I’m sitting in my local just having a drink or five. It’s Friday night, it’s payday, my buddy’s pouring stiffies (you know…Mike…of previous post fame). The jukebox is playing the good, the bad, & lots of the ugly…everything from Nine Inch Nails to Hank III to Journey to Gogol Bordello…it’s a Good Thing. Very.

So, pardon me if I don’t really have an earth shattering rant or a sage blurb to dispense to the masses.


I deserve it! I preserve it! (Okok…no B-52’s references, I gotcha.) Damn it if I haven’t earned this cocktail and all it’s cousins!

I’m wishing y’all a Happy Fucking Friday and go tear some shit up with people you love. RIGHT NOW! Do it. Cuz if they’re really friends worth half their salt… they miss you. Even if you saw them yesterday.


[Disclaimer: I never said I was perfect. Or that I would entertain you to no end with an an unhealthy supply of rants and raves, of politics or pretty things. Of fantastical stories made up in my mind, or true horrific news most unkind. But here there are some lovely songs…to play, to hear, to mend your heart, your soul. It’s how I get through my day. And you?]


Part 1: Morning Coffee Playlist (Chill…)

Massive Attack – Man Next Door
Tosca – Busenfreund
Symbion Project – Soft Tempest
Worm is Green – Optimistic
Massive Attack – Risingson
Amon Tobin – Easy Muffin
Liquid Soul – Tagtraum
Air – Space Maker
Zoot Woman – Calmer

Part 2: Afternoon Stress-Stomper Playlist (Dance!)

VNV Nation – The Farthest Star
Depeche Mode – Stripped
Neuroticfish – The Bomb
Girls Under Glass – Frozen
E Nomine – Vater Unser
Imperative Reaction – Giving Into The Change
Project Pitchfork – Timekiller
De/Vision – Turn Me On
VNV Nation – Descent
Velvet Acid Christ – Icon
Seabound – Scorch The Ground
Wumpscut – Hang Him Higher (Instrumental)
Wolfsheim – The Sparrows and the Nightengales
Neuroticfish – M.F.A.P.L. 2008
Camouflage – The Great Commandment
Icon of Coil – Shelter

© 2011 D. Kessler

I know I’m all over the place here lately. New Year’s Resolutions, a rant about winter and the retail nightmare, a blurb about lesser headlines and a near-choked-up tribute to a recently dead-and-gone musician doesn’t really live up to my previous life as a post-every-day ranting lunatic, a political-and-entertainment-news op-ed wanna-be somewhat serious writer. But at least I’m writing/posting SOMETHING. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.

Yes, getting back in the groove of posting something meaningful every day, or at least somewhat entertaining, is proving to be harder than I’d like. Thank the ever-glorious SlaveBox aka Cubicle of Doom for zapping the light & life out of me by the time time I set foot on the bus home. Add to that a tiny (read 650 sq ft) apartment with three adults and two cats…and at least three-to-five large egos…all living, breathing, fighting and whatever else you can imagine and holy crap you’ve got a pickle of a situation. Where the hell am I supposed to squeeze in the time and mind-set to focus on a single topic let alone actually form an opinion about it? Um…yeah. *sigh* We’re working on that part, but bear with me for a while longer, okay? 

Here’s the plan…or at least a foggy semblance of an outline of a plan.

Since we be a nine-to-fiver (or thereabouts) during the week, expect some fluff dandelion_puffon the weekdays. Might be a gem that emerges here and there, but then it might just be some fluffy stuff floating between my ears.

Weekends are my time…all day in pajamas time…so that’s the time we hope to focus on getting some actual writing done. Think of Dy’s Mind’s Eye more like a weekly zine…in one or two installments. Hopefully part one on Saturday, part two on Sunday. Anyway…that’s the idea I’m runnin’ with. To be clear, we’ll be here everyday (hopefully) keeping the space warm, feeding the fire, handing out tid-bits to the masses…sides to the Main Entree, as it were. The supporting roles to the Saturday/Sunday Sit-Down.

