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Rock & Roll Will Never Die

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There’s a reason that Rock & Roll will never die and that’s simply because it has always represented the most badass aspects of music. It’s rebel music at its core and just about everywhere around it. It is music that pushed the boundaries of how loud guitars could be and how hard drums could pound, with no limitations on what words could or should be said. It’s music that changed and defined the teenage culture in America in the 50’s because it was the sound that became easiest defined as transracial. Rock & Roll could never die because every once in a while society needs a hardcore kick in the gut in order to be heard, and Rock & Roll is music that somehow always manages to get heard.

The Castillians bring that badassness back with their latest summertime release: “You & Me”. It’s a swift jab of Rock & Roll music that will immediately put you in the mood to seize the day at hand. The lyrics are best described as simply youthful, reminding us that this is what our youths should be like and once were—days of going to the beach, drinking beers on the sand, coming home to sleep and doing it all over again.

I got a car, 
It don’t drive too bad.
And I’ll pick you up,
from your mom & dad.”

Rock & Roll will never die because there are very few things, musically, that can say Fuck It! to any system and spread that message like wildfire. It will never die because it was never about being perfect or sounding sonically correct according to some archaic laws that music notes should follow. And, it simply won’t die because life happens in patterns and cycles that keep great things like Rock & Roll coming back.

“Rock and roll keeps you in a constant state of juvenile delinquency.”
Eddie Spaghetti – 2000

“I’d rather be dead than cool.”
Kurt Cobain of Nirvana – 1992

“Rock and roll is a nuclear blast of reality in a mundane world where no-one is allowed to be magnificent.”

Rock on.


Are You Awake?

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I live within two realities built into one world. In one reality, I go to sleep to get there, waking up in a life that I control every aspect to. In the other reality, I never remember how I got here or where exactly I came from, and everyone around me is in the same boat looking to answer the same question of: what exactly are we doing, or supposed to be doing here? 

Have you ever walked, on a bright sunny day where the sun gives the sidewalk a bright sephia-like tint, and just stared down at your feet for a while without looking up? How do you know, when you are doing that, which of the two realities you are in? Isn’t it hard to tell for you, too?

In one reality, we do the same things every day. Some of us have way more routines than others of which we stick to with utmost dedication, while others who may only seem lackadaisical are still following some sort of daily routine themselves. It is only within the one reality that we get to when we close our eyes and allow our bodies to rest that we end up going to more different places than when our eyes are actually wide open. No?

“Water” by Southes off of the TIDAL EP is an escape into a surreal moment for me. In what reality is this surreal moment happening, you ask? That’s an answer that I’m trying to figure out still. You see, When I am awake in one world, it always feels like I’m dreaming, and when I go to sleep in another world, it always feels like I am awake.

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.”

It’s crazy to me how in the one place that we all believe we are truly living in we do the least actual “living”. We take the least actual risks in that reality and live with the most regrets. And then, there is the world that we get to keep to ourselves when we are supposedly just “dreaming”, where we seem to take the most chances in, do the impossible and see more of our own planet than we do when we are awake..


Your Wish

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People that love us and whom we love back, truly never leave us. Those parts of them that we grew to adore stay embedded within us becoming part of our very own DNA. It’s the same thing with the friends that come into our lives and whom the lines between friends and family get disintegrated for. Even if tomorrow their day comes, they remain a part of our lives until we no longer have the capability to remember; sometimes that’s courtesy of death, and others it’s a courtesy of some disease that affects the brain. Still, we must learn that loving one another is a part of this road we call life, and that in life, as many loves will pass us by as we will leave behind.

And there’s no fixed rules on the way we see life
And there’s no fixed rules on the way we see life”

A couple of days ago I had a personal party for a life changing event in my own life. The people that I needed there were there, and sure, I wanted a few others that couldn’t make it, or that probably just didn’t really care to come, to be there, but I realized that day that everyone I needed to be there had showed up. It was also that day that I realized that family is such a broad term/word. Where some of us see family as only those related by blood, there are others that purely define family as only those people that would die for you, always be there to help you no matter how difficult or rough the situations get, and, who love you enough to spend their time with you. On that day I also realized that letting go of old friends who no longer seek you out, as well as family members and old lovers, is something I have to learn is o.k. to do.

