REYNA – Kill Me


Even the happiest people in the world keep their darkest memory tucked away very deep to remind them what brought them to the light. At any point if you feel like your slipping you are reminded that you now have traction. I don’t believe in letting go of the past, I believe in letting go of the feelings that bring you down but I believe in holding on to the memories because they are what made you into the human being you are standing here reading this right now…

I gave you all
I gave you everything
I didn’t know that love was empty
I keep your poison
oh I keep it close
I take a sip, take a sip, take a sip.”

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Khruangbin – Master of Life

I think music has had periods of everything; time’s when the virtuoso, complex artist came on top. Other times that call for over-the-top production to make up for a thin performance. But in the best of times, it is always about one small, despicably overlooked thing: the feeling. The groove. That je-ne-sais-quoi that reals you in time and time again. That thing that simply can’t be replicated. That feeling that only comes with personal experience, through introspective even visceral living, through tears and smiles. Feeling Life can be just as powerful as it is beautiful, and many times it can knock us to our knees if we take our eyes off of it. I guess all I’m trying to say is this band made me feel before it made me think. And that’s unusual for someone that’s been working in the music industry for the past decade.

So strip down a band of its vocals, free it of its public’s expectation, And listen to the feeling they lay down for you. That guitar.

The band name, not sure, but I think its pronounced “Smooth-af”.


Sofi Tukker – Deja Vu Affair (Callie Reiff Remix)

Callie Reiff’s remix of the subtly mesmerizing “Deja Vu Affair” is a prime example of a remix done right.

With its newfound extroversion, the track moves from stoned-with-headphones-on territory into the maroon walls an upscale electronic club, glossy coating and all. Bouncing at a body-swaying pace, it’s perfect for champagne-in-hand dancing before it’s eventual drop which might lead to a few bottles popped. Of course, as a last semester senior in college, the only bottles I’ve popped up until this point are of the $4 Andre variety, but I digress. The vibes are all present, ready for your local nightlife to consume.

With that being said, put on your Saturday’s finest and peep Reiff’s Sofi Tukker remix below.

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Benjamin Earl Turner – Humble Pi (Prod. by Who Is This Guy)

Damn I don’t know why I just got to this.  Haven’t really been on top of looking through our submissions, it would take me pages and pages to explain Mom and work life to you if you don’t already know what that 24/7 life is.

I really like this dude Benjamin, his vibe, the comedy in his lyrics, the natural improvisation that you hear throughout the track, it’s all very organic and natural the way it flows and I am all about that ORGANIC life these days, don’t give me anything that is fucking processed.

Benjamin seeks to establish himself as a master wordsmith and lyricist within the Hip-Hop genre, as well as expand the current reaches of the musical style. By exploring storytelling, soul music, spoken word influence, lullaby, post-rock instrumentation, electronic alternative, gospel, the capabilities of a loop pedal and ukulele, classic and modern jazz, blues lyric, contemporary funk, folk harmonies, movie scores, as well as studying foreign forms of music and whatever else he can find, Benjamin is seeking to hone in on a new sound.’

I am a sucker for some good Hip-Hop, especially if it doesn’t sound like all the rest, everything just blends together these days where you are like, wait, didn’t I just listen to that? Naw homie, not this track, I’ve been vibin’ to this all morning as my little babe sleeps soundly, probably vibin’ to some hip-hop in her dreams, (insert laughing cry face emoji)..

If you want to hear more from Benjamin Earl Turner, and you should, click here.  I have so much to do, getting some freedom tonight to go out and let my hair down, lookin’ all sexy and fly, ya that’s right I am totally feelin’ myself these days.  Only good vibes, sexy strides, all eyes on me!  Thanks to this track this morning, that line resonates hard.

Happy Saturday my EMPT loves.

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Rangleklods – Young and Dumb

Dad, mom told me you used to want to be a rock star when you grew up.

–          You’re mom’s right little dude.

–          So…what happened?

–          I spend a lot of time smoking weed, chasing women, having more fun than my level of productivity deserved. I was young and dumb.

–          Dad, how in the hell did you discover how toturn CO2 into Ethanol?

–          They all thought I was out of my mind. But I kept at it because I was stubborn. Then, it all happened, “accidentally”. I was lucky, I was willing, I took a risky chance. I was young and dumb.

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About the track: It’s an odyssey; crunchy intro leading into an electro indie bass line and beat, falling into a German Techno vibe and culminating in an exquisite drop. Unfortunately, Rangleklods are no more. But this is a work of artistic genius, way ahead of its time.


OZ – Wonder prod by Beatboyz

Back in Seattle after more then a decade of being away, to get my feet wet, in the organic music industry they have here so too speak. I was lucky enough to stumble upon a writer, poet, hip-hop artist on one of my first weekends out at High Dive in Fremont. Fresh sound, fresh lyrics, catching my attention like the way the air feels after a hard rain, clean.  Through the distraction of checking my phone to see if my baby girl is sleeping soundly at home.  Seattle local, OZ, making his mark on what I believe to be some of the most hardcore music fans, not only that but if you have a passion for music then you know some greats have come from this rainy Emerald City, Shabazz Palaces, Sir Mix, Macklemore, Jimmy, Nirvana, too name a few….

I wonder will the world see me as a heathen or see me as a man with a wishing well.

I wonder when I’ll be in babe, I wonder when I’ll be king baby.” -OZ

Wonder: a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.

