Noboru Watanabe finally for download and purchase on Amazon.co.uk

Yep! Some music I made a couple of years ago with Tiger Takai (now in Tokyo). It's a pretty good listen. A concept album I suppose...made in 4 weeks, mixed for about a week after and it came out pretty damned good.

Have a listen and yeah buy it...


Thanks!


Cole

All I ever wanted to be is coming true in force and impunity. I must harness this energy and make it through the day.

Made by Someone Else

Drank my first real Coke in about a couple of years or so.

This is because it has...sugar instead of fructose corn syrup.

Tooth was pulled. Now infected. Now entire mouth is a nasty ulcer sore. I love stress. Skin is blotchy and I look like a freak. Shave head and face tonight. Is needed.

Bus

What was on my phone today.

Sick...

Off sick a bit. Stomach churning. Hard to type this as I feel like my eyes went bad overnight. Need more water. Need much less.

by Maaike.

audioandroid 11:51
u still off werk ?
cole.b.la.ckf.or.d 11:51
no
51:53
am at work
55:59
you know what I HATE
audioandroid 11:56
cheese
cole.b.la.ckf.or.d 11:56
how all dance music that hipsters play
56:22
sidechaining the FUCK out of everything so you can hear the kick
56:43
just learn how to space out your god damned frequencies you dumb twats
57:00
ya dig?
audioandroid 11:57
yeah - over side chaining has become a bit of a convention
57:31
but not as bad as Autotune
cole.b.la.ckf.or.d 11:57
hmmmmm not sure if i agree
57:53
haahhahahahaha death to kanye west

I am tired...does it ever stop?

Slack

i survived.
first gig in amsterdam.
people liked it but didnt understand it.
polder monkeys all of them.

Monday Night

moved the record case thing to the living room. 3rd move is the charm.
winston is on the go and lizzy got a migraine. i cant say more than that my stomach is full and i have a bad case of the i dont know whats.

have a couple more days off work. have time to kill and no time at all. weather is shit and the rain might turn into snow.

my phone went for a swim in the toilet of the belgique and it just sounded like a gun shot outside my window. hope they got the kids who are always tagging my neighbourhood. the english spelling is a bit nice i think, posh and my lips are chapped.

cant sleep to save my life and it is all gone south and then east again.
stuff.

My Saturday:

The Colester
6:06
you reckon i could mic an electric typewriter with a passive pickup?
tis louder than a guitar!

AudioAndroid
6:06
u need medication boy

The Colester
6:06
no
i need to freak people out

AudioAndroid
6:06
just look at what you just asked me.
thats not a normal question

The Colester
6:06
it would be a standard question around the Warp office
6:06

Rainy day surprises

Well.
We moved the couch and the room just fits now. Unbelievable that it looked so shit for so long.

Why did I take puursap offline?
Too much old stuff there for me to have open. So. Will close it.

The View from my new office

Through a dirty window

Monday roll

so tomorrow starts it.
gonna be a rough week but we have friday in antwerp.
so.
some ketchup, tobasco, worscestershire sauce (had to look at the bottle to spell that right) and some other stuff...tastes like?

crack.

why do i know that?

i just do. and i do think that this makes me a better person.

i want to live in a world where people say excuse me and look before the go out into traffic. not too hard you would think.

So I have worked really hard and have finished a new EP: you can listen here and here .

If you would like a copy 320mp3 email me at the puursap AT gmail.

Thanks!

going underground. will not be using computers past 7pm for the rest of this month (possibly year).

been a bit of time since i turned on the white side of my mind. no this isnt a race issue but a color one.
it is getting darker. the days are turning to night faster and with more bitterness. the rain outside is pissing for lack of a better word.

the world is falling apart. rightly so.
we need a new start. we need to break it down to rebuild it.

it is definitely very hard to keep a positive outlook on life when you are dragged by your soul into the mess that is america. need to break from it finally. i cant watch a train wreck in slow motion any more. cant do it.

in the mean time i am working on tunes and attempting to stock up on stuff to weather the recession...

yep!

i love the look on people's faces when i show them adblock for the first time. i feel trapped and threatened when i use someone else's computer and they do not have adblock installed. i no longer have a television. i refuse to listen to the radio. i live happily protected by my Mozilla as i search and discover information at my own pace.

sadly this is a two way street. i feel disconnected to those outside my window now. the ones smoking a joint listening to some song on their mobile phone. so i walk through the day assuming a high sense of self preservation...protecting myself from all that is outside my sense of smell.

Being broke.
Not broken is the key to remember.
Someone said sometime and I heard it sometime that being poor sets you free.
I strongly doubt that when viewed straight on. Sort of like seeing a truck the last seconds before the bumper separates your knee and removes the bottom half of your leg, that's what poor initially appears to be.
But.
Then.
As long as food is taken care of and a small covering for the rain is available I guess it would be human to say you are free from the bounds of a job or a house...
I don't see it.
I have no wants.
I want nothing. I have every-"thing" that I could want.
I just wanted to have some extra in case one of the cats gets sick...
That's human.

installing an update that could fuck everything up.
but that is to be expected. can always roll back.
how does it end up?
like this. awake later than normal.
creating something from nothing.
hope for a break and a new morning without a headache and a sore neck.

shadows.

i had a dream.
i owned a cafe.
7 generations before me had owned the cafe.
hopefully 3 would after me.
we served cake from a crystal cabinet that sat outside of the dusty sunlight that came through heavily painted windows. the fans turned, moving, moving smells of teas and coffee and the occasional cough through the screened in door that braced against the sand from the desert outside.
languages were spoken. french, arabic, hebrew, yiddish, german, spanish and danish. then i heard english.
then i heard american.
then i knew that the beauty would melt into the walls from a thermal blast.
they came and drank.
they had their coffee and left a small sack behind.
i screamed, then the blast was all...
no longer were the languages ever to speak together in my cafe.
forever we heard the cries of children in the gutters while smiles wide, glittered teeth hid behind a paper that no longer holds meaning.
our fat burned in the shreds of our clothes.
the crowd cheered. they pushed buttons on a screen.
we believed them.

Circle

had the most amazing dreams ever.
who said drugs were not cool after all.

Audience of One

about, god i really cannot remember when it actually happened. when did i get the text message. how many years has it been? has summer always been early and on time on queue with my depression and breakdowns. do i feel something different because of heat or am i any special thing that makes sense to anyone or can i end this sentence?

so dad died this week a few years back. did not even realize it until i had a hammer about a half inch inside the bowels of a korg keyboard...looking for something else to destroy i looked at the guitar. never will ever lose that thing.

breakdowns bring interesting times.