/hidden+whale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKvYTLBtKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zEbhR_IDsDI/s400/hidden+whale.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo by Jennifer Esperanza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Forget the elephant in the room, look for the Whale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Joe Collier &lt;i&gt;(former Music Editor, Flagstaff LIVE!; Lumpen)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you’re thinking about drawing comparisons between Santa Fe male/female rockers Hidden Whale and the now-defunct former poster children of power duos the White Stripes—shut the fuck up right now. Pack up your earbuds, turn off your iPod nano, turn down your collar, finish your fro-yo and GET THE FUCK OUT! Not that there aren’t any to be drawn, of course. It’s just so, well… gauche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hidden Whale is Jim Goulden and Angela Gabriel. Like all the &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; great Rockers, they are, of course, married. There’s something about that level of conjugal bliss that invents its own communication; it doesn’t take a musical genius—even the casual listener who generally considers whatever music’s playing as a form of audible wallpaper is perfectly able to feel the spooky syncopation of Hidden Whale’s particular style. It’s like marrying each other wasn’t enough for these two fun-loving musical oddballs; they had to marry a predilection for sweet beats to a potent vocal/guitar mix, too. Thank fuck for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those familiar with Goulden’s other band The Gluey Brothers will be pleased to discover that much of the sarcastic sharpness and off-kilter wit he injected there also shows up in HW tracks like “Cell Phone” and “I’m With the Band.” Vocally the two trade off, Goulden’s slightly nasal twang contrasting pleasantly with Gabriel’s sweeter tone (showcased nicely on “Hidden Truth”). Dirty guitar licks sometimes recall an almost Weezer-like fuzziness, but anchored by Gabriel’s solid, concise drumming it tends to go more towards funkiness than indie shoe-gazing territory. Infusing the sound on a basic level is both Goulden’s and Gabriel’s Afro-Pop interest/influence. The bouncy slickness of tracks like “Medication Time” really shows this off, and helps lend the Hidden Whale live experience a (not unexpected) penchant for heavy grooves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Check them out &lt;a href="http://hiddenwhale.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-5836600549245673533?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5836600549245673533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahoy-matey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5836600549245673533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5836600549245673533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahoy-matey.html' title='ahoy, matey!'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKvYTLBtKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zEbhR_IDsDI/s72-c/hidden+whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-8487254663724191704</id><published>2011-01-11T12:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:19:05.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable to Me In 2010 pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydN88beNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kQ8KWdCuiPk/s1600/badonka+donk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydN88beNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kQ8KWdCuiPk/s200/badonka+donk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gonna pick right up where we left off last time (snowy day, still on break, no reason to even leave the flat):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snagged this from my girlfriend, catchy tune. Sometime toward the end of the year i discovered a Dizzee rascal live cover of this, brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Welfare Breed - King Khan &amp;amp; the Shrines &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd first heard of KK a couple of years ago from my buddy Gooch. He had some albums from KK's BBQ Show project, and we saw them on Halloween 2008--kick ass show, haven't seen a band out of the blue having so much fun and sounding so good in a looooong time. In August Gooch calls me up out of the blue and says he's at their show, come on down. We did, and this song was one of the standouts. If you like 60s soul and groove, check this band out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydfGrPmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1KHaDrhk7P8/s1600/car+sex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydfGrPmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1KHaDrhk7P8/s200/car+sex.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Erase Me (feat. Kanye West) - Kid Cudi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi is hard to pin down, style-wise. That's usually a good sign someone has managed to come up with a new twist, and so it is with this track. Power through summer with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Hard Times - John Legend w/ The Roots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one level I was kind of disappointed in the collaboration of one of R&amp;amp;B's sexiest voices with hip-hop's most phenomenal live band--expectations WERE a bit high. But repeated listenings has revealed how special this album really is, and this track shows off the spirit of the project. Dig the message along with the chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Bright Lights Bigger City - Cee-Lo Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That other track Cee-Lo dropped got most of the attention (deservedly), but this driving 80s throwback track fro the Ladykiller is almost as infectious, and that groove is hard to ignore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydvIE3kkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qdtt6dFLIW4/s1600/prison+chicks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydvIE3kkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qdtt6dFLIW4/s200/prison+chicks.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Bed Intruder Song - Observation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Bed Intruder song is a classic, and naturally spawned a boatload of covers. Out of about 40, I liked this one the best. Good autotuning, tweaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. The Story of Hip-Hop - The Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this band. Wish I were part of this band. Songs crafted from original intent and music, and samples of other media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyd23fpGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nLUczutXFUw/s1600/rawrbear+temp+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyd23fpGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nLUczutXFUw/s200/rawrbear+temp+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Boys Outside - Steve Mason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many things written about Steve start off with "former Beta Band" something or other? Quality, sincere songwriting crafted with a hip-hop and soul sensibility. Check out the entire album, this title track is just a smidge of the tastiness contained within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Lovely Day (Full Phatt Remix) - Bill Withers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded about this tune when I saw it used in 127 Hours, came home and Briette downloaded a ton of Bill Withers. Wow, had sort of forgotten how amazing he was! Always interested in a good remix, I found this one on some greatest hits collection as an extra track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. If You Want To Leave Our Party Just Go - Jonathan Richman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR is in my Hall of Fame. Browsing iTunes with a gift card I got for xmas, I saw this new album from him. The title of this track was enough to convince me. If you like Jonathan live and wish you could see him in your living room, you will love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyd-3rsi7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mHa4iT957Kc/s1600/kurt+vonn+2.