The Lonely Beat and The Exotica Project

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The Lonely Beat

The Exotica Project

100 hundred dreamland 45’s goes the guideline of The Exotica Project. Little Danny, who is some kind of cool scholar of American music from the 40’s and 50’s has collected and catalogued a series of 45’s which are ostensibly the coolest music produced by the United States in its post-Depression golden era of purity. The 40’s and 50’s gave birth to a rise in creative energy as new currents were being established and economic, as well as cultural growth was in full effect.

Danny explains the whole ordeal much better than I ever could, but the gist of it is the following: the city, as an urban space, was undergoing its most mythological developments. As rich ‘white’ folk were moving towards the suburbs, the CITY was gaining a reputation for its devious qualities, its ethnic populations, its fast paced and mysterious dealings, its rise in crime, and its image as a concrete jungle. Wild! This was reflected in popular music in the genres of crime jazz and exotica.

The Lonely Beat is a playlist of 100 tracks in the crime jazz genre, categorized by their constituent elements such as prison motif, pronounced use of echo, walking basslines, and night/darkness themes. The same for The Exotica Project whose Animal Sounds, exotic sound effects, Safari themes, and voodoo themes were very much part of the genre.

Invaluable resource, pure frenetic energy, and some cool vibes.

Trepanation or the art of drilling skulls

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Trepanation is the practice of drilling a hole in your skull in order to get high. The practice has been around in medical texts from 3000 to 3500 BC. Tribes all over the world have been practicing trepanation to cure ailments such as headaches or insanity.

For obvious reasons the medical literature on the subject is scarce, but practitioners believe that trepanation augments the blood flow to the brain, which in turn helps boost energy and mood levels. There is a ‘brain pulse’ one has a baby which is reduced once the softer parts of the skull harden. Allowing air to enter the skull through trepanation brings back that ‘brain pulse’ so that we may return to that wide-eyed state of infant alertness.

In this documentary, A Hole In The Head, artists, doctors, anthropologists, and enthusiasts, as well as lawyers and researchers debate the pros and cons of the dangerous practice. One researcher in particular who performed the procedure on himself is specifically interested in the subject from a spiritual mind-expanding perspective. Another subject, a victim of an accidental skull fracture praises the benefits of having a hole in her skull. She is interviewed a year later after doctors operated to seal the hole and she remarks not feeling as energetic as before.

Many different perspectives, such as The Placebo Effect, drug addiction, or the general boredom of normal consciousness are touched upon. There is also some very crude documentary footage of self-trepanations performed by a witchdoctor of a tribe in Kenya.

Here is a trailer:

The Creeping Ivies

This song from The Creeping Ivies is about spirits.

I feel you on my shoulder, the world is beaming down

I know you can’t be with me but I feel you all around

Cuz you’re the Rock n Roll Ghost

I don’t even have to play it I can just hear it perfectly in my head.

This song is about love for someone but a love that is supernatural. Like an unconscious force. Inspired by devotion, regret, loss, and death, and yet reaches into Life to propose an ode.

I always cry when I hear it, because you can really feel this girl’s fucking soul. And this is what this fucking music brings out. It’s not some kind of collective emotion. It’s this girl’s pain, it’s this girl’s life, and it’s about how her love is fucking hardcore. There is this guy and he was carrying something so precious that one day he just shot through the sky like a star. And now this girl is looking at the vast emptiness, the dark space blue, and there is nothing. But maybe there is something, and It’s not his memory, it’s actually him, and she’s come to be taken because how is it even possible that she’s still alive after all this?

But it’s impossible for him to take her because he’s not really there. So in order to keep living, in order to keep bearing her completely meaningless existence, she has to cry out this crazy complaint into the night about her anguished longing.

And suddenly you realize how astonishing it is that you can know someone and you can feel a person and her emotions, and you can identify, because although you didn’t live the same experience, you know someone who did.

Singing all night long and playing all the songs

Trashy like a doll, you’ve been thundering along

You’re the Rock n Roll Ghost
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