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24 Redwood City, CA Man


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Dec 8
Middle Eastern, White
6′ 2″ (1.88m)
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"With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire."
- T. S. Eliot

"To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don’t deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!"
- Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

"I've never been more than a bodiless gaze, whose only soul was a slight breeze that passed by and saw.

I have something of the spirit of a bohemian, of those who let life slip away, like something that slips through one's fingers because the gesture to seize it falls asleep at the mere idea.

I've lived certain moments of respite in the presence of Nature, moments sculpted out of tender isolation, that will always be like medals for me. In these moments I forgot all of my life's goals, all of the paths I wanted to follow. An immense spiritual tranquility fell into the blue lap of my aspirations - and allowed me to enjoy being nothing." - Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, p. 269

"Clearing my mind again.
Watch the waves crashing onto the black sand,
and stare across the sea. Glad to see
something out of control like me.
Remember where I’m from.
A tiny spec like a cell in the ocean.
And all my grave concerns
will burn out with me,
never to return."
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So … I haven't exactly invested much into this thing. But I'm going to end up stuck alone in an apartment in a new town for a large chunk of December and the time surrounding New Years. I will, quite genuinely, be looking for any possible way to fill the time.
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Huge fan of dark, alternative R&B along the lines of The Weeknd lately. The closest similars I can find are Meek DeMeo (listen to Near Death), Johnny Rain (listen to Jericho), and TALWST (Illangelo produced his EP, Alien Tentacle Sex; listen to Mercy Me). And if you know anything similar, do make recommendations back. (End of Update) Update to the update: Banks and FKA Twigs. Even better than the references above but definitely still just as Weeknd-inspired. (Update: and now FKA Twigs is going mainstream...)

Fan of the oud, a Middle Eastern fretless guitar–like instrument. (We get the English word “lute” from a bastardization of “oud:” the word ‘the’ in Arabic is “al,” so “al oud” eventually became corrupted to “lute.”) Three songs I would recommend that are somewhat more accessible to people who aren’t used to it and will surely sound very different from one another are The Astounding Eyes of Rita from Anouar Brahem (Tunisian), Asfar by Le Trio Joubran (Palestinian), and Happened at al–Amiriya by Naseer Shamma (Iraqi). Happened at al–Amiriya is “about” the American invasion of Baghdad; soft playing represents the peaceful mood in time prior, and then a playing technique that is more difficult to pull off than it sounds makes the whole instrument sound like a blaring siren, before things get hectic. Of the three, it’s the one you’ll surely find least enjoyable to listen to; but this is one of the things I love most about the oud: it often feels less like it’s playing you a song than it does like it’s telling you a passionate story.

Lowkey, a British–born half–Iraqi. The song Terrorist? includes lines like ’is terrorism my lyrics — when more Vietnam vets killed themselves after the war than died in it?’ and ’it seems nuts — how could there be such agony, when more Israelis die from peanut allergies?’ (It’s true: more Israelis die from peanut allergies than from Palestinian terrorism.) It’s the kind of rap you can get an education from; there are references to political figures like Salvador Allende and Mohammed Mossadegh you'd have to recognize in order to make sense of half of the lines.

A couple more: Mic Righteous. He’s much less political, but ’I Know’ is one of my favorite workout pump tracks of all time. Devlin. Check ’Runaway’ and both the studio and acoustic versions of ’Rewind.’ Reveal. Listen to ’Warning’ and ’Neva Blink.’ Akala. Listen to ’Find No Enemy.’ I’ll leave it there, for now, and I won’t write another love poem for Dessa.

Basically, I love anything that sounds new. I literally get depressed sometimes when I start analyzing it and thinking about how there are only so many places for music to ’go.’ So I’m constantly in a struggle of a search to find things that push my forming boundaries in some way (as I am with most things in life). So I admittedly like a lot of the music I do just because it’s so different, even if in a way that quality of the music isn’t as great. I’m starting to appreciate a lot of jazz, for that kind of reason.

I’m getting a pretty hard boner for jazz/metal fusion recently. Trioscapes is probably the standout in the genre. T.R.A.M. features members of Animals as Leaders with The Mars Volta’s flute player.

One of my most–recently–favorite favorite discoveries from 2012 is Niechęć, a Polish avant–garde jazz group. I’ve never seen jazz emulate the feeling of being in a gutter in quite the way that they do. I can picture Camus or Sartre putting the CD on while writing The Myth of Sisyphus or Nausea. It makes me want to buy a cigar and put on a long black trench coat. It’s like ‘death’ and ‘sexy’ at exactly the same time – and then Mars Volta–type chaos bursts out of it all. Listen to “After You.”

Along similar lines, I’m a huge fan of Sinouj (Nawa Party) and Javier Paxariño in general. Percussionist Glen Velez Rhythms of the Chakras albums are pretty interesting.

I’m also a fan of triphop. Like Massive Attack. Like Tricky, one of the members of Massive Attack who went solo (Hell is Round the Corner). And I’m a really huge fan of a group called Submotion Orchestra (start with Thinking).

Nneka is pretty cool. I like a few things from Me’Shell Ndgeocello. I went through a weird George Michael phase awhile back (My Mother Had a Brother is one of his best, I think—“they say that I was born on the day that he died. Someone to cling to, she said, when all the noises and the shame came calling.” It’s about a gay uncle of his who killed himself before homosexuality began to be more accepted. ). CocoRosie.

I’ve waaaay outgrown Linkin Park, but there are still some things that sound pretty numetalish I continue to like, too. (This song from Twelve Foot Ninja is pretty hilarious (there is supposed to be a link to Coming For You here)).

Lisa Lynne and Aryeh Frankfurter have a duet album of classical Celtic music that I think is pretty goddamn amazing. Listening to this alone on an empty beach one night with a good sativa was a damned near transcendental experience.

And the Ass Saw the Angel, by Nick Cave.
(Yes, that’s Nick Cave of The Bad Seeds.)
The Wasp Factory, by Iain Banks.

But I read those in high school. Really, there’s just too much to learn about the real world for me to be able to get into fiction very often. The two books I’m reading right now are The Holy Mushroom: Evidence of Mushrooms in Judeo–Christianity: A critical re–evaluation of the schism between John M. Allegro and R. Gordon Wasson over the theory on the entheogenics origins of Christianity presented in The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross discussing the role psychedelic mushrooms might have played in Christianity (check out this French fresco very clearly depicting the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil as amanita muscaria),

. . . Let’s just say I’m a health freak. …Well, no, I’m not just a health freak. I’m the kind of health freak you’ll find debating other health freak about which health freaks are right in different health freak debates. The kind who knows the difference between ketosis and ketoacidosis, realizes fiber is counted under the ’total carbs’ section of the nutrition label (you wouldn’t think…), and checks the leucine content of the food I eat to ensure each meal is spurring protein synthesis. I mean, I really love learning about this stuff and applying it. I don’t eat animal products unless they’re free–range and grass–fed even if this means I have to cut back, I skip breakfast intentionally and regularly don’t eat my first meal until 2pm or even later (see, the only sweetener I consume is stevia (and I realize you have to be diligent to ensure you’re buying pure stevia and not a concoction made mostly of maltodextrin–filler which might as well be plain sugar) and I don’t eat anything that has even a gram of refined sugar in it at all. Once you start to feel as good as these changes make you feel, sticking to it isn’t even a challenge.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
doing the same thing I do EVERY night, Pinky. . .

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