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyd-3rsi7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mHa4iT957Kc/s200/kurt+vonn+2.25.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Where Was My Brain - Ted Leo and The&amp;nbsp; Pharmacists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ted's most recent, the Brutalist Bricks. He's back in top form, even more of a Joe Jackson Look Sharp tinge than usual. Sharp, fast and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Bad Communication - Sufjan Stevens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaintive and forlorn, but still managing to sound lush--typical from this guy, but it still works. This track has some glitchy, trippy electronic vibes reminiscent of Stereolab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. I'll give you time to digest that before blasting you with something else. Comments or suggestions for new music welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyedR6SYTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/al9JpXuaKTw/s1600/nice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSyedR6SYTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/al9JpXuaKTw/s200/nice.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VHL4ELUZ"&gt;Notable To Me In 2010 pt. 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-8487254663724191704?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8487254663724191704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/01/notable-to-me-in-2010-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8487254663724191704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8487254663724191704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/01/notable-to-me-in-2010-pt-2.html' title='Notable to Me In 2010 pt. 2'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TSydN88beNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kQ8KWdCuiPk/s72-c/badonka+donk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-2497682200367577689</id><published>2011-01-01T16:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:22:10.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, the year AFTER the Year We Make Contact</title><content type='html'>Happy new year to any of the random folks who might find stumble across this wee "gem" of a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-mk08cqRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JiyH70Lgfug/s1600/50s+dodson+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-mk08cqRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JiyH70Lgfug/s200/50s+dodson+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I find it so hard to keep this thing updated. Even when I wasn't in grad school (which I'm not sure I even took the time to write up on here, now that I think about it... yeah, I'm really committed to this. Straight A's first semester, btw), I just could never really be arsed to type in all the thoughts racing through my head--I mean, it's not like I don't have anything to say... I'm just lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nCQD2F4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eh6E6-7o9IU/s1600/THINK+red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nCQD2F4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eh6E6-7o9IU/s200/THINK+red.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I started this blog not because I ever gave a shit about blathering on about my spectacular existence, but because I wanted to share music, and maybe even comment on it. So in 2011, I am going to try and steer back toward that original intent and bring back the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wit, I present my Notable To Me In 2010 Mix. For the sake of the one or possibly two people who have made it this far (clearly bent on seeing it through to the point of possible OCD, maybe check into that?)--I hope I don't run out of steam halfway through, and sincerely apologize in advance for both it and/or unmet expectations regarding quality of comments or selected tunes. FYI--I'm going in a rough chronological order, not ranked in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nAXehkVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NRwkzfmqKdU/s1600/berlin+flower+shoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nAXehkVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NRwkzfmqKdU/s200/berlin+flower+shoot.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Who Makes Your Money - Spoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January this was one of my jams, loved the whole album. But when I went to make this list a year later I realized that I hadn't switched this one into the playlist for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Shelter - The XX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these guys open for Hot Chip in April at The Riviera, fantastic. So great when the support act is also someone you like, made the show twice as good as I expected. This album has a great atmosphere, instant buzzword: noirish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Keep It Goin' Louder - Major Lazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend tweeted about this band so I checked them out--retro 90s big techno beats-style, but you can't deny it, even if you don't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. One Life Stand - Hot Chip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite bands from the 2000s, Hot Chip delivers the wit, the melodies, the energy and the fun on every album. This title track from their most recent release is pure hot Chip goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Sara Smile - The Bird and the Bee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy pop sounds of B&amp;amp;B made Fucking Girlfriend one of my favorites songs of all time, so checking out their tribute album of Hall and Oats classics was a no-brainer. If you like this tune, you will need this version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Let's Dance (live) - Ween&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cover is from the show I saw at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago on June 25 (happy birthday, mom!) this year. The sound quality is not fabulous, but the performance itself was stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. White Dove - Levon Helm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend took me to see Levon Helm and his band at Ravinia this summer. I was vaguely familiar with him, but I was never a huge The Band fan. Boy, was I missing out all these years! a 14-pc band blew my mind, and the tracks on Electric Dirt are a good jumping off point. Country tinges make it just that little bit sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Alyo - Hypnotic Brass Ensemble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even remember how I found these guys, but