For Alice

today is for my paternal grandmother alice who lived to the beautiful age of 90 years old.

she past away earlier this year, and my father is visiting from south carolina to celebrate her birthday week (she would have turned 91 this coming monday jul 10).

life may get tough at times for us all. she definitely saw her fair share through adoption as a child, learning to survive the great depression, life as a woman battling sexism, and losing her husband at 45 (least of all raising children on her own).

yes i know tough women. i was raised by a beautiful family full.

a raven haired beauty in her day, alice loved betty boop, crossword puzzles, and any silly game you could pull up on the computer as her awkward nerdy grandson named elijah. she’d talk your ear off and give you advice on everything and anything (even if it was cold hard advice you didn’t want, she always meant it in a good way, but it failed to come across sometimes).

truth is, she was so determined and stubborn in her ways that she would have outlasted us all if her mortal body would have permitted. nobody could stop her or change her mind. time and again she had to reinvent herself to survive. she knew the world was hers to explore.

while we didn’t always see eye to eye, i always admired that about her. strong minded women have a will like no other and an innovative ability to thrive. i come from a family full.

never lose your will to adapt and continue on. always find your humor and joy to smile through any storm. in the darkest of times continue to shine your light. it comes from the source, and the source is your own.

keep your head up, peeps. maintain inner peace. and have a beautiful rest of your week.

rest in peace

alvera “alice” heiss
jul 10, 1926 – mar 6, 2017


each of
reach of
new piece of
technology i
seem to
seek a
for a
i don’t
know how
to ask it

mirror mirror
on the wall

who am i?

it’s whatever
you ask it
what shadow
you cast
the river
of ur

hook line
and sinker

mirror mirror

we create

Dr. Krunkstable & his magical medicine show

This is a song by Dr. Krunkstable. If you do not know him yet, find his music, because you’re missing out!

I’ve lived in Muskegon all my life – born and raised. It’s a small town with not a lot to do, not a lot to get into (if you lack imagination). Most my life I’ve spent buried in a computer to compensate for this fact.

Two years ago I met someone who led me to his music, and because he loves music so much (probably more than his own being) his music led me to a ton of other music made right here in my own backyard, Muskegon.

Music is good when it makes you feel something inside. But music is great when it makes you MOVE SOMETHING OUTSIDE.

I’ve never really danced, and I know what that means about me as a person. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do in life, but I’ll get there in due time.

In the mean time, I’ll be bumping this guys music and all the other great musicians I now know thanks to him. He’s a great guy. You’d be lucky to know him (and anyone close to him).

Here is where you can find his music:

And here’s more on what other great things he offers:

Reborn into Magick

Taste like summer rain & poetry

She was born into this life with a scream from her mother, the first glimpse of her life was being loved unconditionally by a woman who had just laid eyes on this precious gift. Cradled in her arms, she felt no harm should come to her. She was the embodiment of innocence, though her gifts ran through her veins. Like a life force …of blood and tears. She was the daughter of so many women taught not practice in their craft. Misunderstood and painted like a scarlet letter, she hid in fear of what people may presume.She lived her life in the expectations of others, yet she was drawn to the moon and the skies like a moth to flame. She could feel the energy of her surroundings, as she swayed in the night breeze. Yet she put these gifts aside, full well knowing that a piece of her would…

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David Bowie Is Dead // This Is What He Means To Me

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“Where the fuck did Monday go?”

David Bowie is actually dead. It feels strange to say this. More than any other artist on the planet, Bowie always seemed to move beyond mere mortals. To the world, he was larger than life. His work was timeless, always a step ahead and off to the side from everyone else. Even his most popular songs felt beamed in from another place, with a unique sensibility that could come from no one else. He is universally beloved by entire generations, despite remaining as weird as a man can be.

Infinitely more important to me, however, is the space he occupied in my life. David Bowie is the one and only artist to have been there all along. I mean this in the most literal sense.


He starred in one of the first films I can remember watching, Jim Henson’s dark fantasia Labyrinth. Despite…

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Odd Future: Tyler The Creator and Hodgy Beats on Fallon


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Since I actually sought this out on tv and stayed up to watch it, AND it turned out to be more than worth the time and effort, sharing seemed to be on order.  It’s Tyler, The Creator and Hodgy Beats of OFWGKTA.

So check this out and enjoy it as I have.  Several times already.  A few highlights:  Their insane energy and enthusiasm.  Tyler getting away with wearing the upside-down cross ski mask.  The song itself, fucking great even when edited.  The J-horror girl standing there doing nothing.  The gnome.  Felicia Day warily shouting “WOLF!” And of course the perma-grin final few seconds in which Jimmy Fallon carries Tyler piggyback, and a (possibly inebriated?) Mos Def shouts “SWAG, SWAG, SWAG!”

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Skyramps – Days of Thunder

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Skyramps is the combined efforts of Daniel Lopatin (Oneohtrix Point Never – loved here recently) and Mark McGuire (Emeralds), spinning electric gold through a tight 33 minute set. If you’re picturing the homespun sci-fi synthesizer burblings of the former soaking in the ethereal guitar ambience of the latter project, you’re on the right path. This is basically mana from heaven for those of us who happen to be fans of both.

Click the artwork to download the album as a zip file.

When I heard about this release, I practically shat myself. 2009 saw the rise of a more user-friendly, nearly pop natured breed of drone music the likes of which had never yet crossed radars. Drone for the masses?  Not quite. But this is, for instance, far more palatable to your radio listener friends than a Final or Scorn, or even latter day Seefeel

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i killed my heroes


when i was a child
i acted like one
looking up to others
i had a list of heroes
and i wanted to be
just like each one of them

when i became an adult
i wanted to pull that little boy aside
and tell him not to set his hopes so high
because when you fall
you fall far

today i killed all of my heroes
when i realized they were just like me
setting themselves up for failure
but when they failed
they failed into becoming my hero

what they set out to do
they didn’t achieve it
but to a little boy full of dreams
wandering aimlessly
for more than what life
had brought him
they were definitely heroes to him

today i step out
from under my own shadow
and become my own hero
fall far
and along the way
learn how to fly