Cali, Rest In Pieces::

Watching people get dumped on television isn't as intriguing as watching people get dumped live and in person, five feet away from you. It starts with the argument; the vulgarity grows in severity; tears ooze out; breathing pumps faster; then you hear the climactic catch phrase, "I'm done!" And at this very moment, one should not comment aloud on how exciting this coincidence of you and this breakup are at the same place and time. Nay, you should hold your breath, remain silent and listen for that faint sound of muscular tissue ripping.

It's tomorrow's top story.

http://soundcloud.com/koan-sound/max-out

Just Gimme The Taurine::

There are some alternative options to regenerating energy, instead of downing poisonous energy drinks. At around the afternoon, when you've been laboring since the wee morning, having had a greasy lunch at 12-1, and having returned back to work with the thought that you're too fatigued to want to finish out the day with the same efforts as you started the day, I present some alternative energy boosters: stretch and/or perform simple sweatless exercises - Go, Japan! Hi-yah!, eat a mango, and then listen to a song that'll hyper you up:

The Whip: Secret Weapon (Alex Metric Remix) by Southern Fried Records

The Pulse Grows::

Think about adding up the amount of time a year you spend on the freeway, especially during rush hour. It's bad enough to travel from one end of the city to the other side, yet it's worse to commute from out of town, five days a week. How do you keep a steady hand from shaking after the daily experience of egotistical alumni license plate frames, deceased family member decals, ignorant drivers, clunkers' toxic emissions?

Music, baby! Chooka-chooka-ka-ka-ka!

Noise Invaders - Time (Aerotronic Remix) by aerotronic

Ashley = Liability

The degree of nuisance is increasing because I seem to be meeting more than two handfuls of females with stereotype names matching with stereotype appearances. Why has society fallen into a deep sense of relaxation to let girls become this way when they shouldn't be - the usual suspects? Produce some originality. Common is cliché. Even the bruhs have followed suit. It seems everyone wants to be a part of something or else they're going to get thrown to the wolves. ...And then there's the overdoers. They, and their pomp egos, should be thrown to the wolves.

I got the arms, who's got the legs?

Danger Zone (Original Mix) by gLAdiator

Oh, Yeah::

Wandering the halls of ol' college, awaiting to pick up a friend, I stumbled upon the music department and a soloist, an operatic singer, was belting out some noise onto the microphone. This man's voice was the lowest I've ever heard. I didn't know the vocal chords could choke this low. I have a hard time singing in general, let alone reaching those extreme frequencies. It's a good thing bathroom walls have Auto-Tune.

Sirius by Congorock

He's Wearing Two Glasseses::

Paul Chambers is one of those artists that has been around the industry for awhile, yet this writer has only now had the pleasure of taking the time out of his busy day of music and music paraphernalia to enjoy this off-kilter style. Eh, all electronica is off-kilter, maybe this is off-off-kilter? Perhaps balance isn't always the answer.

We need more outcasts in our lives sometimes.

http://soundcloud.com/paulchambers/etienne-de-crecy-no-brain-paul

We're Not Worthy::

Sometimes it's enjoyable to be able to turn down the voice track and consume the background noise known as instrumentals. It's practically a remix of the same song but it's the original song. This Thomas Gold Remix instrumental is like a remix of the remix of the original, yet not a remix to the original, but the original's remix as an instrumental.

Quick, stand up as fast as you can!

Lady Gaga - Judas | Thomas Gold Remix | Instrumental | 320 by Thomas Gold

Just Slide With Me::

When listening to music, each individual thinks about something totally different that relates to what they are hearing. One person could be envisioning silhouettes of nude female bodies or visualizing a tall stack of turtles and hearing an omniscient narrator rhyming. This is one of the reasons why creativity is a key factor in order to live a sane life. It helps us put things into perspective, showing us different points of view to contrast what we numbly see everyday.

It's a matter of balance.

