1 post tagged “relationship of command”
At The Drive-In "Arcarsenal" - Relationship of Command
Some days, I wake up in a mood. Often, it's for no particular reason, independent of events from the previous evening or day.
Today was not one of those days. I had a pretty decent morning, slept in a bit, then went to work. All in all, it was a pretty good [Tuesday] (I had to look at my calendar).
But listening to this song reminded me of waking up in a mood that can best be described as one of the "punch-babies-and-infants-repeatedly" variety. Now, I disclaim that I would never do such a thing, and only use this as a common example of general frustration. I think it's hilarious when someone gets so upset that they can't speak, and it's even funnier if they vent by exclaiming, "I'm so mad I could punch a baby!"
Today's song uses a shaker, toms (drums), angular guitar notes, and breathy-mic sounds which build to a frenzy, culminating in the slamming bass and unrestrained strumming which, when put together, incite a lot of energy in this young man.
I MUST HAVE READ A THOUSAND FACES
I MUST HAVE ROBBED THEM OF THEIR CAUSE...
...BEWARE!
BEWARE!
Ire. Unrestrained ire. I now want to punch infants in the face. But in a happy sort of way. I need some sort of activity in which to put all my energy. Punching babies is productive, right? That's what I heard.
No coincidence, then, that this song is the traditional opener for any and all of Hoffie's mixes which elicited feelings of "Getting Psyched." Typically these mixes will simply be titled "pscyhe." Not to be confused with "Psyche!" mixes, which are jokes, full of guilty pleasures and joke tracks.
Snowboarders...think about hopping on your first lift of the day, approaching the let off, and pressing play to this.
Footballers...in the locker room, on blast, before the game.
Gardeners...on the drive home after you've selected your tulip bulbs for the spring.
Video Gamers...the load screen for your favorite frag-tacular game.
Knowledge Bowlers...just let the home-schooled kid answer all the questions, you can listen to this during the final round and think about whose house you're going to egg this weekend.
What do you do that requires an abundance of energy? This song fits perfect with a diet of Nutrageous bars, cocktail peps, AM/PM Spicy Jumbo Hot Dogs and Rockstar Energy Drink (or Whoop-Ass if your local retailer carries Jones Soda Co. products).
Lastly, keep this song away from the stereo at all times when hosting a house party. First, it's irresponsible to play music that doesn't make girls shake their asses like they're auditioning for the background of a Hot Boyz video. Second, you're likely to have all your shi-ite effed the eff up. However, if you're at some random party filled with booze-fueled co-eds ignoring the girls on theliving room
dance floor and reminiscing about "the time when they were playing for
their high school's varsity football team...," crank this up and see if
the night devolves into chaos. Again, I would never do nor encourage
this, but I can see it happening in whatever movie they're touting to
be "this generation's Animal House."
Email me at vicstarsky [at] gmail dot com (I don't know why people write it like that, I'm doing it to be cool like everyone else). I want to know what you think of the first few days, any suggestions you have for themed weeks, or if I should take directions towards specific mix moments. And if you're not confused yet, you're not paying attention. Keep reading, confusion will come.
Love,
Hoffie
Some days, I wake up in a mood. Often, it's for no particular reason, independent of events from the previous evening or day.
Today was not one of those days. I had a pretty decent morning, slept in a bit, then went to work. All in all, it was a pretty good [Tuesday] (I had to look at my calendar).
But listening to this song reminded me of waking up in a mood that can best be described as one of the "punch-babies-and-infants-repeatedly" variety. Now, I disclaim that I would never do such a thing, and only use this as a common example of general frustration. I think it's hilarious when someone gets so upset that they can't speak, and it's even funnier if they vent by exclaiming, "I'm so mad I could punch a baby!"
Today's song uses a shaker, toms (drums), angular guitar notes, and breathy-mic sounds which build to a frenzy, culminating in the slamming bass and unrestrained strumming which, when put together, incite a lot of energy in this young man.
I MUST HAVE READ A THOUSAND FACES
I MUST HAVE ROBBED THEM OF THEIR CAUSE...
...BEWARE!
BEWARE!
Ire. Unrestrained ire. I now want to punch infants in the face. But in a happy sort of way. I need some sort of activity in which to put all my energy. Punching babies is productive, right? That's what I heard.
No coincidence, then, that this song is the traditional opener for any and all of Hoffie's mixes which elicited feelings of "Getting Psyched." Typically these mixes will simply be titled "pscyhe." Not to be confused with "Psyche!" mixes, which are jokes, full of guilty pleasures and joke tracks.
Snowboarders...think about hopping on your first lift of the day, approaching the let off, and pressing play to this.
Footballers...in the locker room, on blast, before the game.
Gardeners...on the drive home after you've selected your tulip bulbs for the spring.
Video Gamers...the load screen for your favorite frag-tacular game.
Knowledge Bowlers...just let the home-schooled kid answer all the questions, you can listen to this during the final round and think about whose house you're going to egg this weekend.
What do you do that requires an abundance of energy? This song fits perfect with a diet of Nutrageous bars, cocktail peps, AM/PM Spicy Jumbo Hot Dogs and Rockstar Energy Drink (or Whoop-Ass if your local retailer carries Jones Soda Co. products).
Lastly, keep this song away from the stereo at all times when hosting a house party. First, it's irresponsible to play music that doesn't make girls shake their asses like they're auditioning for the background of a Hot Boyz video. Second, you're likely to have all your shi-ite effed the eff up. However, if you're at some random party filled with booze-fueled co-eds ignoring the girls on the
Email me at vicstarsky [at] gmail dot com (I don't know why people write it like that, I'm doing it to be cool like everyone else). I want to know what you think of the first few days, any suggestions you have for themed weeks, or if I should take directions towards specific mix moments. And if you're not confused yet, you're not paying attention. Keep reading, confusion will come.
Love,
Hoffie
