Whether SAD means Seasonal Affective Disorder or Social Anxiety Disorder or just plain old sad sad, we’d be glad to inject some melatonin, xanax, or other endorphin stimulants into your bloodstream. But since we’re all virtual, and shit, here’s some music:

Bat for Lashes - What’s a Girl to Do?

Dri - Free Tonight

Juvelen - Summer Spring

This is a little more weird than wonderful, but what the hell–portisheadish strings with some thwackety-thwack percussion and Japanese vocals I can’t make heads or tails of. For when the world starts falling apart a little.

Hana - Asa-Chang & Junray

Here’s to coming together! To parties with proletarian stomping and lamb balls and boring biddies in blue dresses! Here’s to parties and their aftermaths that are slightly less traumatizing than Katrina but up there with a category 3 hurricane. Here’s to hordes of friends, flushed face in a coke haze making your downstairs neighbors’ lives a living hell. To dozens of hirsute young hipsters pouring Tall Boys down each others’ throats and choking the hallway like 205 Bar on Hollertronix night. Hate ‘em or leave ‘em, cuz democracy ain’t dead and neither is John McCain. The Mac is back!!

Low - Hatchet (Optimimi version)

Fine, so we won’t bother you with more hilarious posts from the TSA’s blog (but for the diehard: today a post intended to laud the blogosphere for their hard work turns into a total asskicking. brilliant) but instead turn your precious attention, inspired by some random Spivak wandering, to the postcolonial realities encapsulated by this song. Wrought from the soundtrack to King of Scotland, a movie whose pretensions to antiracism actually amount to painting its idealist white lead as savior (with long hair no less), this song nevertheless shows us how music is able to travel much more than any kind of bullshit philosophizing.

Angela Kalule - Me and Bobby McGee

Really, aforementioned TSA “blog” is a fucking riot. Check out today’s enlightened propag response to customers’ complaint about the liquid bans on airplanes. Simultaneously claiming that the preparation of these bombs is very much more complex than tossing together several bottles-worth of formula and lighting it up AND that even creative ways to smuggle liquids in are less effective because, eventually, they still have to mix it right and get it into the right container, Kip “Chip” “Chipz” Hawley nevertheless hilariously defends the TSA’s mindboggingly stupid laws on liquid bans. Read the comments though, they’re a real treat, ranging from the delicious:

How can the UK “plot” be considered a “very serious” one when the would-be conspirators had not procured tickets, passports (in some cases), and DID NOT HAVE A WORKABLE BINARY LIQUID EXPLOSIVE? The ban on liquids is precisely as sensible and necessary as is a ban on manticores or cyclopses; we know it, you know it, and it is a large part of why Americans do not take TSA at all seriously, and view airport screening as an unfunny joke.

to the unfunniest mess, worthy of the fucks over at Family Security Matters:

It is amazing to me that Pre-9/ll this manner of comments are still being made. This type of attitude is the very reason the government did nothing to thwart the threat because the public would be angry because of the “inconvenience” it would have caused them. Finally, the government does something preemptive to stop a serious threat and the public groans and complains. I guess America only wants more blood shed before they’ll be willing to put up with minor inconveniences when they fly.

Anyway, here’s an awesome, Phil-Spector-produced weird Leonard Cohen song also having to do not only with your little carry-on but also liquids, and it does it in ringing, vaudevillian style.

Leonard Cohen - Don’t Go Home With Your Hard-On

Substantially less hated than the TSA (that recently started a fucking blog, with humor no less!), local brownstone band Professor Murder seems nevertheless to be buying into paranoid theories about their incidental relationship to the SoCa scene. We at TMYLM are never ones to shy away from controversies, and since we’d rather devote our love to Professor Murder instead of blog whipping boys the NYPD, we’ll go ahead and post a little remix that just came our way… And to prove that PM may or may not be so late on the bandwagon its like local positivist philolsopher gone wrong, compare it to the old Dutch Hex which kicked major fucking ass.

Professor Murder - Dutch Hex (Max Pask Murdub Mix) removed by request of someone
Professor Murder -Hutch Dex

Boston or DC, which sucks more? While the eternal argument rages ever onward, old NY friend and current Porter Square resident Makinola sends us music to distract us from our vascillating hatred:

I stumbled onto Modeselektor while checking out the BPitch Control Label. The samples suggested some really hot techno, but it was really one description of a song that got me.

“2000007″ features guest verses from the French rap group TTC in what sounds like an old-school hip-hop interlude from a Transylvanian children’s TV show…”

Totally awesome.

2000007

You can’t take any old Caribbean beat and turn it into hot shit, can you? Soca? Really?

Time to breaks you off with some real dancehall bangaz:

Jahcoozi - Double Barrell Name (Siriusmo Mix)

Booty Cologne - 8 Drunk Gods (ft Top Cat)

We don’t normally do this at TMYLM but a particularly abject night leads us to a reposting of this delicious DJ Hoff mix, which came to us via the Neutered Noel via The Sweet Fix via Discobelle (via ethanol subsidies powering electricity, newly responsible for fucking bagels rising to over $1).

DF Hoff - Stereo! Mix