Playlist for 12/5/22

Been listening to these guys since high school, on and off. Consistently excellent!

In other news, I’m still working out, just in a calorie deficit so my energy feels lower. I can leg press 190 pounds now, and am getting comfortable with single leg RDLs. I’m losing visible weight, which is nice, and still rock climbing. My technique in rock climbing has improved and I can really feel a flow when I go up an easy route.


Once upon a time, in a land far away… the land is San Francisco, where I lived at the time. I lived one street down from Haight-Ashbury (if you’re 45 or 50 or over, you’ll have heard of the street) and a 5 minute walk to Golden Gate Park. So one random day, me and my ex went on a walk and ended up on Hippie Hill, where everyone brings drums and gets stoned in the middle of the day (not sure if that still happens now). However, this day, we sat on a lawn full of hippies, more of them than usual, younger than usual… but after a moment, I noticed that these hippies were fake ones. Not dirty, not high, not smiling at nothing, not nodding to some unheard music, not washed out and older, and glaring at us… what the hell? Shiny hippies in spotless rags?

Then we noticed the signs. Something like, “We’re filming a music video here and if you show up, you might be in the video.” Well, okay, then. California is full of that kind of thing, especially the closer to LA you go.

Then FUCKING CARLOS SANTANA comes out onto the lawn, everybody rushes in, and I get a totally uncalled for, random-ass, free Santana mini-concert right then and there. Oh my god, he is good. Almost transcendental. This was witnessed by sooo many people, yet I can’t find that video. It’ll have to live on in my memory.

So that’s how I got introduced to Santana’s music.

Casualties of Cool

I listen to a variety of things while I work my day job. StarTalk, video game lore, interviews, speeches, lectures, etc. – it’s all a search away. Sometimes I listen to music. And sometimes I find something unusual that I’ve never come across.

So what’s trippy, gritty, ghostly, noirish, and spacey at the same time? What can bring to my mind Cowboy BeBop or a pod of whales floating in space having a conversation? I’m years late, but glad I found Casualties of Cool.

What I Listen to at the Gym

I’m a rock music person. I love classic rock, metal, what used to be called “alternative” in the 90s (am I dating myself?), indie rock, etc. Anything with a big, pounding beat that isn’t too fast or too slow, that isn’t tinny, muted, or delicate. I like the music that I can feel in my chest.

Sometime this year, I found The Hu. I’ve been listening to them at the gym and I’m hooked. Maybe it’s because of the 1% Mongolian in me, or maybe they’re just good and interesting and people just want to listen to something old(er) in a new way. Like, metal and throat singing? Those awesome stringed instrument I don’t know the name of plus electric guitar? I hope that this using-your-culture’s-traditional-instrument with modern music doesn’t stop, because the results sound so damn cool.