the down and dirty brass is the hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Me and the Devil - Gil Scott-Heron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see GSH back in action. He's still got it, I was worried that his album would sound out of touch but it is, instead, a very well crafted integration of his trademark style with modern sensibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. When Your Mind's Made Up - Glen Hansard &amp;amp; Markéta Irglová&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the soundtrack of Once, the Irish film about a busker who falls in love with a flower girl and the album they record. magic film, brilliant soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Tightrope (feat. Big Boi) - Janelle Monáe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's sister turned me onto this lady. Interesting melange of hip-hop/soul styles with a classical flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Kids - Sleigh Bells&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear M.I.A.'s production all over this shit, but it doesn't matter because it brings the serious nod AND rocks out at the same time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Come On Over (Turn Me On) - Isobel Campbell And Mark Lanegan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these two at Lincoln Hall in September. She's from Belle and Sebastian, and he's from Screaming Trees--what? It's true! Their music is low, slow and sultry; sometimes melancholy and fragile, sometimes heating up. Check out all their albums if you like twee blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's the halfway point so I'll call it Part 1 and leave you hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nBr2Q17I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CjIt1Otjgqo/s1600/fine+riding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-nBr2Q17I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CjIt1Otjgqo/s200/fine+riding.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=N4NPDXH0"&gt;Notable To Me In 2010 pt. 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-2497682200367577689?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2497682200367577689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-year-after-year-we-make-contact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2497682200367577689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2497682200367577689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-year-after-year-we-make-contact.html' title='2011, the year AFTER the Year We Make Contact'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TR-mk08cqRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JiyH70Lgfug/s72-c/50s+dodson+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-5465780713222462807</id><published>2010-12-09T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:55:23.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise</title><content type='html'>--my real life is not &lt;i&gt;nearly&lt;/i&gt; as lonely as it is around &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; joint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TQF6c_2-vgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fpG_1DoJFrg/s1600/broken-record.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TQF6c_2-vgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fpG_1DoJFrg/s320/broken-record.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-5465780713222462807?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5465780713222462807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5465780713222462807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5465780713222462807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-promise.html' title='I promise'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TQF6c_2-vgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fpG_1DoJFrg/s72-c/broken-record.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-305980780056177881</id><published>2010-07-30T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:43:35.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm 40, then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TFMPAY-CQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/wWzLE1wzs3M/s1600/great+america+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TFMPAY-CQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/wWzLE1wzs3M/s320/great+america+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am soooooooooo lazy when it comes to this blog. That's part of the reason I never started on before, and despite the main reason for even having THIS one was to share music with everyone*... I havenae posted anything in ages. Hell, I even started out lazy by just posting links to a few old 8track mixes I made months ago. This blog is FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, however, I suppose I should somehow mark the passage of a major milestone, that of turning 40. Notice I wrote "40" and not "forty." Because "40" is much more visceral, really putting it out there as more than just an age, but as a mathematical point of reference and calculation. "Forty"... that's the way a person in denial would write it. And that's it for the overuse of quotation marks in this post, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, achieving the ripe old age of 40 doesnae feel much different from living as 36, 37, 38 or 39. It actually feels remarkably similar to turning 30, albeit without the looks of pity/sympathy the announcement generally draws. Ironically, or maybe fortunately, I am able to look upon this year as a genuine milestone; I am in a relationship that with any luck will go the distance, one that I am both relishing and terrified of my willingness to risk everything and dive into; and I am starting grad school, an action which signifies my first acknowledgment that I may have some inkling of what I'd like to do when I grow up (which is to be a librarian, apparently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make it back to update this blog before my NEXT milestone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-305980780056177881?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/305980780056177881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-guess-im-40-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/305980780056177881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/305980780056177881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-guess-im-40-then.html' title='I guess I&apos;m 40, then'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TFMPAY-CQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/wWzLE1wzs3M/s72-c/great+america+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-2232166409224609267</id><published>2010-07-16T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:25:05.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes 40</title><content type='html'>Just over a week now before the Big 4-0. That's "four-oh". I am giddy with anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-2232166409224609267?