And #slsk for digital versions of the media already owned on physical media.
This has been tedious, not gonna lie. But I do care more about what I listen to, take time to explore and discover new things as opposed to have an algorithm feed me shit based on my usage.
Min helt næsten ædruelige slutspilssimulator og forudsigelse 😉 #obdk #slsk Kun 3 point fra at stå på Świnoujście-færgen på vej til Moldova for at møde CS Petrocub 🤍💙🙏🏻
Love it, sounds streamlined in the way I used to have my music downloads/uploads when #GooglePlayMusic was a thing that automatically looked at a folder on my laptop and uploaded anything that came in there (whether from #SLSK, or ripped from YouTube—also a semi-automatic process then—or whatever)
Will be open to finding the Bob Vylan and/or Kneecap set/s through alternate means like maybe Soulseek or Bit Torrent, since I doubt that's gonna be aired in its entirety or allowed to stay up in any hi-fidelity form anywhere. #Kneecap #BobVylan #Glastonbury #SLSK #BitTorrent #Censorship
Any original LP version costs bank, but what you really want goes by the CD reissue name WHEN SEX LEERS ITS INQUISITIVE HEAD anyway… I'm currently looking for the full album in streaming form away from Spotify; might have to fire up the ol' #SLSK teleport-city.com/2025/04/27/w...
Vildt nok, at FCM kun er det 8 bedst præsterende hold målt på xG.
Klubberne bruger jo det her redskab, det ved vi, så det kan måske være noget af forklaringen på, hvorfor man vil ændre på nogle ting derover.
#slsk
There's one about Serge Gainsbourg I've been seeking since around Y2K, when I was chatting w/ a key #SLSK contact as he watched it & related a play-by-play. Included an analysis of SG drinking heavily to overcome a sort of shyness, which led to cringe moments like the Whitney Houston TV clip, etc. 🤷🏻♀️
The cover of the June 9th, 1977 issue of CIRCUS Magazine features an image of Jimmy Page w/ a cigarette in his mouth, against a blue background, the mag's title in yellow & the text-dense many other words in white. Lester Bangs' review is over 6K words, so it will exceed the slotted space of alt-text if I don't start its text in this space (&then finish it on v2 of this pic at the end. Commencing: 《LONGPLAYERS The Beach Boys' Return to Forever The Beach Boys have found their groove, somewhere in perpetual teenland. The Beach Boys Love You (Reprise/Brother) by Lester Bangs The Beach Boys present the most convincing argument in our entire culture for never growing up. I don't want to, you don't want to we're all walking backward with our eyes peeled to the horizion for those memory mirages of how we once hopped and wailed (or in the Beach Boys' case, cavorted and wave-rocked) so free. I hate nostalgia myself, although I'm not immune to it. Every time I see that ad on TV with the greased-back guy and the rolled-jeans girl sitting on the hood of the car, I get more turned off to the whole concept of oldies I like the way she chews her gum, but I don't think it's the healthiest life style in the world sitting around whirling stacks of scratchy singles on your dick and wallowing in how neat and clean it was cruising to school and trying to get to second base in the back seat at the drive-in. It's like, he who does not know history is condemned to repeat it; same goes for he who forgets his own. My high school was full of pimply pariahs, and as far as the back seat at the drive-in goes, I always thought that kind of priapism was a pain in the neighborhood of hernia. Growing up in the era the Beach Boys always celebrated and the current Grease/Fonzie nostalgia boom cashes in on was simply never knowing when you were gonna turn a corner and run into some pissed-off, repressed, frustrated, uptight asshole who'd wanna kick your ass just because he didn't like your looks.
