My grandfather used to beat the shit out of me whenever I propped myself up at the table with my elbows. He said it was rude. One time he beat me so bad that I had a concussion and vomited in my bed overnight. So when I turned 18 I started propping myself up by my elbows all the time out of a silly rebellious spirit. Now my back is fucked.

Read article about the colonization of ambient music, xenophobia plaguing the ambient community. Need a more inclusive ambient sound, a sound that incorporates African timbres and Arab shrieks, maybe some congas for good measure, some females talking, all those elements that up to now have been gatekept by self-proclaimed ambient aestheticians for decades: the privilege of John Cage/Brian Eno. Yes, this drumbeat and rap lyrics belong in the ambient lexicon. I am sorry for thinking otherwise.

Responsibility is a bitch and a blast.

She went to Florida to find her man, of course.