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2232166409224609267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-comes-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2232166409224609267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2232166409224609267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-comes-40.html' title='here comes 40'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-2032537766839812466</id><published>2010-05-28T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:03:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Frend Joe</title><content type='html'>I've got some good friends named Sharon and Greg. We've all known each other for almost 15 years now, so when they decided to start a family, I thoroughly approved. They're both very intelligent, funny and caring people--Greg is an artist/professor, and Sharon is a graphic designer/elementary school teacher--pretty good place to start from, eh? Seeing as how i don't have any kids, I like to live vicariously through my friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they decided to adopt three at-risk kids who'd been bounced around foster homes for most of their young lives, I admired my friends even more, and couldn't wait to meet these kids who had made such an impression and changed their lives so much. Christopher, Brian and Jarvis are three of the brightest little guys I've ever known... their smiles will blow you away, so bright and honest--it restores your faith in humanity. When I went up to stay with them for a couple of days to catch up and work on some art projects, the boys and I had plenty of quality time looking at comic books, playing superheroes, you know--all the cool stuff you get to do in summer when you're a free-wheelin' little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds corny and sentimental, but I really do believe that it's important to try and make good impressions on kids when they're in that crucial development stage, and to encourage them to think and expand their horizons.&amp;nbsp; I also think it's important to listen to them, instead of just telling them what to do and where to sit, play, etc.--and when the kids are as bright and full of energy as my friends' are, well... it's the easiest thing in the world to do. We had a great visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I made more of an impression on Brian than I realized. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=215727&amp;amp;id=545333071&amp;amp;l=d79aa0ed00"&gt;This is a story he wrote&lt;/a&gt;, and it was passed along to my friends at their parent-teacher conference. He wrote it for a  class assignment; the topic was to write about his summer, and this is  what he came up with :D When my buddy gave me a copy of it, I was speechless--and so proud of the wee guy, I wanted to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TABCQcj-ddI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wy4ruW8xfvs/s1600/BP+story+portrait+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TABCQcj-ddI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wy4ruW8xfvs/s320/BP+story+portrait+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotta hand it to him, he's got a promising  future as a caricaturist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-2032537766839812466?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2032537766839812466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-frend-joe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2032537766839812466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2032537766839812466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-frend-joe.html' title='My Frend Joe'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TABCQcj-ddI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wy4ruW8xfvs/s72-c/BP+story+portrait+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-4290058194369685682</id><published>2010-05-23T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:22:13.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops! or: hello face, it's been a while</title><content type='html'>A musician friend from my days in Scotland posted something about being in Chicago on her Facebook page the other day. I quickly fired off a message--if she was in town, we HAD to grab a drink or something! Turns out she is now in a group called Geese, supporting &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/imogenheap"&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/a&gt; at the Riviera tonight, and was gracious enough to put myself and my girlfriend on the guestlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't seen Emma for at least a couple of years, probably a little bit more than that; naturally, I wanted to look my best (or as best as possible with what I've got left to work with at this point, haha) so I figured I'd better trim up my beard. Now, for those of you not familiar with my current "look" (which is NOT represented in my wee profile pic), I have worn a beard--neatly trimmed--and mustache, an upgrade from the goatee I sported for the previous decade or so, for the past couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing the trimmer, I tucked in under my chin and carved a swath up my neck... what the hell?! Yep... a big, ragged-looking shaved patch had suddenly appeared smack dab in the middle of my nicely kept beard. I'd forgotten to put the guard back on, and was basically using it as a shaver instead. "It's not THAT bad," I rationalized after a couple minutes' close inspection in the mirror. "Maybe I can fix it, blend it in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt: click the trimmer down to setting #1 and see what happens. Not much, turns out. Still looked patchy from too many angles. "Ok, maybe I can try and shave my chin, leaving some sort of 'ragtime porkchops' or something..." Ummm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my baby face would be making its first appearance in several years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-4290058194369685682?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4290058194369685682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/oops-or-hello-face-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4290058194369685682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4290058194369685682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/oops-or-hello-face-its-been-while.html' title='oops! or: hello face, it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-4349403300155736831</id><published>2010-05-15T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:15:10.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>badge music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S-7TjZE_pPI/AAAAAAAAADE/wurOM0zl8Wk/s1600/duotshirtjpgbig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S-7TjZE_pPI/AAAAAAAAADE/wurOM0zl8Wk/s320/duotshirtjpgbig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you're a regular reader, you may remember a post I did a few months ago about my wee side business making badges. If you're just joining the fun here at Quake's Crib, a quick catch-up: I make and sell custom and vintage badges, in various sizes and product formats (for examples, check out my Etsy shop: &lt;a href="http://badgesbyquake.etsy.com/"&gt;http://badgesbyquake.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; ). Here and there I'll do some badges for bands, and if I like their music i'll write a quick blurb about them. Such is the case with local Chicago rockers Saint Aviator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Michael Main, the man behind SA, as the drummer for another band I do badges for, Tiny Magnets. I dropped off some one night at a gig where he was pulling double duty; I sat down for Tiny Magnets, but I stuck around a bit for SA. Good thing--their bass heavy, low-end rock sound was a nice capper to the evening, and when Michael threw a couple of tracks my way, I didn't say no. Keep an eye out, you might just want some power dischordia in your own head sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-4349403300155736831?