

?Quien es Rico23?It was a pleasant enough day for an unveiling ceremony. When I arrived there was already a formidable nebula of people in all directions, nevermind finding any sort of seating. The sun was still shining in its last throes of supremacy and painted the trees behind that ominous black cloth monolith with all the pleasant, muddled tones of a Monet painting you’d see at a high-falootin’ impressionist art exhibit. There was a backing band up on a side stage, filling up this idle period just before the ceremony with the loping rhythms of Soul and Funk essentials. The atmosphere seemed perfect for s?Quien es Rico23?


Let's Be a NationThere are movie buffs, music collectors, comic book collectors, perhaps even a classical literature buff. It seems that every medium of popular entertainment is bound to develop the remora-attachment of some sort of dedicated fan base. Fan bases have become an indelible part of pop culture and no entertainment medium shouts ‘pop culture’ louder than videogames. The videogame fan base, or ‘gamers’ as some prefer to be called, has grown exponentially since the birth of the medium in the late 70s. Much has changed since the early days of dank, cavernous arcades in which bespectacled competitorsLet's Be a Nation


Pixel's EdgeLosing my edge. Yes, losing my edge It’s an unmistakable sign The slashdots are no longer mine I’m losing my edge To kids from Scotland, and Little Havana And Montana But I was therePixel's Edge
I was there in 1980 When Miyamoto dug up Radar Scope parts And built Donkey Kong I’m losing my edge, to the kids Whose Adidas leave scuff marks on the EB carpet. I’m losing my edge To the message board kids Who can tell me the details of every Cid Who’s ever been in a Final Fantasy From 1987 to 2003.
I’m losing my edge To the kids in SF


Transmission 2Braised spareribs glazed gold and vivid orange in a mélange of gravies and doused in its own natural oil. Plumped sesame seeds. Some steamed Eastern vegetables on the side possibly, free of vat stem dyes and chem soaks. Spinach, bok-choi, tofu bricks. He was jacked back into reality clean enough to see Boss Tamastai’s roundhouse kick connect with the archaic ash brick wall he leaned upon. “An’ now I ham paying you to calcify? Come wif me!” Colin would have muttered under his breath but he remembered seeing the bills for Tamastai’s aural amTransmission 2


SpaceSpace. Quite a lovely place, no? The rich, the poor, the fighters, the pacifists…. And lots of bright blinking lights! Cannot leave those out, oh no! At any rate, seven people who have lived in space all their lives –and grown quite accustomed to those lovely little lights, were making all possible speed to a certain set of coordinates. What none of them knew, besides each other of course – not counting one exception to that, but we’re getting ahead – is that not only were they all going to same coordinates (a rather out of the way station orbiting a desert planet called Eridinas, who’s indigenous peoples had long since moved to the ice worldSpace


Peanut Butter Phantom SocietyThe room was white as an eggshell.Peanut Butter Phantom Society
It could crack any moment, and anything out there would just spill out and consume me. My eggshell was safe. It was also boring. Comfortable , cozy, safe, white, boring, boring boring.
I entertained myself to word games, decoding the talk of birds through the barred windows outside, and relishing in the fact that nothing bad is happening.It's been a few months now since I've been able to think about it in this padded cell, this sanctuary of mine. Thinking everything over. Thinking, recovering, and eventually coming to a conclusion.
I made it an a

Guess who's trying to get tickets. Also, Happy Mondays are playing in Birmingham, on the 27th. Might be my last chance to see the drugged up antics of Shaun and Bez! (if you didn't know, Shaun appears on the Gorillaz single, DARE, btw)
Factory fanboy information service, signing out.
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Fuck it, I'm out of here. Later to everybody who cared.
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"In an American God We Trust Fund. Let Freedom Bling!!"
Also, Brandon Flowers (of the Killers) dueted with Barney for Crystal at T in the park, in Scotland! It was weird actually, at the end of the bass solo-y part he always sung "need a little time to wake up..". Anyway, thoroughly awesome, I'll see if I can dig out some video footage for you, watched the coverage on BBC3 here. Also, I recorded Echo and the Bunnymen playing at the very same festival
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Quincy Archer hates you!
His supporting act, Iziz Abraham, was absolutely amazing. Same sort of approach as Vini, a guitar and percussion, only he was playing these Indian bongo things instead of drums. Here --> [link]
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"Sometimes the best solution to a problem is grabbing it by the throat and giving a hard twist."
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