Oh for a time when cold gray Brooklyn meant enchantment and you walked into O’Connors and the warmth and the dirt sent a tingle. And you talked about the mayoral race and Sandy Endo and local politics because you half-way believed in it. Calexico covered Love, the Rhino Girl Groups box-set blared, and things were looking good. Now it’s huevos a la mexicana every weekend and pop-fuck-electro and (if you’re lucky) dancing at some bouncer-ridden club where you can’t bump into anyone for fear of rumpling their glitter.

Toni Basil - I’m 28

Calexico - Alone Again Or (live)

Hyper Crush - Candy Store

Cat Scratch - What Would Harley Do?

Today TMYLM continues our tour of aural worldly delights, after a brief respite in honor of plagiarism and death surrounding the blogosphere in these darkened times. Yes, you’ll have to put on your famous sunglasses for these ones, both picked up, sans venereal disease, in a hostel somewhere in the southern hemisphere. First up we have rootsrock band Kultiration bringing in a dancehallish rhythm over some weird-ass Swedish mixing. Sounds lame until ya hear it, don’t ya know… Next up is Colombian band Aterciopelados notspinning out some cool ass cumbia but without the beats so prevalent in, well, these darkened times. Next time you’re waiting in some cold ass line to hear Diplo at your local shithole, you’ll appreciate these in your mind.

Kultiration - Sparkar Och Slag
Aterciopelados - Baracunatana

Well, we’re back. It was a fun trip, Il Duce Guiliani’s contribution to DF’s fashionable police scene notwithstanding. The beautiful Mexico DF, surrounded by quesadillas and tacos (but with some encroaching disturbing scenes, including a Domino’s pizza across the street from a Little fucking Ceasars). Thus, semi-happily borne into the berth of New York and with a smiley wink to all music loving friends in New York, the next few posts from this werld traveller will have some of the werld-ly music I picked up abroad.

Kumbia All Starz - Spidi Gonzalez
Ska Cubano - Yiri Yiri Bon (Dancehall Remix)

Here’s a mix from the cold gray streets of midwinter New York. Some hot-ass cumbia jams to get ourselves out of the doldrums, and to play for your Argentine-Mexican hostel bitties to show them just how cool your New York friends are. Grab it now, before cumbia becomes this year’s bailefunk.

Cumbia, Tu Sabes?! - Tell Me You Love Me Mix (43:some odd minutes)

The drill bit sinks in. The hole is lined to prevent a cave in. Once the drill reaches the oil, it is withdrawn so that pumps and pipes can be inserted into the hole to extract it. Dear reader, I come before you today to say that civilization is coming to an end. You need not listen to the doomsayers, seers, conspiracy theorists or blind prophets to know it’s nigh as fuck. Just bend your ears to the geologists, physicists, bankers and (environ)mentalists. They are preaching the true word–The Gospel According to Peak Oil. The dishes are done.

Back in the day, people were stepping in puddles of the shit. Black gold or early 19th C. dog shit? Daniel Plainview is Jed Clampett minus the hillbilly and plus the Book of Revelations. He buys up land faster than the municipal government coked up on eminent domain. But what’s on Plainview’s iPod? Capitalistic beats. Orchestral heart attacks. Dissonant soundscapes dry humping a flaming oil derrick. Best listened to while taking over with hostility.

Jonny Greenwood - Proven Lands (There Will Be Blood OST)

Winner, epic-as-fuck song with longest title from 2005 that we didn’t know about til 2008:

Johnny Boy - You Are the Generation That Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve

two twinkly tunes for your next wintry mix.

Twink - Rosemary’s Baby Theme
Rockabye Baby - Under My Thumb