yesterday, TMYLM spent lots of time being outraged, shocked, and variously consumed by dreams of cannibalism.  as letters to aig provoke strong reactions across the aisle, we got to thinking about the holiday of passover thats a-coming up for us jews.  if we can argue that pesach represented a perfect embodied example of proletarian revolution: the leaving in the dust, literally, of the accumulated capital of the egyptian empire and rising up in a strike to cross the river where labor was not converted to surplus value (hence the unleavened bread), we may offer in rejoinder: where’s our embodied revolt?  the perfect thing about pesach was its insistence on the non-ethnic divide of the egyptians and hebrews (remember that moses was, early 90s multiculti speaking, an egpytian although by blood a hebrew!) but rather class divide - class that could only be experienced through slave labor.  in every other biblical story, it’s an ethnic problem that causes bloodlust and suffering. in todays america the raped, however, the sitch is quite different, but bodies and slaves are no minor players in the creation and growth of the credit market.  We must reconsume the credit markets, for their speculation consumes us all.

Upstairs: Patti Smith singing “You Light Up My Life” on the perfectly named show, “Kids are People Too.”   Love the riff on punk not being a commodity. Hee.

SO… its really is becoming desperate out there. While the country burns, Obama fiddles with the knobs on his well-tuned neoliberal joke machine.  All is revealed for what it is, the cannibals roaming around - don’t they know they need to come home?  It may be raining, but there’s a rainbow above you.

Desperado - Langley Schools Music Project

Desperado - Johnny Cash

Welcome to Donkey Disco - the final days of the campaign.  First we go from a stale debate (which your correspondent couldn’t avoid) to a genuinely funny one where, nevermind the winner (McCain), the general consensus is that our first black president will inherit our tremendous financial collapse.  What is there to do but to rejoice that some kind of change is gonna come, and to be happy for the good things we have in life (namely, girls?).

Eleni Mandell starts off todays discussion.. A seemingly chickrock song actually is a pretty provocative digression on obsession and nostalgia, a welcome theme thats infected both sides (unfortunately, there are only two) in the election.  Baby Huey picks it up next with a psychedelic masterpiece version of the classic song.  We can only hope the candidates have as much sense as this tweaked out freakface.

I wonder how you feel when you kiss on election night?

Eleni Mandell - Girls

Baby Huey - A Change Is Gonna Come

Check these two hep tracks from some gangbangaz circa 1959. Ah Folkways Records, the Death Row of yesteryear.

Gangland Fight [mediafire]

I Want Food [mediafire]

(Shitty lofi audio samples from the record at Smithsonian Folkways)

what better way to unwind on a hot sticky summer night than an iced cold glass of neo world folk anthems ? stock up now, before there’s a run on the banks!

Fay Lovsky - Automatic Pilot

Italoboyz - Zinga

Although it pisses me off that I’m missing the hilarious cats over at ROFLCON, springtime in Minnepapolis is never to be missed. The way it smells reminds me of some kind of decaying 60s psychedelia, which is why you’re gonna listen to it today too!

Arif Sag - Osman

Welcome to the police state - no, not that kind. We mean the kind where they play the same fucking Police album three times in a row. It’s enough to make you want to move to Canada if only Montreal weren’t so cold. As a welcome antidote, TMYLM is posting two delicious slow and sultry songs that will get your tingle in a wingle just as soon as you can say GOLD CASE. The first, an odd David-Lynch-fucks-the-Eighties soul number is more sad; the second, a gem off the Afro-Peruvian classics album, picks you back up. Innjoy!

Luz Casal - Un Ano De Amor
Cecila Barraza - Canterurias

I was gonna say something like “these bands are like a musical tsunami” but then I remembered that’d be like wiping my ass with 9/11 toilet paper in front of a firefighter with no legs.

First up, Indonesian Love Boat pop, followed by the White Snake of Jakarta. Enjoyz.

White Shoes and the Couples Company - Aksi Kucing

The Super Insurgent Group of Intemperance Talent - The Party

Listen, we at TMYLM are quite lazy, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t appreciate when others are not lazy.  So (So) it comes as no surprise that we had to link to a double-plus-ungood unlazy link.  Its a page of covers of Leonard Cohen’s incredible Hallelujah.

My Old Kentucky Blog - Hallelujah Covers (Updated)

Me shoes may be full of cold rain and me head may be muddy, but me heart is hearty and me ears be feasting on this Bordello-ish nomad punk. Normally I’m wary of bands with “messages” about uniting voices and ending poverty and traveling around in their undoubtedly Patchouli-shtinking bus, but I must admit I was won over by their scrappy, cacophonous mess of music (not to mention facial tattoos).

And then I dreams of Bam the Unstoppable, kicking back on the tour bus, a Sobe in one hand, a dog-eared copy of No Logo in the other, iBuds blasting this into his perfect ears. That is, until shuffle switches that shit to some Javanese flute music!

Psalters - El Elyon (live)

Bonus: more suggested donation downloads!