a deferred enigma

I'm apart of the lovely TBR team. /theblanketreviewer.com. I'm also a hardcore music aficionado. I represent the west end of Toronto, ON.

I'll introduce you to the slinkiest of slank.

whatever

Music says what I often cannot.

happiness is only real when shared

No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious and charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:    THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED     FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD     WAS MUSIC-Kurt Vonnegut

"I've never lived closer to danger, but I've never felt safer. I've never felt more confident, and people could spot it from a mile away. And as for this, the violence? I gotta be honest - it grew on me. Once you've taken a few punches and realize you're not made of glass, you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go." Green Street Hooligans Life happens once, so let's take advantage of this moment and enjoy the presence of each other in these melodic seas of musical creations

There are two ways to look at life. Actually, that’s not accurate; I suppose there are thousands of ways to look at life. But I tend to dwell on two of them. The first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone’s life is entropy. The second is that everything pretty much stays the same (more or less) and that everything is completely connected, even if we don’t realize it. There are many mornings when I feel certain that the first perspective is irrefutably true: I wake up, I feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and I am struck by the fact that I am alone. And that everyone is alone. And that everything I understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that I have to learn everything again. I guess I am not a morning person. However, that feeling always passes. In fact, it’s usually completely gone before lunch. Every new minute of every new day seems to vaguely improve. And I suspect that’s because the alternative view—that everything is ultimately like something else and that nothing and no one is autonomous—is probably the greater truth. The math does check out; the numbers do add up. The connections might not be hard-wired into the super-structure to the universe, but it feels like they are whenever I put money into a jukebox and everybody in the bar suddenly seems to be having the same conversation. And in that last moment before I fall asleep each night, I understand Everything. The world is one interlocked machine, throbbing and pulsing as a flawless organism.

...Too many passions, too few hours in the day... Mixes for The Gallery: http://8tracks.com/the-gallery/the-gallery-presents-luis-royo http://8tracks.com/the-gallery/the-gallery-presents-bruce-davidson Tumblrs: http://japanoldandnew.tumblr.com/ http://afantasyhistory.tumblr.com/

Damnit I love music. All cover art is my own photography. the band: http://thekarmakicks.bandcamp.com/

Trust me...I'm a DJ http://www.facebook.com/people/Andrew-Blank/1307190383 Also checkout my collaboration with @ferrous_goxide http://8tracks.com/clustercuss