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4349403300155736831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/badge-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4349403300155736831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4349403300155736831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/05/badge-music.html' title='badge music'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S-7TjZE_pPI/AAAAAAAAADE/wurOM0zl8Wk/s72-c/duotshirtjpgbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-5800510854846115137</id><published>2010-03-14T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:42:40.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S5034goTE0I/AAAAAAAAACc/PT2ndymOSGM/s1600-h/1200+sq+ft+of+Jarvis+cover+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448572568159327042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S5034goTE0I/AAAAAAAAACc/PT2ndymOSGM/s320/1200+sq+ft+of+Jarvis+cover+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here it is, FINALLY--my very first effort as MC Quake, the immortal "1200 sq ft of Jarvis". Officially released as Picket Fence Series #B02, this 30-minute EP marked the first time I had created anything on my own and put it out for public consumption. Now, tens of copies later, here it is, resurrected and put forth for your listening pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the shambolic, lo-fi nature; I was working with what little gear I had, and I am generally pleased with the results. Lots of sampling and looping on this one, including my first attempt at "turning the tables" on my old friend King Creosote (sampling him from old audio cassette letters we'd traded over the years, as he had done to me, in effect responsible for my own birth as MC Quake) and dropping him over an old school hip-hop loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about this wee album is that precisely because I didn't have much of a clue as to what I was doing, I tended to be more meticulous and find workarounds to achieve the effects/styles I wanted, as opposed to later projects where I grew lazier and used more shortcuts as I became more familiar with how to use all the tools I had. For example, my favorite track (and still one of my finest moments, in my opinion) "the new bushisms". I tried really hard to cut and paste Bush's words as seamlessly as possible, and reconstruct his sentiments into what I felt was a bit closer to the reality of the political climate as well as load it with as much irony as I possibly could, haha. That one actually was used on another anti-Bush compilation at one point, but I've pretty much lost track of it now. And of course, what seemed to be at the time (and to some extent, really was) an important statement, now hardly seems relevant. That's the problem with a lot of my music; it has short legs because its subject matter tended to be tied to current events/politics. Gotta write more love songs, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst track is the poem, "made it". Although it foreshadows some good stuff down the line, it's a crap poem, really, and I should have left it off. The underlying track is a bit more interesting, though, as I created it using samples of native american flutes run backwards. Definitely gives it an atmospheric, spooky feel which I like. I should lift it and use it for something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also want to give a shout out to my friend Alex, a.k.a. M I S F I T--if you're out there somewhere reading this, get in touch, man! Lots to talk about since the last time I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MBSN3P1M"&gt;MC Quake - Picket Fence #B02 "1200 sq ft of Jarvis"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the title refers to my flat in Chicago at the time, a HUGE place of 1200sqft, on the corner of Greenview and Jarvis. and although my address was officially listed as being on Greenview... "1200 sq ft of Greenview" just didn't sound as good, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. the cover art is original artwork done by my friend and partner in art crimes, Greg Porcaro. he would also go on to design the cover art for my next Picket Fence release, "Precisely 24 Hours After"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-5800510854846115137?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5800510854846115137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5800510854846115137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/5800510854846115137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S5034goTE0I/AAAAAAAAACc/PT2ndymOSGM/s72-c/1200+sq+ft+of+Jarvis+cover+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-2976558282230291528</id><published>2010-02-08T23:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:23:44.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin' busy (or at least going through the motions)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S3DxCXDqIBI/AAAAAAAAACU/sQBwU8Pd_oM/s1600-h/116_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S3DxCXDqIBI/AAAAAAAAACU/sQBwU8Pd_oM/s320/116_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436109773087580178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not doing a very good job at keeping this blog going on a regular basis, hunh? even with the exciting prospect of knowing that danmcdan, my only fan (hey, it rhymes cuz I'm skilled sometimes... yeaah. anyway...) might actually read this (thus ensuring that my efforts are not in vain, and only slightly less masturbatory)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of wasting two hours fucking around on Facebook and Yelp tonight, I *probably* should have zipped up one of those requested Picket Fences and uploaded it for your later downloading pleasure. but instead, I'll take the lazy way out and simply link to an online mix I posted a few days ago dedicated to the glorious act of getting naked and humping someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mcquake/baby-makin-music"&gt;baby makin' music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-2976558282230291528?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2976558282230291528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/02/gettin-busy-or-at-least-going-through.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2976558282230291528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2976558282230291528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/02/gettin-busy-or-at-least-going-through.html' title='gettin&apos; busy (or at least going through the motions)'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/S3DxCXDqIBI/AAAAAAAAACU/sQBwU8Pd_oM/s72-c/116_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-8340575487351420864</id><published>2010-01-02T13:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:24:34.