Clear Water

A clear reminder everyone needs once in a while.

Must Do France

There's something utterly irresistible about French electro.

Bat Eyes

So absolutely, breathtaking.

Age of the Indie

Young artists everywhere. Celebrate now. Do more. Mope less. We're watching.

Get Free

Diplo. Dirty Projectors on vocals. Major Lazer (still not sure who he is, too lazy to Google). But this is pure gold — that is, if hearing gold was possible.

Long Lost

When I tell folks I went to Indiana for school, they think corn fields. While that was 90% true, I spent most of my time absorbing culture and co-hosting bands such as Kansas Bible Company and the Kroodz crew in the basement/living room of my house. Here's a glimpse into the craziness less than a year ago.

Figub Brazlevic: Word is Bond

I miss my old school hip-hop. Glad someone's takin' it back with a little mix of futuristic-new sprinkled within.

Demon Child

I've never really come out with this, but at one point during my college career, I had a run-in with a demon child from another world.

The backstory: Endless upon endless parties at a house reminiscent of the one falling apart in Fight Club. Aside from broken fixtures and a floor that smelled like hell, '666' and pentagrams began to litter our walls. This stemmed from an ongoing inside joke and a group of friends who found this type of stuff entertaining to poke fun at (mainly because we were in the middle of God's country, but also because they found it simply hilarious).

The event: After several months of this ongoing cycle of party + graffiti + more insane nonsense, I found myself awakened at night by heavy breathing by my bedside. This wasn't just normal breathing either. I'm talking distinct long deep breaths with 2-3 second pauses in between. It chills me to the bone 'til this day.

My body was facing upward, but I quickly realized I couldn't move anything. My eyes were closed shut as I felt a strong force binding my legs together. Still calm (at this point at least), I struggled to move my feet. No luck. This binding soon went up to my hands beside my body and pushed them together. This eventually eerie binding force soon moved to my neck (and this is when I started freaking out) and I began choking. No air. Sheer panic.

I somehow managed to force my eyes wide open and my gaze shifted towards the right side of my bed. There it was. A little girl with her mouth wide open, one hand out, commanding this awesome nonsense. Of course, I tried to scream, but I couldn't. Still, I managed to somehow break from her spell, and with any strength left in my body, took a swing at her demonous figure.

Yes, I punched a ghost in the face.

After that, all I can remember is silence and the sweat dripping from my face.

Back in the Days

I still can't believe VHS is considered 'retro' now. Must be the same feeling folks feel when they see young kids who don't know who MacGyver is.

Pretty Incredible

One of the many incredible videos I've seen in the past few days. Best to watch it full screen, HD and all.

Live Fast, Die Young

M.I.A. hits it out of the ballpark with this one.

Kobe System: Beastion

Lovin' these new series of Kobe Bryant commercials. This one includes a tip that you can use for the rest of your life. For Kanye, probably not so much.

The Classic Case of My Body

I beg to differ. All this leg shaking is money making!

Now With Extra WTF

Sometimes you just need to let loose and forget about all them taxes you need to do.

Do You Remember Me?

Good music should be recognized. Devonte Hynes, you da man.

Une Fille Comme Les Autres

Brilliant execution, if I must say so myself. A viral video for a French fashion magazine Jalouse.

The Story of Pai Mei

Wick-It the Instigator creates an instant classic. But then again, anything that has to do with the Shaolin or the Wu-Tang Clan deserves its rightful place on this blogoteque.

FRED et marie: A Domestic French Short

Whoa. Advert my ass, this is a bona fide masterpiece!

Once and For All

I hinted in every way imaginable, yet she still kept her distance. Her scent alone would permeate my memories and dreams. And after all these years, I decided that I'd tell her once and for all, "We're not friends, you and I. Not when I have this much love for you."

C2C Ya in 2012

Welcome to the new year. It's gonna be full of cray.