BetatraXx - Drug Abuse ft. Alyssa Young (Original Mix) by BetatraXx

Mega Pwned::

It's enjoyable to observe the ego take over and cause humiliation to celebrities, specifically ones that are diva and are regretfully asked to sing America's national anthem in front of a billion spectators. This shows that the diva can't always get what she (sometimes he, ah-hem...Kanye) wants. And when individuals of power are pulled down from their pedestals, by shooting themselves in the foot, for at least a blink, the lower class value increases and the world is that much closer to unity. So Bush, Aguilera, Jackson, Simpson, care for more syrup on your ego?

Onra - The Anthem (Flume Remix) by Flume

Night Smells Better::

Life is always a work in progress, especially in the field of romance. That other person will always have flaws. It's up to you to go past the flaws and become infatuated with that other person's presence...but this Ultrsyd work in progress seems like a rare diamond.

by Ultrasyd

On Purée::

Grand Hotel Records premieres this rip-roarious original meld of small-back hip hop and large-front electro-fidget sounds. There's a sense of The Prodigy influence in addition to Boys Noize and Justice. I'm interested in hearing more originals. Keep 'em coming.

Bonsai Kat - Egotripping (Original Mix) by Grand Hotel

Say Hello For Me::

Deep in the congested throat of Los Angeles was the Hard Summer Music Festival. A mixology of faces came out of the crevices of the city's Latino mountain range to come face-to-face with Chromeo, Duck Sauce, and Boys Noize. Security was tight so Frisco fans had no trouble standing adjacent aficionados in Dodger Blue. One thing, though, I wish they would create a beer garden that looks like a beer garden.

When The Night Falls by Chromeo

I Only Have Euros::

The other day a friend of mine bumped into the DJ tripod known as The Glitch Mob. He tells me he had an interesting small talk session with them about stripper poles at nightclubs. Not only do go-go dancers hobble around on the sub-woofers, but additionally, they give bonus points on a pole strapped on top. Next thing you know the girls will be activating their electromagnetic third eye and luring the boys' hands into the pockets to draw out dollar bills and crimping them into any nook and cranny appropriate.

Drive It Like You Stole It - DRINK THE SEA by The Glitch Mob

Real Men Drink Pink::

Before it was Hpnotiq, now it's Nuvo. This tasty libation seems to be popping up at every party I pop up. Imagine a den of socialites chattering, laughing, holding flutes, glasses, mugs, 7-Eleven Big Gulp cups with pink innards. Maybe an idea should be invented. Pink night, only pink sparkling beverages allowed or else "...it's outta' he'a!"

Owl Vision - His Chest by Owl Vision

ID, Please::

I'm remembering a little bar in the center of Newport Beach where the locals gather together to celebrate that they've made it to the weekend. It's usually brimly packed and you get what you pay for: decent priced drinks, beautiful people, bruh fights. It's practically a salute to Jersey Shore. I just thought Elite Force could dedicate this song to the bar known as The District.

We Are Distrikt by Elite Force

The Real Paul Blart::

This past weekend saw an adventurous side of me. Saturday I had the option of going to two huge events: LA Rising or Audiotistic. Being around friends who love taking advantage of any situation, surprise is always around the corner. "Here are your Red Bulls, we're going to both." It seems I've been out of the loop on this secret meticulous plan to attend two shows in one night. It began at the Coliseum with Rise Against, Muse and RATM. Then a Speedy-Gonzalez drive down a few freeways into San Bernardino to crunch into a crowd of doped-drunked-spunned teen-folk enjoying the likes of Datsik, Major Lazer, and Wolfgang Gartner. I chose to watch Wolfgang Gartner. The night didn't end there. Headed towards a beautiful stranger's afterparty nearby, we were pulled over for speeding. And long story short, I had Boy 8-Bit playing when the blue-reds flashed.

This song will forever be stuck in my head.

House On the Hill by Boy 8-Bit