Now is the day
Time to forget comes
Leave far away
Another day comes”

Sometimes people’s lives go in such different paths that you just find yourselves with zero in common, and that’s o.k. too. You shouldn’t be sad or upset that life has taken you in different directions—no. You should be excited and happy for them, especially if you ever told them that you have loved them because that is what love is—love is selfless happiness & excitement for those you say that you love. The excitement for them should derive from understanding and embracing the fact that they are about to embark on a journey that you probably will never be able to, and in essence, that is super exciting for anyone. Maybe someday they will come back and tell you all about it, and if you truly loved and love them, then all you have to do is be there to listen to their stories, smile, and enjoy where their journey took them.

Hey, pack your bags
I’ll take you somewhere
Don’t be afraid
I’ll always be there”

Soundtrack and words inspired by Talisco’s tune below, “Your Wish”, which this afternoon stood out to me in a mailbox full of loudly cloned EDM synths that just seem to all be trying way too hard. It was its own synergy between folk, electro and dance that became the breath of fresh air I needed in order to reflect on the lessons I was able to learn this past Sunday. Maybe something in it makes you reflect on lessons just learned too, because if we are learning, we are growing.


Things Gonna Be Okay

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Have you ever stressed so much that you literally made yourself sick? Headaches, nausea, stomach pains, things of that nature. What good has it ever really done? Did those pains from that amount of stressing actually help out the problem? Probably not because things somehow always have a way of working themselves out, even if when they do work themselves out they don’t seem like it’s what you wanted, they always ends up being exactly what you needed.

I learned to stop stressing about things about 5 years ago and my life couldn’t be any smoother. I don’t overreact, I don’t lose my patience or cool, I naturally just let life take its course, and I try really hard, every day, to never think about my past or my future because that is the only true way to stay in the now. I’ve heard all kind of excuses and bullshit from people about not wanting to or being able to live in their nows. Everything from people telling me that living in one’s now is selfish, to them just saying that this is no way to live; no particular reason is given, except for the fact that they have been programmed to concern themselves with a world that no longer or does not yet exist rather than the one that is existing right in front of them.

19-year old bedroom producer Caius from Copenhagen has put out his second single titled: “Things Gonna Be Okay”, and it’s a smooth tune to relax the most stressed individuals. The production features a nice and steady bottom end with just enough umph to move your body, some cool vocal cuts that give it it’s swag, and a good variety of nicely placed synths throughout the feature that give the ride a whole lot of character. At the core, it’s the vibe and energy you want to start your Saturday morning off to in prep for the weekend to come. Whether you have a photo shoot to work, a beach day to tan in, or just running errands all weekend long, this track right here will help set the tone and pace for a super chilled weekend.

Enjoy, and don’t stress because everything is truly going to be just fine.


Before The Weekend Comes

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If you need a quick-working pick me up today, Before The Weekend Comes, is it.

This fast-paced dance tune is nothing less than sexy and incredibly fun. It blasts off on 100 and never lets up. The smooth vocals are very reminiscent of any Empire Of The Sun tune you have heard before with an Electric Feel by MGMT like sound on the overall production. Point being, it’s a familiar sound that we all love and gravitate to, so it shouldn’t be hard at all to instantly fall in love with this soon to be classic.

Remember that if you want to have a better day all you have to do is think positively about everything in it. Positive vibes let off positive energy which attracts other positive people and scenarios towards you. Sure, it’s easy to think negatively sometimes because that is where our minds naturally go to, but once you understand that the control of happiness and positivity is at your grasp through just your thoughts, well then it becomes easy to turn off the negativity and even easier to stay positive.

Stop sweating the small stuff, take a five minute break, press play on this puppy, close your eyes, and let the music take you to wherever it needs to take you because this sunny day vibe of a song is guaranteed to drop you off on the platform of positivity once you are done with the ride.


oF Verona — It’s Dark In My Imagination (Salda Remix)

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Salda’s remix of “Dark In My Imagination” by of Verona is the spring killer. Fuck June 21st because Salda has declared that the Summer is here now, and this remix is actually a forecast for the entire season.

A smooth buildup throughout the duration of the song that comes with a sexier version of the original’s vocals, the tempo fluctuates subtly throughout the rework allowing us to take a ride on some chill waves under a sonic yacht headed for the ports of paradise. It’s a four minute ride through summery beach days and late city nights that get danced away until more champagne gets served at brunch, because what’s the point of sleeping when all you’ve been doing is waiting for the summer to get here all year long?

