Some mornings just require U.S. Maple. Or at least mine do.

U.S. Maple -- "Open A Rose" -- Live

It's a Skip Spence morning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95Txs4lImu8

Look out honey, 'cause I'm usin' technology.

I'm all about Sun Araw's Beach Head right now.

Another Ege Bamyasi morning.

Mental soundtrack: Maserati's "12/16." RIP, Jerry. Those one-armed fills still blow my mind.

I misread the track listings in iTunes, and thought for a moment that the band Shorty had, like Shooby Taylor, done a version of "Lift Every Voice and Sing."

Ege Bamyasi

The King Tubby-to-Autechre transition was a bit jarring, but seems kind of natural now.

Morning bus soundtrack: Dirty Three's "I Really Should Have Gone Out Last Night." Up next: either something from Friends of Dean Martinez or Tonight's the Night-era Neil Young.

I'm not as bad off as this sounds, really.

It wouldn't be Christmas without The ECC's The Christmas Wrong.

It's a Band of Susans morning.

Torch of the Mystics

I was going to type "Hallo, Gallo" as a status update, but then most people would think I'm either drinking jug wine way too early, or hanging out with Vincent Gallo, instead of listening to Neu!, which is what I'm really doing.

It's still all about Acre Thrills. And the other week, a number of early-morning dreams were nonexistent Shorty videos. Perhaps "The State Is Bad," but "Rice Ain't Afraid of Nothing."

This afternoon, it's Acre Thrills.

Kraftwerk, Bremen, 1971. If you haven't heard it, it's not what you'd expect.

Tamburas at 120 Hz, 90 Hz, and 60 Hz.

It's a Can morning. So yes, we Can.

Subrig Destroyer is having a markedly positive effect on my day.