That said, for today’s tid-bit I thought I’d share my Morning Coffee SlaveBox Playlist for today. Yes it’s fluff…but it’s nice fluff.  I’ve added links to various versions of most of the tunes via YouTube etc where available. Enjoy. 🙂

Morning Coffee SlaveBox Playlist

Massive Attack – Karmacoma
Stegasaurus Rex – Premumbra
Royksopp – Triumphant
Maia Krasnaia – On Ledianoi
Massive Attack – A Prayer For England 
Jel – Sweet Cream In It
Frederico Aubele – Postales 
Tricky – Overcome
Moby – Natural Blues
Massive Attack – Paradise Circus 
General Fuzz – Comfort Zone
Gotan Project – Tango Cancion 
PANTyRAID – Get the Money
Trance Fury – Guilt 
Mono – Silicone 
All India Radio – Lo Fi Groovy
Gotan Project – Vuelvo Al Sur
DJ Shadow- Midnight in a Perfect World
The Last Atlant – Anima Mundi
The Crystal Method – London

© 2011 D. Kessler

I’m wallowing in the loss of an amazing musician today. No, not Gerry Rafferty. No “Stuck in the Middle With You” going ’round my head. Puh-leez.

No. We have “Gentlemen Take Polaroids” in our head…and “Quiet Life“…and “Life in Tokyo“…and “When Love Walks In“…and “Dali’s Car“.

We mourn the passing of a gifted bassist, and influential composer, a bright shining light…Mick Karn.  Bassist  and collaborator for Japan, David Sylvian & Peter Murphy. He lost his battle with cancer today. He was only 52 years old.

I wrote this message today at his official site:

“So very sad to hear about Mick today. Too young. So gifted. I feel guilty I haven’t dug out my vinyl in ages…guilty that it takes such a tragic moment to get me off my ass and dust off those beloved albums.
Love the Light, Mick…How fantastic the Other Side must be.


© 2011 D. Kessler

Sunday morning in Seattle, sunny and cool (42 F) and I’m gearing up to write ’til my fingers start to lose all feeling.  This is necessary because I was awful and ADHD and easily seduced by all the fluff in the blogosphere yesterday.  After writing away for almost 2000 words, I thought I’d take a breather…notice, not a ‘break’…post what I had and allow myself a little Mudflats time, check my own rickety stats and visit a few other sites along the way…familiar ones like A Day in the Life and Seattle Daily Photo, and newly discovered ones like writer’s flow and Slutty McWhore.  Long story short…I didn’t get back to my story at all, even though I stayed up until 1:00 am with my cyber-crack-pipe.


SO. Thinking over my next move…I mean my characters next move, of course…I was deliberating on what he or she (there are two of them, you may know…if you have read any of what I’ve posted here) might be up to next.  What sets the tone, what determines what point of view will be unfolding on the page today?  Well, nothing will happen, I tell myself, if I do not get any coffee in me!

So, first order of business:  get coffee, a large one. Check!

THEN. There is this gawd-awful Anberlin song in my head and it’s been there for what seems likes days.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m older than their average fan base, that I just don’t listen to any Clear Channel Broadcasting (ie, crap radio) or because I still subscribe to the Goth/Industrial/PunkRock ethic, but I didn’t even know who Anberlin was until very recently.  Wait, no.  I STILL  don’t really know who they are…I just know that this song in my head is them because it’s on a stupid game on my iPhone.  I think in reality the song has only been in my head since last night…but it was playing throughout my dreams all night so I think I can safely say that, yes, it has been in my head for days and daysYou know how dream time is compressed and you can dream for what seems like many days going by and then the telephone wakes you up and it’s only been, like…40 minutes?  F**k…hate that.  Makes me feel like I’m losing my mind!  Not to mention it’s very exhausting, all that running around in the dream etc.

So, next order:  get rid of this crap in my head.  How?  Well, by replacing it with something else, of course!  And what better to put in my head than something that my character(s) would be listening to…you know…get inside their head.  Right on.  I know just the thing to push that puss-ass Anberlin piece-of-crap out my ass…Neurosis, Sepultura, Napalm Death.

Well, guess that solves that question too…from who’s point of view do I write the next section?  Such music really only perfectly fits of of my two main characters…

Okay.  All set.  Have drugs (caffeine).  Have loud heavy, bass-driven, drum-candy riot music that makes me wish I had dreadlocks to shake morosely at the floor in front of my feet while I rock back and forth on my heels and toes.  No thrashy big movments…just feeel the music, feeel the floor rumble…absorb the energy.

And spew it out into words on the page…


© 2008 D. Kessler