Whatever you have planned for this summer season, just be sure to pack this heavenly gem in your bags too and hit play whenever you are ready to make another epic summer day happen. It will relieve you instantly of all stresses and put you in the proper headspace to kick back, relax and ride whatever waves the oceans decide to give.

Enjoy.


The Bad Years — Beautiful Liar

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You say you are happy
I know better than that”

For anyone that lives in West Hollywood or North Hollywood (NoHo), picture the Andaz Hotel on Sunset across the street from The Mondrian and The Standard in WeHo. Now, picture walking up Sunset to Laurel and walking over Laurel Canyon all the way over the hill and then straight to Lankershim. On Lankershim you make a left and then walk over to the NoHo14 building, which is directly across the street from the North Hollywood train station. Bit of a trek, no? Well, I made the journey one drunken night out of anger and rage while stupidly thinking I was somehow back here in NYC.

Caroline told me to come see her perform that evening, so I got dressed and grabbed an Uber over the hill from NoHo. That night we ended up at Playhouse and then some secret basement party under what looked like an old repair shop. Afterwards, she asked me to come back to her room at The Andaz, and of course I went. There, we lit a j up and began talking about life, our journeys and music. Music had always been our connection. I remember the first time she took me to Hermosa Beach and the entire ride we discussed bands, cool new songs we had just heard, and exchanged a list of cool new jams & bands we thought each other should check out. That ride seemed like it had only lasted about six seconds, but it’s the memory of it all that is going to last me a lifetime.

Driving around this town all night
Wondering how you’ll get back”

Anyway, I’m reminiscing about Caroline because this song reminds me of her in the best ways. It takes me back to the many unforgettable moments under the sunrises and sunsets of LA we shared.

Caroline was a beautiful blonde headed girl with hazel eyes. Her smile was like staring at the stars from atop Runyon Canyon and her sex was like basking naked in the sun on our own private beach in Malibu, just baking under its rays and on its wet sand as the water covers your legs each time its waves kiss the sand. Her scent was like the summer, and her energy easiest defined as a  beautiful clear blue day. Our love affair would last about seven or eight months, but the way she showed me Los Angeles is the way everyone needs to see it. She showed me the underground music scene in the most secluded corners and cafes of the city. She took me to backyard performances, impromptu shows on random apartment building rooftops, and simply the coolest places LA has probably still ever seen. She made LA a magical dream that felt like one long and surreal mushroom trip. Not that I have ever had a mushroom, but if I did, this is what I imagine it to be and feel like.

Back at The Andaz that night, we got into a fight after a passionate fuck session. We always had the most explosive sex, as if our bodies had been handcrafted by God himself precisely for one another, and I guess that’s what she wanted. She asked me to become exclusive to her, and that even though she knew my heart was with someone else, that she didn’t care because she would erase those thoughts from my heart. Thing is, thoughts and memories embedded into one’s heart can never be erased or replaced. They stay there and become part of your heart’s DNA, and they help to make a good heart even better. She would then ask me if I had been sleeping with anyone else to which I replied: “Do you truly want me to answer that?’. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and that’s the point where things came flying fast and with brutal force right at my head. I had never imagined that this chilled out hippy/gypsy girl who taught me patience and how to soak up the moments in front of me could ever lose her cool, but that’s exactly what happened.

Oh, my god! Yes, you are a beautiful liar!
Oh, my god! Yes, you are a beautiful liar!”

I was at the crossroad in my life were I had chosen to stop lying to myself, and others, about what I wanted out of life. I no longer needed to be in parties that bored me around people that made me nauseous because I had figured out that this was the reward for honesty. She wanted to know more details, and so I told her about the girl whose heart I had just broken a few days ago back in NYC, on some random street in SoHo, and then I began to explain why. When she asked me if it was her who had my heart, I answered ‘no”.  

I walked that walk that night, foolishly thinking I could hail a taxi as if I were anywhere near New York, but I learned so much in essence. I would learn that emotions will always somehow become involved in passionate relationships, no matter what we tell ourselves we will and we won’t do. I learned that hearts want something very different than our bodies do sometimes, and that even though that is ok, that we must always make sure to know that every kiss we plant on another pair of lips is the biggest contradiction. I guess I learned to not play with peoples hearts because they too can be as frail and as fragile as mine.


