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Pogo is amazing.



If you recall from my December playlist you didn’t listen to, I put a pogo song called “Wishery” on it with a bunch of snippets from Disney’s Snow White. I didn’t even realize what the samples were from until Bethany told me it was Snow White. But anyway, I’ve been steadily listening to more and more of Pogo’s material primarily because his synth-wave base lines are so awesome; but when I came across his website, I came to realize that he’s not just a lowly DJ, but actually a VJ, and a prodigious one at that. (That is: Video Jockey, for my less electronically inclined audience.) Some videos are less eventful than others, but most of them make me laugh at some point or on some level; the music is also surprisingly relaxing for being so chopped and glitched. I don’t spect all’y’all to be down with the … irregularity of the videos, but you should at least try listening to some of these ill jams and dope jellies.

Thank you for your interest and unagreed upon commitment to this.

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Dear You,

HELLO.

I have been slacking on the blog front lately, and for that, I apologize; but I assure you ...it will happen again. I really thought I'd get some top notch blogs done over my break, but time has proven more scarce than previously anticipated. And with the ensuing new spring semester now bearing down on me, I imagine this place is going to get really stale for a while. I know that I, myself, stand most disappointed, being my most dedicated reader and all. But what I can promise you is this:

Nothing.

Kidding, kidding! Don't panic and cry and soil yourself in a fit of mild disapproval. I'll prolly post some totally awesome videos/pictures/music from time to time (after all, my most notable features could essentially be boiled down to the oddities that interests me).

I now leave you with these most excellently peaceful and spiritually satisfying piano pieces. And if you listen to Rachmaninoff's 'piano concerto no.2' and the last couple minutes don't give you even a little lump in the throat or a single goosebump, then do me a favor: check your pulse, assess your reflexes, self-administer a digital rectal exam, and then disregard all collected data, because you have no soul. (Don't even try to comprehend the grammatical algorithms in that sentence, it would blow all our minds.)

Adieu for now! If I don't see you in the future . . . I'll see you in the pasture.