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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.12.21

ah yes, the solstice. the longest night of the year... and, apropos to that, this was an extra long dj kali set. thanks to all who showed up for the last kali appearance of 2009.

part one- the "first" hour

i said i'd do it and i did. actually, could have gone on for a while like this, playing only lead off tracks from albums. would have helped if i hadn't forgotten a couple of important cds at home but hey, i never claimed to be perfect.

the ramones :: blitzkrieg bop
the minutemen :: bob dylan wrote propaganda songs
the damned :: neat neat neat
devo :: uncontrollable urge
gary numan :: me! i disconnect from you
blank dogs :: no compass
my bloody valentine :: only shallow
ride :: seagull
the cure :: one hundred years
cocteau twins :: blood bitch
killing joke :: requiem
nick cave :: do you love me?
sleep chamber :: el topo
coil :: the anal staircase
current 93 :: dogun
wire :: i should have known better
human league :: almost medieval

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part two- the usual

and then things settled back to normal. although i rather doubt anyone but me was conscious of the abnormal part. (the same thing kind of goes for my brain.)

klangstabil :: anti-communication
des esseintes :: strapped
synapscape :: hint
die form :: analogic
haus arafna :: satanas and friends
herz juhning :: reopened eyes
sleep museum :: nepal
lemon kittens :: what the cat dragged in
butthole surfers :: cherub
devo :: shrivel up
colin potter :: i am your shadow
staccato du mal :: departures
novy svet :: todo por ti
kapo :: only europa knows
virgin prunes :: bau dachong
alien sex fiend :: r.i.p.
foetus :: butterfly potion
joy division :: she's lost control [actually a surprise. i cued the wrong track.]
christian death :: romeo's distress
oto :: blue arrow
beurier noir :: les rebelles
human hands :: i got mad
velvet underground :: venus in furs [r]
bleak :: in vain
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
wall of voodoo :: call of the west
tuxedomoon :: no tears
numb :: revenant
plecid :: leaves
novy svet :: en possession de te

Comments

always fun lists!
merry new year, happy to read that the last one(and a half...)was goody goods
byers.

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jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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