The magic of the Beach Boys is that they're not really dealing in nostalgia, exactly they never grew out of high school in the first place. Most of the best rockers are retards, and these human gods of the Pacific are no exception. They got collegiate for a while with psychedelia, TM, environmental conscience, and all that, but the psychedelia (as well as the whole concept of going through any kind of changes, maturational or otherwise) scared them so bad they went right back to being 16 and stayed there. (The TM merely had the suspended. animation effect of submerging their brains in pudding, so it didn't matter.) Brian Wilson's traumas, near-autism, and reclusiveness are legend-he's a big infant, a classic case of oral fixation. The rest of the group were too much in love with their cars to regress that far, but they've still got spaces with their names painted in white in the Senior Parking Lot. All of which I think is great. Because The Beach Boys Love You pulls off a feat that's eluded, say, Pete Townshend and Mick Jagger-it's almost more juvenile than their original stuff, it's not self-conscious, and it sounds right up-to-date. It's that joyous, rocking. soaring, roller-rink-in-the-sky sound that always made them the real American Music of the Spheres, and as far as I'm concerned, it might as well be their best album ever (although I've always been a Beach Boys Party man myself, so my perspective is probably a little askew). It's no secret that most of the slightly creaky rock masters of the Sixties (sounds like the title of a vintage Dixieland collection) have been trying with mostly pathetic results to return to their roots or at least their old modus and subject matter. A diseased bunch of motherfuckers if ever there was one, but the miracle is that the Beach Boys have made that disease sound like the literal babyflesh pink of health, right down to a song where Brian tells his lady friend that he loves her like a baby, pulling off an outrageous chorus of
"Pat, pat, pat 'er on 'er butt/She's going to sleep, be quiet...." Passivity, generally the essence of decadence, has never been more sanguinely celebrated. Most of the songs, however, deal with the Beach Boys' more predomi-nant vision of love: teenage and tentative. (If you're a teenager reading this, yes, it's true, back in mine and the Beach Boys' day, we weren't allowed to take acid until we graduated from high school and we just sat around feeling each other up all the time. These guys don't wanna get laid, and there's nothing of teenage lust rage in their vision; rather, it's an Elysium of eternal flush in groin and body with the first recognition of the possiblities of girls and the flesh. "Goin' to school isn't my fondest desire," sings Mike Love in the very first song. "But sittin' in class she set my soul on fire/God please let us go on this way." I was swept right back to 10th grade, when all the girls wore miniskirts and you spent the entire period ogling the goosebumps on their legs with stealthily peripheral vision. I'm not sure whether or not, when all is said and done, it beat see-through blouses, but I'm sure that, for the Beach Boys, there's no contest. Their girls even wear falsies, right here on this album in 1977. Maybe it's just that unprickable and ingenuous wholesomeness that accounts not only for their charm but for their beauty a beauty so awesome that listening to them at their best is like being in some vast dream cathedral decorated with a thousand gleaming American pop cultural icons (e.g., "Johnny Carson"). After heroin, Wayne County, Hustler magazine, the often brutal misogyny of much punk-rock, and all of the stuff like the new Pasolini film featuring naked, whip-slashed female bodies being shoved headfirst into giant steaming tubs of human shit, here come the Beach Boys "Honking Down the Highway,"
"Prayin' that she'll hold me tight/Hopin' that she'll see the light.../Takin' one little inch at a time/Until we're feelin' fine/I guess I got a way with girls." Right, boy, sneaking the fingers at the end of your right arm down her right bra strap to tease up li'l dappled aureole bumps around the nipple, while your left hand guides the wheel with a manly grip and your foot's flooring this jalopy up to the jet stream-1 ask you, is that heaven or is that heaven? Damn straight (and I mean straight!), but beyond all the endless foreplay, the lines that best sum up the glory and significance of this album occur in a duet between Brian and his wife: "Take your time, don't worry how you feel/Because you know we've got forever." The Beach Boys Love You is enough to make you believe mat's true for them and for all of us.》
My 1st pass at The Beach Boys was PET SOUNDS, coming from a Beatles paradigm. My 2nd was SMILE, after getting into Harpers Bizarre / Van Dyke Parks via #SLSK. Also had watched the 1995 doc about Brian.
Currently listening to …LOVE YOU in sequence, on the basis of Lester Bangs' review of it, below:
Welcome to the 1st post on Bluesky containing the phrasing "Songs We Taught The Cramps", "Songs We Taught The Fuzztones", and/or— originating via the post below, but at some point gotten off #SLSK —the later, no-doubt lesser-known "Songs The Fall Taught Us." Essential compilation series, all of 'em!
Er allerede nervøs før kampen mod Viborg. To ting er dog sikkert, den ender ikke uafgjort og der kommer mange mål. M. Jørgensen skal have gang i målene igen hvis AaB skal vinde #SuperAaB #slsk
imagine... all these soulseek chatroom weirdos could be on nostr 🥰
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#soulseek #slsk #unmarketing
Me, I've always tried to get my BBC radio-plays and what-not via somehow still-humming-along old-school file-sharing service #Slsk AKA Soulseek.
Oh, and I forgot to mention the granddaddy of them all, somehow still going strong more than 2 decades later: file-sharing Soulseek aka #Slsk.
The single platform I miss the most for music discovery? Turntable[dot]fm! /Goes off to search for an old image, quickly comes back in… WTF? No one told me?
