I don't know if you have ever seen a flash drive. Those little tiny things. Like a tiny tube of an android's lipstick. Inserting a flash drive into anything is the same as buying it a ticket on Oceanic flight 815. Therefore, you will never encounter another recorded mixcloud stream of Marcus Mueller's Day Off. It's too hard. Impossible. Like, pulling yourself up by your bootstraps impossible.
So, there is a band called SELMA OXOR. They are from Monterrey, Mexico. Okay, they might not be a band anymore. Who knows? Certainly not the internet. Studies have suggested that they released a self-titled LP back in 2009. Then there is this killer track and video (discovered via NEGATIVE YOUTH) that claims a release date of 2012:
Regardless of Selma Oxor's origins or whatever, this track rules. Listen to it a hundred times while the sweat collects on that part of your face below your nose and above your mouth. Where moustaches grow.
Lots of shows in Missoula last weekend. I would recap for you but I spent Friday through Monday morning sucking on popsicles and listening to Red House Painters, Sun Kil Moon, and Magic City Boys.
In other music-related, bloggable news, last night I dreamed that my teeth started to fall out. Then my entire right jaw bone fell out. As if there are two separate pieces to the human jaw bone. My right one fell out last night.
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