Joshua Topolsky

It’s taken a little while to get it together, but two of the most insipid creations in modern memory — lastnightsparty and poseur rap / rock / crap — have joined together. Finally I can hear Pharrell toast and fake-sing about the pleasures of dirty Williamsburg coke parties over a beat that sounds like something Fatboy Slim left on the cutting room floor. It’s cool — like there’s nothing more important in life like getting fucked up and banging someone with herpes. Remember the 80’s? Probably not, but trust me, you look worse. Keep reading Ayn Rand everyone, it’s doing you a lot of good.

Sorry, I just got these three songs “randomly” selected.

1: Day is Done - Nick Drake
2: Morning Will Come - Spirit
3: Goodbye Blue Sky - Pink Floyd

Are you kidding me? Also, I skipped all of them. What am I, depressed or something?

So Kanye posted up this mention of Santogold (his “favorite artist”) on his blog, and I highly recommend you all go check it out, then get check out the track I’m a Lady quickfast. I have to say this new shit she’s doing is quite impressive. On that note, I thought I’d put up a stream of the track that Eric and I worked on with her, Spank Rock, and Tyler + Mario from !!! (pow pow pow pow pow). It’s a wild assortment of cats, but I really like it (especially Naeem’s crazy / creepy vocals) — check it out below.

Our good friends and neighbors at RCRD LBL have posted a lovely bulletin about us on their totally bitching music blog. They’ve also included a bunch of tracks that we’ve worked on which are free for you to download to your heart’s content. Thanks guys — we’re flattered!

Remember that Fader article I mentioned like two posts ago? Well we’ve got that mix up now. You can check it out here. Also, they’ve included the actual article, for all of you out there who hate hate hate old media.

If you’ve been deeply in need of a rave connection, maybe I can help. I did a mix a while ago which is currently residing on joshuaryan.com. You can go there and download it or listen online… whatever. It’s got it all.

Also, Eric and I are doing a new mix for The Fader which should be up in a little bit (like this week). And we’re in the new issue, as is Penny.

You know, I don’t update this blog as often as I should. It’s just, after a day of blogging, one doesn’t immediately reach for the blog control and blog writing instrument and blog fellows and blog dictionary and begin typing a secret message into one’s blog — does one?

But more to the point, is people reading this thing anyway? I suppose I’ll know when my poor grammar is corrected by a load of dedicated joshuatopolsky.com readers. Like my wife.

I had a thought recently, concerning music. My thought is thus: an almost-instant response in my mind when I hear a new song I like is: “I’m going to be bored of this song after 10 listens.” I know it sounds doom and gloom, but I have to admit it, my brain doesn’t want to like anything it doesn’t already like! This is a sign of old age, I know, which is how my parents, who grew up during the birth of rock n’ roll, the peace movement, the American civil rights jig, and a slew of other beautiful, meaningful, music-creating incidents only want to listen to Frank Sinatra. To be fair, I think my mother owns a few Taylor Dayne albums. So I guess it is possible to learn to like new music, it will just be festering garbage.

The long and short of it is that I’m slowing down, getting gray, and thinking about a place in the country where my babies can run, screaming through the fields, the blur of our red farmhouse beside them, and a dangerous highway nearby. I may have just experienced a sense-memory of the film Pet Sematary, but we can never know for sure.

Watch your Achille’s heel, friends.