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it coulda been a contender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sz-chLs_1fI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ZmxdBpQiKo/s1600-h/split+pf+JDTTS+cover+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sz-chLs_1fI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ZmxdBpQiKo/s320/split+pf+JDTTS+cover+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422224570268505586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sz-cBB2ha0I/AAAAAAAAACE/JsqAz6Uvk-Y/s1600-h/DTTS+split+picket+fartwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sz-cBB2ha0I/AAAAAAAAACE/JsqAz6Uvk-Y/s320/DTTS+split+picket+fartwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422224017868286786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a couple of comments on a post, encouraging me to post up more of my own music from the early Fence era (coincidentally my only "era" to date), so I dug in the crates and came up with this wee gem: Geography Is The Most Important Meal Of The Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is a collaboration with Jonnie Common, the genius behind Scottish indie faves and fellow Fence stalwarts DownTheTinySteps. The idea grew out of my admiration for one of their songs on their first Picket Fence release called "Don't Cut Your Hair." I liked the song and wanted to do a remix of it. When I asked Jonnie if he was up for it, and to send me the master tracks to play around with, he ended up re-recording the song with an MC Quake-specific verse and suggested we not just stop with one track, but collaborate on an entire album. What a great idea! So we sent each other a collection of bits and pieces of stuff, went to work on our respective sides of the pond and produced the tracks that you find here. Jonnie took our efforts and ordered them, even drew some quite lovely album art (which I have around here somewhere...) and... VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim was to release Geography as part of a future Picket Fence series, but alas that was not meant to be. Instead, it got a VERY tiny release (Jonnie sold his copies for five quid, I think; I basically gave all my copies away to friends)--if you have one of the original CDR copies of this, consider yourself lucky, my friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6GPBZCZI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC Quake &amp;amp; Jonnie Common - Geography Is The Most Important Meal Of The Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*can't seem to locate the original front cover art, the pic on the left was one of my early suggestions that didn't make it. the inside tracklisting is nice though, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-8340575487351420864?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8340575487351420864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-coulda-been-contender.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8340575487351420864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8340575487351420864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-coulda-been-contender.html' title='it coulda been a contender'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sz-chLs_1fI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ZmxdBpQiKo/s72-c/split+pf+JDTTS+cover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-4395786903647703330</id><published>2010-01-02T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:45:21.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight on Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Uyo4jTViL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Uyo4jTViL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I read a Facebook comment on a friend's status from this guy named David DeRosa, who--instead of mimosas--makes a drink he calls a DeRosa. The trick is to use grapefruit juice instead of orange juice with the champagne, apparently. This got me thinking about an excellent album from a fantastic Scottish band called De Rosa. Alas, I'm pretty sure the band is no more, but they certainly did make some fine music when they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of both De Rosa's, here's a little new year's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=XBMQ5T9I"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;De Rosa - Mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-4395786903647703330?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4395786903647703330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/spotlight-on-scotland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4395786903647703330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/4395786903647703330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2010/01/spotlight-on-scotland.html' title='Spotlight on Scotland'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-725558674733960875</id><published>2009-12-08T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:23:31.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sloooooooooooooow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sx7f6yDU81I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hR4XmUB_-eA/s1600-h/lh+torino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sx7f6yDU81I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hR4XmUB_-eA/s320/lh+torino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413010003107050322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, things have been pretty slow lately on the blog front (or should I just go ahead and push them together into the probably hipper, 'blogfront'?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly because I discovered that 8tracks site where I can create and post mixes without having to upload them to rapidshare or megaupload or wherever. sure, you can download them and save them, but seeing as how I get the feeling that no one is actually reading this in the first place... not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ARE, however, indeed reading this, why not leave a comment? a little note to say, "I was here, you suck/rawk/should post more/etc." I'd like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-725558674733960875?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/725558674733960875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/12/sloooooooooooooow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/725558674733960875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/725558674733960875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/12/sloooooooooooooow.html' title='sloooooooooooooow'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sx7f6yDU81I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hR4XmUB_-eA/s72-c/lh+torino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-3552084663060707336</id><published>2009-11-27T11:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:08:15.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry dance party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SxAKb-CuFzI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8bvnx5dau0/s1600/118_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SxAKb-CuFzI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8bvnx5dau0/s320/118_1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834628099118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's offering is a nice, long dance mix courtesy of a guy named DJ Schecht. DJ Schecht is from Scotland, although I never met him (our relationship never got past the online communication stage) despite being in Scotland a fair bit in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schecht has an eclectic touch in his mixes, while staying firmly rooted in the kind of beats that make it damn near impossible to refrain from somehow bopping along--your toe taps, your head nods, your shake your ass like a Polaroid picture--SOMETHING gets moving when DJ Schecht is at the controls. which makes it the perfect thing to blast when you're psyching yourself up to do the laundry, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/313010032/DJ_Schect_-_schechtmix_june_05.mp3.html"&gt;DJ Schecht - June 05 mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OQ7L2O24"&gt;DJ Schecht - July 05 mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/313501487/wo_ist_der_microhaus_-_homegamerematchreeewind.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Schecht - Wo Ist Der Schechthaus?