Friday, August 24, 2007

The first ever Oh, robot mix tape party!

Today's offering was a lot of fun for me to make. First, I was really hammered and that always makes for an exciting night. Second, I got to mess around on my turntables which is a treat indeed.

*This is not split into individual tracks. It's one long mp3 (perfect for partyin')**There are little volume spikes here and there, but if yer drunk it shant matter!


The Standells - Have you ever spent the night in jail?
The Kinks - Stop your sobbing
Rolling Stones - She said yeah
The Beatles - What goes on
The Greenhornes - Let me be
Soledad Brothers - Break em' on down
The Oblivians - Jim Cole
The Oblivians - Mad lover
The Misfits - Theme for a jackal
The Cobras - I wanna be your love
Mary Weiss & Reigning Sound - Don't come back
The How - Dreaming of Lily
Aislers Set - The red door
Dirty Pretty Things - Chinese dogs (demo)
The View - The don
The Paddingtons - 50 to a pound
Arctic Monkeys - 505
Babyshambles - Beg, steal, or borrow
The Ramones - I can't give you anything
Talking Heads - Psycho killer
Compulsive Gamblers - Whole lotta woman
Canned Heat - Whiskey Headed woman #2
Janis Joplin - Down on me
The Stooges - TV eye
Black Lips - Hippy Hippy
Black Lips - Boone
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Rockers to swallow
The Upholsterers - Pain

1 comment:

cornelius74 said...

As this mix of “drunk songs” begins I feel I’ve walked into a dark damp hole. Cinder block walls with tags and battle wounds engraved on them. Smoke filled air with the smell of alcohols past and present. It’s so cold that the only things warm are the freshly urinated corners. The creatures are cold to the touch, some entangled with each other others fixated on their own private indulgent moments. One single light bulb swings back and forth, bringing attention to fragmented dancing shadow figures that have no hosts. There’s no eye contact just attracted approaches or destructions. The only voices are the screams coming from the two speakers that bookend two live turntables and milk crates of vinyl, the only things deemed worthy. I don’t know if I belong and don’t think I care cause I’m coming back…OH, ROBOT.