I'm at work, still trying to wake up, and bored out of my skull. So to cure my boredom, I thought I might share some music with you from some artists I've been listening to lately.

--Fakebeat--
Just found Fakebeat the other day, and he is very good. I had heard "Cybernetic Love" previously in a summer mix off the Valerie Collective blog, but never knew who it was by. Highly recommend giving a listen.

Fakebeat on MySpace
Fakebeat on Twitter

--A Place To Bury Strangers--
I'm not usually that big on loud, angry music, but these guys are so different from anything else I've heard I can't help but enjoy them. They've got a ridiculously heavy and loud sound, but it sounds good. Big "wall of sound" usage, to a degree that would probably even impress Phil Spector. They've got a second album due out soon, so if you like this then keep your eyes peeled.

A Place To Bury Strangers on MySpace

--Super 64--
Yes, I like the Commodore 64 SID chip. Yes, I know all the tracks this guy has put up sound very similar. But it's still just so damn rad, I can't get enough. This is the kind of music you blast while cruising in a Ferrari while wearing chrome aviators and a bright neon Adidas track jacket. Don't forget the babe in the bikini riding shotgun with the red wayfarers and cherry lipgloss. Yes, I also know I love the 80's.

Super 64 on MySpace

--ST--
ST, or Stellar, is another one of those electronic artists out of France (where else?), with some pretty sweet disco-style tracks. Of all the tunes on there I'd say Blue is my favorite, it's got a good rock edge to it.

ST on MySpace
ST on Twitter

--Kavinsky--
Come on. You're a zombie. Get your corpse of an ass back in the studio and make some more killer tracks. Thank you.

Kavinsky on MySpace
Kavinsky on Twitter

--Valerie Collective--
Okay, not a single artist. The Valerie Collective is a, well, collective of artists with similar tastes in music. It's actually six different bands (The Outrunners, Russ Chimes, College, Anoraak, Maethelvin, and Minitel Rose. Run by David Grellier (aka College), the collective is a sort of blog in which he posts tracks from all kinds of sources, lots of different mixes, and just all kinds of excellence. I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone who enjoys music.

Valerie Collective Main Page
Valerie Collective on MySpace
Valerie Collective on Twitter

So I had this crazy dream last night...

The streets are littered with people, and I'm wandering around with a few friends (none of which I actually recognize), and we're all just looking for something to do. The neon light from the signs on the clubs reflected in the rain, giving a very Blade Runner-esque atmosphere to the whole environment. (Something tells me this whole thing was very much influenced by what I was writing last night.)

And suddenly, there she was, this beautiful girl. (For some reason I think she was a Depeche Mode fan, no idea why.) So I think to myself "I should totally introduce myself." She's walking in the same direction I was headed so I follow, but she's keeping the same distance from me as when I first saw her. Eventually she disappears in the crowd, but where she was going was quite apparent. This club had a big crowd around it, and I finally spotted her going inside, but her clothes had changed and she was wearing a tuxedo. Jacket, pants, bow-tie, ruffles, everything.

So I walk up to the entrance but the bouncer is all "Can't come in here bro" and points to a sign which states:

-Patrons Are Required To Dress In Attire Of Opposite Gender

Now, this girl was so damn attractive I ended up wearing this ridiculous plastic pink and black dress, and a pair of heels (which I quickly broke so I could walk like a bit more normally). This place is huge, like an opera house. The ceiling is hundreds of feet up, with incredibly detailed paintings covering it, like the Sistine Chapel. Massive chandeliers look like they're floating above the crowd in the lobby, which is a collection of various cross-dressed people, some taking it more seriously than others. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and am happy to see I just look like a guy dressed up as a chick as a joke for Halloween.

I spot the girl again, and she's headed for the main hall, which is filled with hundreds of thousands of seats, and there's a massive stage up front, twice as big as the one at Shea's. And there's an open seat right behind her. So I go down, I sit, and I actually introduce myself. And within nanoseconds she and I are getting along as if we've known each other for years, and it's all going great.

Unfortunately this dream didn't end with any sort of erotic content, or anything along the lines of what had been going on previously at all. Instead my phone and laptop (why the hell did I have my laptop with me??) both died from puncture wounds, and I somehow managed to call/text my dad to tell him I needed a new phone and computer.



Don't ask me to analyze this, but feel free to take a crack at it yourself.