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-3552084663060707336?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3552084663060707336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/laundry-dance-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/3552084663060707336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/3552084663060707336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/laundry-dance-party.html' title='laundry dance party'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SxAKb-CuFzI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8bvnx5dau0/s72-c/118_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-8102568858274830630</id><published>2009-11-26T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:33:16.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>perfunctory thanksgiving sentiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sw6tpKB4YcI/AAAAAAAAABo/npz5i4Eq9kE/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sw6tpKB4YcI/AAAAAAAAABo/npz5i4Eq9kE/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408451125097030082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is going to say what they're thankful for today--so instead, how about we just jam out to this then go stuff ourselves. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55np_K6LHI0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Maker - OnTheFly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-8102568858274830630?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8102568858274830630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfunctory-thanksgiving-sentiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8102568858274830630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/8102568858274830630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfunctory-thanksgiving-sentiment.html' title='perfunctory thanksgiving sentiment'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/Sw6tpKB4YcI/AAAAAAAAABo/npz5i4Eq9kE/s72-c/IMG_2974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-1730570722062971598</id><published>2009-11-17T10:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:32:06.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nat king cole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glenn miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry james'/><title type='text'>swingin' in the windy city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwLPczvTIkI/AAAAAAAAABg/jreUcayWP9w/s1600/swing+kids+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwLPczvTIkI/AAAAAAAAABg/jreUcayWP9w/s320/swing+kids+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405110596629897794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, I like swing. when the Cherry Poppin' Daddies were hotter than a nun's first curry, I was right down in front. the problem was... I can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swing dance, that is. oh sure--I've got rhythm, and I can move onto the dancefloor and 'bust a move' (or whatever terminology is used these days to refer to the random flailing of limbs and pelvis), but until last monday, I couldn't swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not gonna boast and claim that I'm ready to sign up for Dancing with the Chicago Stars just yet--but my girlfriend DID sign us up for swing dance lessons, and after two solid weeks of "quick, quick, slow... slow" stepping, I am feeling pretty damn good about eventually slipping into some retro duds and taking my baby out to a club for some free-wheelin' swing kids fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in honor of my new found love of all things swing, I'm posting a few of the tunes that have gotten me through the classes and helped me get my swing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/308362413/08_Straighten_Up_And_Fly_Right.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straighten Up and Fly Right - Nat King Cole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/308362974/15_-_Harry_James_-_Two_O_Clock_Jump.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two O' Clock Jump - Harry James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/308363419/11_I_ve_Got_a_Gal_in_Kalamazoo.mp3.html"&gt;I've Got A Gal in Kalamazoo - Glenn Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-1730570722062971598?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1730570722062971598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/swingin-in-windy-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/1730570722062971598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/1730570722062971598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/swingin-in-windy-city.html' title='swingin&apos; in the windy city'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwLPczvTIkI/AAAAAAAAABg/jreUcayWP9w/s72-c/swing+kids+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-7062354822683802955</id><published>2009-11-16T15:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:38:16.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicmonday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix CD'/><title type='text'>hold on, it's a cover-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwHCtmwJdWI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh4m51Mbqug/s1600/disco+astronaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwHCtmwJdWI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh4m51Mbqug/s320/disco+astronaut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404815116573701474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this subject could (and probably should) inspire a lengthy discussion of the merits of reinterpreting someone else's song... but it won't as I am far too lazy at this point in the day. kind of just wanted to post this for the sake of #musicmonday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a link to a zipped up mix of some of my favorite covers. let me know what you think if anything particularly strikes you, and please feel free to post any of your own faves as well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2VH0ZFS8"&gt;mc quake's cover mix 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a link to a lovely, wonky oldschool computer cover on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ht96HJ01SE4"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-7062354822683802955?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7062354822683802955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/hold-on-its-cover-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7062354822683802955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/7062354822683802955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/hold-on-its-cover-up.html' title='hold on, it&apos;s a cover-up'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwHCtmwJdWI/AAAAAAAAABY/oh4m51Mbqug/s72-c/disco+astronaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-9159850732535183591</id><published>2009-11-16T10:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:44:11.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Badges--you NEED some stinking badges!