The Constorium of Greater Minds

Just to follow up on soundune’s earlier post on Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, Oliver Wang over at soul-sides hooked up a nice little post complete with this track off the new album, featuring Jones taking it back to her gospel roots over a slow-buring southern soul influenced number. Check out the post over at soul-sides as well as the accompanying write up OW hooked up for the LA Times.

In other Sharon Jones news, they’re currently on a world tour, and you know they had to come through the District. I saw them sometime last year and it was, hands down, one of the best shows I will ever see, much less have seen.  I never thought that I would be able to see a show like that; they do a show in the style of the old soul revues a la James Brown. Amazing. Sharon Jones is just booming with energy and soul like you just don’t see anymore. If you’re lucky enough to have them come through your town, don’t sleep.

 Here’s the track, but be sure to visit soul-sides.

  Download Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings – Answer Me

The sun – rose, and moon – lily, high in the sky and shimmering all the while. It was a warm type of summer night and quite wide too. The waves crashing and smashing and hissing on the rocks far below the ornate railing where we stood looking out over the Dalmatian Coast. Seagulls gliding overhead gave hungry cries that reverberated off the cliff face. If I were to paint a picture of this place with words it would consist of warm reds and oranges and deep blues with specks of silver; a hauntingly romantic pallet with a hint of forever.
Yes, dear?
It was a pleasant walk from the hostel into town. We passed the bars with their Australians and gin and tonics and light jazz, down the steep walkway wedged between the road and one thousand feet of vertical rock; breathtaking beauty. We stopped to peer into enchanting courtyards covered in shadow and cut off from the world by giant, black iron rot fences. They melted into the darkness, the grey cement stone walls covered in vines, covered in vines.
I said I never want to leave, my love.
On down past the giant hotel, a skeleton in its remodeling stages destined to house the hundreds who would later infest the place with their drunken discourse and their sober ignorance.

I remember a night in July. A warm night with a soft breeze that danced on the quiet procession and recession of the tide; it made the night fresh and captured the details of our meandering conversation and sent them to intertwine with the smoke above our heads where it followed a course gently out to sea. Helena sat leaning against a pillow set out on the beach front, legs stretched out before her.

giorgio de chirico

this is such classic stuff
apparently iTunes is an ass and has prevented me from sharing any of the music i download from the iStore…here’s a track of the previous album…you get the idea

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a supreme prank call via www.quartersnacks.com

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funny ish

when the concrete jungle is getting you down – go for a drive at put this on play…

such a hot pair of 1s…

Earlier this year, Nike gave tribute to Bobbito Garcia by allowing him to personally design and create three blazing colorways of the Air Force 1 Low. Rumored to release next month are these latest installments featuring a pack of Air Force 1 Hi’s.

one of the original vilseck crew comes to town.

back together, again, after all these years

pat, mayu and yours truly at the sports bar in roppongi the seventh circle of hell

mayu and the ishii twins strait from london to tyo

we meet up with the crew on the streets of roppongi

rolling deep!

dinner with the posse

vy, mayu, random swedish dude and pat

drinking and waiting for a table to open up

late night karaoke in roppongi

the twins belting out sade…”western man!”

come back soon, brother!

Via US Weekly. M’julie noticed this shot of the ever hip John Mayer and his girl rockin a supreme tee. Looks like he’s wearing that ish to the gym. Are those sweat stains? Better bring a towel son.