It sounds so innocent right? The definition of such a beautiful word, but I don’t know that there is such innocence these days except in that of a newborn baby.  I felt wonder last night while watching the 3rd debate between the devil and a women who isn’t so innocent herself but put the definition of wonder in me in a much more gritty sense.  I am not one to talk politics, in fact this is the first year I am finally voting and I am 30 years old!  This past year has been one giant ball of wonder for me. Surprise for so many new beginnings, not just for me but for the world.  Admiration for my strength as a single mother and my abilities to raise and take care of my child all on my own, and the world through its strength with so much chaos.  Beauty, because there is so much of it and we are all forgetting that there is still SO much BEAUTY that exists.  Unexpected, Unfamiliar, Inexplicable, these 3 words speak for themselves, speak for MY self and for our world as we know it right now.

I wonder what else this world has in store for me, for us all, because so far it has been Fuc&ing exciting darlings, let me tell you it has been far more exciting then I ever expected. I wonder who will become president, hopefully you all will make the right choice, I wonder tho, will you make the right choice? This world is our ‘wishing well’, make the right wish.

While your wonderment is mulling into thirst for new beginnings, for the right beginning, press play on this fresh track by one of my new local Seattle favs, OZ, enjoy!

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D.D Dumbo – Satan

Walk in. Watch. Everybody is here to have a good one. He misses her though. Go to the bar. Get some ginger ale in that solo cup. Best way to keep dipsh*ts from asking why you aren’t drinking at a party anyway. Walk around. Meet new people. She’s too busy talking to him. He seems a lot more important. Listen to that tune. Wiggle your butt a bit. Start getting into it. They’re talking about Artificial Intelligence and its development over here on the West Coast. Dope. Enough eavesdropping. Engage the conversation. Realize you don’t know a thing about AI. Move along. He’s wasted. It’s not even midnight. Keep dancing the social anxiety away. Have a cigarette. Fuck cigarettes. She looks good. Let’s give it a second try. She can’t dance for shit. Moving on. She looks interesting. Like she’s having fun, but there’s something in her eyes that says she’s carrying a weight on her shoulders. Her body asks for space. We’ll come back to her later. Food. Need food. No food. More ginger ale. It’s 7am. Everybody is either gone or passed out. Let’s find a room and collapse. 10am. She wakes me up. She needs someone to listen. Shake off the slumber. Let’s take her to breakfast. What. A. Night.

“I pray for everyone, as a godless sapien.”


SHELLS – Jailbird

Oh so many prisons. Personal; mental, spiritual. Physical; Professional, routine. Sometimes we feel…

I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy.
Being a Jailbird.”

But let me dig on this. This is something that can only be concluded after some cognizant train of thought,but if it weren’t for prisons we wouldn’t value our freedom to the extent that some of us do. Some of us, the cognizant few. But let’s break it down…


Mental: There are several degrees, or wards, if you will, in this prison. From temporary insanity due to a rush of hormones blasting through your chest and bursting into words…damn, that girl is fine af, Imma do some crazy shit to break down her wall, to bipolar mania that only the ones lucky/unklucky enough to have experienced this high know.
Spiritual: This prison has three floors. On the ground floor you have spiritual void; individuals who have perhaps not yet tapped into this realm, and maybe never will. But these have no god but the god they know. They are limited by their own knowledge, their own world view. They trust no one. Only themselves. These are the individualists. Hans Solo. The second floor is those that feel the breeze of some sort of faith, but they can’t put their finger on it. They’ve tapped in with just the tip. They are bound by their fear to give into something greater than themselves…whatever…it…may…be. Then, the third floor, that’s where the riots happen. Where you see prisoners hanging the innocent that live below. Where all egos collide, and sadly, they don’t realize they mostly coincide. Christians we’re once Jews. Yam Kippur to you all by the way. Jews and Arabs we’re once part of the same tribe (you can read up on Abraham, and his two sons here). These are bound, tied and twisted by their narrow perception of the reality of it all…we are all family, and we all seek to live in God to the best of our abilities. The extremists are those that have followed the wolf clothed in sheep’s skin. I’m not even going to bother with these; they are not worth my time.


Professional: Do you like what you do for a living? You make it work. You don’t? You’re a prisoner. You say you love what you are doing? You make that shit art, no matter what you do.
Routine: Sometimes, we’re just afraid of venturing off into the unknown. Be brave. Break the mold.

Value your mental, spiritual, professional and physical freedom. Now, protect it with fire.


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Pegasus Warning – Building A Bridge

Artist comparisons in press emails can get a bit ridiculous, don’t you think? Artists need to believe in their creations of course, but when a PR team represents a rap duo as the next coming of Outkast or an indie band as the next coming of The Strokes, it sets the bar just a bit too high. With that being said, Los Angeles-based artist Pegasus Warning is being billed as someone who channels the vibes of a list of soulful legends and freaking Prince, but after listening to his brand new EP, they just might onto something.

“Building a Bridge,” the album’s intro track, is an instant favorite because of those comparisons. It’s a silky smooth joint with MoTown vibes that I just can’t get enough of; on top of his soulful vocals, the bridge at the end of the track drips with purple-rain soaked electronics and arena-ready vocals in the background that would put classic rock legends to shame. It’s like all the ghosts of classic music’s past came together and decided to show themselves once more in the form of Pegasus Warning, transporting all of us listening back to a musical golden age.

I promise I won’t go off on a grumpy, old-man tangent about how there’s less classic music produced these days, but Pegasus Warning might be the first artist I’ve encountered in a hot minute whose music really feels timeless. I can’t wait to sit down and dig into PwEP2 again and again the rest of this year and the years to come.

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