MEET EDGAR ALAN, SECOND GRADE CHESS MASTER
Manically, I disposed Pandora’s theory immediately.
“Never has Benson Dutch beaten me at Chess!”
Pandora, quite unwillingly, nervously pondered.
“Well, why…Why does he own such a nice chess set then?”
I drew a sigh.
“Perhaps the quality of one’s possessions does not always attain to the prowess of one’s chess skill, Pandora” I replied dully.
I looked down at my wristwatch. Realising it was past two, I politely escaped Pandora’s clutches and made my way to the playground. I was growing more irritated by the second. How dare that Pandora Livingston belittle me with such ignorant assumptions. Does she even know who I am? The mighty Edgar Alan has never EVER been defeated in a game of chess. Well there was that one time, but we don’t speak of that.
Upon entering the playground I encountered the evil which is Martin Lube. Martin, a fourth grader and notorious tormentor, had me in his sights. There was no escape.
“Sup Alan?” He spat begrudgingly. Without hesitating, he drew a golf ball sized rock out of his pocket and hurled it with force, in my direction, narrowly missing my ankle.
“Your throwing is nearly as poor as your parents, Lube”
Normally I wasn’t one for spiteful comebacks, especially to a person of Lube’s stature, but today was different. I was irritated. I knew this would no doubt end in some sort of physical confrontation, as always, yet I didn’t seem to care.
EDGAR’S A MAD MOTHERFUCKER
Ghostpoet - Cash and Carry Me Home
Just discovered the supernatural wordsmith Ghostpoet a few days ago, and I’m digging the fuck out of him. It’s mysterious, yet honest. Inspiring in it’s despair and motivational in it’s melancholy.
Classic Buddha Hocking
Hum.
Hum.
Floating the fuck out
Buddha Hocking like a boss
haha Buddha Hocking
Nujabes - Horn in the Middle
I wish I had a skateboard so I could skateboard all day to this
Notorious B.I.G - Ready to Die
Yesterday marked the 15 year anniversary of the death of Notorious B.I.G aka Christopher Wallace.
R.I.P B.I.G
If, just somehow, I could transform myself into a bird and have some really strong wings, I could meet some super cool beaked friends and fly around a lot. We could go do bird type shit all day and it would be super fun. Plus, we could go to so many super festivals, like this one. Where a lot of bands I like are playing. My new bird pals and I could even sit on top of the stage and get a birds eye view, viewed from our bird eyes.
But then again I could just get an actual fucking job instead of digging holes and stop being a fucking stupid daydreaming cunt all day thinking about birds and fucking do something with my life and then pay my way there.
Oh the possibilities…
Dead Meadow - I Love You Too
“This was something I had seen before-seen that very morning, between the flowers and the furniture, when I looked down by chance, and went on passionately staring by choice, at my own crossed legs. Those folds in the trousers - what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the gray flannel - how rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous! “
Aldous Huxley - The Doors of Perception
Ladyhawke - Anxiety - 100 Club London - 15.11.11
Half lady, half hawk, I was lucky enough to see the biological phenomenon that is Ladyhawke earlier this week. Since my previous sighting of Ms. Hawke, she has finally written a new album, finally adding to the over-played and worn out material from her self titled first album. With time, comes expectation and her new tracks didn’t disappoint. Seemingly escaping from the electronic pop melodies of her previous album, her new style seems to take on a more distorted and darkened guitar driven sound. The album ‘Anxiety’, her first since her debut in 2008, isn’t due till around may apparently…so IT’S AVIARY EAGLEY AWAITED ALBUM. err