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwGBUjrO1_I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVXIsUQwGn4/s1600/pile+of+badges+3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwGBUjrO1_I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVXIsUQwGn4/s320/pile+of+badges+3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404743217995241458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time to self-promote a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my spare time, I like to make and sell badges. Yes, I said 'badges,' not 'buttons,' or 'pins.' I call my products badges because that's what they call them in Scotland, where my obsession for these wee bits of fun first developed. and despite the fact that I now am back in the States and people look at me funny whenever I say badges, I stick with it because that's what I call them in my own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that we've gotten THAT out of the way, it's time to pimp the goods. if you've taken more than a fleeting glance at my blog, you'll see the RSS feed from my Etsy shop near the bottom of the lefthand side. yes, I have an Etsy shop. it's a pain in the ass and damn near worthless, but it does provide a fairly simple venue for me to showcase some of my stuff, at least enough to give folks an idea of what I make. the direct link is at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make badges, magnets, keychain bottle openers and pocket mirrors, in 1-inch and 2.25-inch sizes. I tend to use a lot of vintage comic books, as well as any other vintage paper stuff I can get my hands on. but I also like to pry random images out of context from more modern mags like Time and Entertainment Weekly... really whatever I can cadge for free :D most of the stuff I make is one-of-a-kind, unique--more like tiny pieces of individual, wearable art than some factory-produced bit of tat. believe me, I had to train myself to actually give them up for sale, as each time I make one I seem to want to keep it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do custom work, so hit me up with any ideas or orders--this stuff makes for EXCELLENT stocking stuffers, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badgesbyquake.etsy.com/"&gt;BadgesByQuake on Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-9159850732535183591?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/9159850732535183591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/badges-you-need-some-stinking-badges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/9159850732535183591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/9159850732535183591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/badges-you-need-some-stinking-badges.html' title='Badges--you NEED some stinking badges!'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwGBUjrO1_I/AAAAAAAAABA/KVXIsUQwGn4/s72-c/pile+of+badges+3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-2462007402842558251</id><published>2009-11-16T10:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:26:03.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oloworms'/><title type='text'>OLO Radio--are YOU listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4ncJ_1tunPg/RsiRjv3NUgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-2awjwB4nOw/s1600/newheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4ncJ_1tunPg/RsiRjv3NUgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-2awjwB4nOw/s1600/newheader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having spent a bit of time in the UK and met LOADS of incredibly talented people, I'll probably eventually start pimping them here. first up are my friends at OLO Radio: http://www.oloradio.blogspot.com/ these guys are like a wacky, unstoppable creative force that combines music, stagecraft and manual art into one intriguing and highly entertaining package. get on board with them today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of years ago I had the honor of putting together a mix for their station, and as I'm not sure it's still available in their archive, I'd like to present it again here. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=497YLD8F"&gt;mc quake's OLO Radio mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-2462007402842558251?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2462007402842558251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/olo-radio-are-you-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2462007402842558251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/2462007402842558251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/olo-radio-are-you-listening.html' title='OLO Radio--are YOU listening?'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4ncJ_1tunPg/RsiRjv3NUgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-2awjwB4nOw/s72-c/newheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289052569019722040.post-960036678618425584</id><published>2009-11-15T22:43:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:26:19.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electronic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-fence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onthefly'/><title type='text'>let's kick this shit off, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwDdKQ1PXFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gdlX6FMjeI/s1600/10x10-05_AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwDdKQ1PXFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gdlX6FMjeI/s320/10x10-05_AA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404562721231297618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I finally decided to try maintaining my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because I particularly care about regaling the tens of readers I'm sure to accumulate with what I profess ARE probably quite ingenious and provocative thoughts on life, love and the rest of whatever... no, not because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the REAL reason I started this blog is to share some music with you. because more than likely--if you're reading this--you love music as much as I do, and would appreciate picking up a few more tunes here and there that you might not have otherwise. hell, I've probably made you at least one mix tape or CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get things rolling with one of my own tunes. it's a collaboration with my good friend OnTheFly, a fantastic electronic musician and drummer. it was released on his own micro-label De-Fence Records (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.de-fencerecords.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258346902_6"&gt;www.de-fencerecords.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) as part of an ongoing series. check it out, and all the rest--some amazing unsigned talent showcased there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/307666601/07_get_yo_shit_2getha.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your shit together - onthefly with mc quake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5289052569019722040-960036678618425584?l=quakescrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/feeds/960036678618425584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-kick-this-shit-off-shall-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/960036678618425584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5289052569019722040/posts/default/960036678618425584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakescrib.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-kick-this-shit-off-shall-we.html' title='let&apos;s kick this shit off, shall we?'/><author><name>mc quake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270557625781409634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/TVKv4NIJWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DONHCDLs1PU/s220/me%2Bworry%2Blines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTYuq3rfcOg/SwDdKQ1PXFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-gdlX6FMjeI/s72-c/10x10-05_AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