Be Honest

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I want to say that we are on the corner of Spring and Broadway turning towards Mercer, but I can’t even recall. I do remember that it was dark and the light rain seemed to have come out of nowhere, as if knowing what was about to take place and setting up the mood for us. All she wanted was for me to give her what she needed, which somehow was something that I just did not have to give at that very moment—my heart. You see, my heart belonged to someone else at the time, and there was just no room in it for anyone else. I would tell myself that I needed someone to pass the time with until I could see the one with my heart again, but I knew somewhere deep down inside that this was just another daydream I was convincing myself that would happen, and that this girl I was “just passing the time” with was nothing and meant nothing to me.

I wanna say that I didn’t know
Couldn’t tell or couldn’t show
I wanna say it’s natural
We did it to avoid the ending”

She cried and begged me to just love her the way we all want the things we can’t have the most or the people that don’t seem to want us back. At that moment, I felt disgusted by how pathetic she seemed, and I was so mean about it. I thrusted her grip off of my arm and told her to fuck off. She just looked at me the way puppies do when they look sad, or the way little children look when they’re about to cry. I’ll never forget that look in her eyes because even till this day it hurts me. I did love her, more than I let on, but somehow I felt guilty about it all. Guilty about cheating on the one that truly had my heart but was nowhere to be seen, and guilty about not being able to give this one, that I was just passing time with, more of my love and completely being a selfish prick about it.

Eventually she moved on with her life, I moved on with mine, and my missing link moved on with hers. Eventually, we all found better built-for-us loves and adventures around the corner. But had I only been able to be honest with myself, and essentially with the one in front of me, I think that something beautiful may have come out of it. I guess those become our hells to live: the situations that we fuck up from a lack of being honest in and then sit here and ponder about years later. And maybe, in those same moments in which we are pondering, those that we hurt are living life lusciously by laughing and smiling and forgetting who we even were. That would probably be justice.

Once in a while I run into her, and although when she looks at me I can still see the pain in her eyes, it’s her laughter and dancing that make it better because I know that someone is giving her way more than I ever could. I only wish that I could have been honest with myself about how much I really did love her because then maybe I wouldn’t be sitting her missing moments once at the grasp of my will.

If I’m being honest…
this has nothing to do with you.
If we’re being honest….
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout it more than I want to!”


A Flower Is Not Better When It Blooms

When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice it is small, but we do not criticize it as “rootless and stemless.” We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed.

When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; we do not criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place, and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development.

The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

A flower is not better when it blooms than when it is merely a bud; at each stage it is the same thing . . . a flower in the process of expressing its potential.” – Timothy Gallway


twin hidden — A Berry Bursts

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I’m learning that love is more than an idea—it’s really a way of life. You see, love isn’t something that you can lose, yet how many times has someone “lost” their love for you, or, vice versa? No, that’s not love. Love takes a lifetime of understanding, patience and working the kinks out between two people. It’s the process of learning to appreciate someone else’s mind and heart, and realizing that where they come from shapes who they are right now. Love is listening. It is hearing all the stories that your partner has to tell you without you watching TV, playing with your ipad or iphone 6, and also growing together from these stories. Love is sharing, and the willingness and wanting to share of all the parts of you that you once thought you could never dare share. Love is an adventure.

Roads turn to rivers and I’m lost out there
I’m chasing a moment that we should have shared.”

If you asked me three years ago what I thought love was, I would have told you that love is when you can’t breathe without the person you adore. I would have said that love is wanting to die when the person you love so much is not around, and I probably would have said that love is caring for someone more than caring for yourself.

Today, my definitions of love sound so different than those from three years ago. Today, I would tell you that love is not having to be without the person that you love because they love you back the same and could never be without you too, so there is no such thing as not breathing. I would tell you that you could never feel like dying because the person you love would never allow you to feel that way since they love you the same too, and, that in true and real love there are no caring meters to measure who loves who more because the love is always seamlessly reciprocated from the most selfless places.

I’m still learning more and more about love, but I am forgetting those silly little-boy fantasies I was once mistakenly taught about it and figuring out how real men love. I hope to one day teach my future children how to love the right way, and that just because people will use the word freely, that they are not to blame for the wrong ideas they were taught of what love is “supposed” to be, because love isn’t supposed anything but love.