The Froggacuda’s Top Ten Albums

The Froggacuda’s Top Ten Albums

  1. The The – Soul Mining
  2. Beastie Boys – Paul’s Boutique
  3. Chicane – Behind the Sun
  4. Depeche Mode – 101
  5. Oingo Boingo – Alive
  6. Kruder and Dorfmeister – The K+D Sessions
  7. Hybrid – Remix and Additional Production
  8. Original Concert Recording – Dance Craze (The Specials, The English Beat, The Selecter, Bad Manners, Madness, The Bodysnatchers)
  9. N.W.A. – Straight Outta Compton
  10. Original Movie Soundtrack – Hackers

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

  • Deee-Lite – World Clique
  • Nine Inch Nails – Pretty Hate Machine

Worthy of posting January 2010 — we’ll see how this list stands up in 2020. I challenge you to do the same thing.

DJ LURK: UP and DOWN

The 2009 compilation — called UP and DOWN — is now available for download. In the spirit of consuming less physical resources, this is the digital distribution; download and burn at your convenience. There are two discs, each of which will fit on an 80 minute audio CD, so feel free to rip your own copies for the car, boat, etc.

For those of you not familiar with my DJ Lurk persona and his obsessive music hobby, he is in the habit of releasing a compilation of the songs, both old and new, that topped his personal charts over the course of a year. Since it is boring to include the same old version you hear all the time, extensive work has gone into hand-selecting face-melting remix versions, so even if you can’t stand Katy Perry or Natasha Bedingfield, give it a whirl anyways. Enjoy!

You can download the zip file here (right-click and save as…231.4mb).

TRACKLISTING:

DISC ONE: DOWN
01 Steve Jablonsky – Decepticons
02 Depeche Mode – Walking in My Shoes (Ambient Whale Version)
03 Oasis – Wonderwall (Full Tilt Remix)
04 Coldplay – Life in Technicolor
05 Maroon 5 – Wake Up Call (Ultimix)
06 T.I. featuring Rihanna – Live Your Life (Ultimix)
07 Keri Hilson featuring Lil Wayne – Turnin’ Me On
08 Kid Cudi featuring Kanye West and Common – Make Her Say
09 The Fixxers – Can U Werk Wit Dat (Funkymix)
10 Ray J featuring Yung Berg – Sexy Can I (R.E.E.O. Mix)
11 David Banner featuring Chris Brown – Get Like Me (Funkymix)
12 50 Cent vs Nine Inch Nails – In Da Club (Scooter’s Closer Mix)
13 Fergie vs The Violent Femmes – London Bridge (DJ Yoda’s Blister in the Sun Mix)
14 DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince – Megamix
15 Lonely Planet featuring T-Pain – I’m On a Boat
16 LMFAO – Girl Can’t Help It (Funkymix)
17 Lady Gaga – Poker Face (X-Mix)
18 P!nk – So What (Ultimix)

DISC TWO: UP
01 Peter Luts and Dominico – What a Feeling (X-Mix)
02 Eric Prydz – Call on Me (Radio Edit)
03 Keri Hilson – Energy (Ultimix)
04 Beyonce – Diva (Red Top Mix)
05 Nadia Ali – Fine Print (Serge Deviant Radio Edit)
06 Katy Perry – Waking Up in Vegas (Manhattan Clique Bellagio Remix)
07 Nic Chagall featuring Jonathan Mendelsohn – This Moment (Prog Mix Live Edit)
08 Tiesto and Sneaky Sound System – I Will Be Here (Wolfgang Gartner Remix)
09 Frou Frou – Breathe In (Watkins Vocal Mix)
10 Chicane vs Natasha Bedingfield – Bruised Water (Michael Woods Full Vocal Mix)
11 R.E.M. – The Great Beyond (Hybrid Mix)
12 Underworld – Rez-Cowgirl (Live at Creamfields 2003)

Compilation is (C) 2009 Impeccable Taste, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE ORIGINAL ARTISTS. Special thanks to Lilith Michaels, Delvin, BunnyKitty, Woodweaver, T-Boz, DJ Yoda, Scooter, Radio 1’s Essential Mix, Pete Tong, The Green Teem, and all of you who move and inspire.

How Songs Become Old Friends

Some tracks just resonate with you. These are the ones that get stuck in your head, or you find yourself quoting lyrics from them, or — the most telling tale — you keep playing them over and over again because they move and inspire, as Landmark Education would describe this feeling. That’s why I make “compilations” of tunes every year; even the year I said I was going to stop making compilations, I made a compilation. I just didn’t make physical copies with custom covers and inserts and liner notes, which takes hours and days and months to perfect, in 2008 or — most likely — in 2009. I give them away for free because they’re my way of communicating. It’s a way to say something along the lines of “here’s what I played for myself all of this year; hope you like some of it” in a palpable format.

What’s a real trip is letting this sink in: I have been making these compilations every year for 12+ years now. That is just a count of the official, main compilations; sometimes more than one disc, but always tuned to fit on an audio CD (OK the Old Skool Hip Hop McGee Mix can’t, but there are always exceptions). There are adjunct comps, live mixes, bootlegs, extra cuts that couldn’t quite make it, times I didn’t record while spinning to an international audience on the Mordenkainen’s Parlour stream, and practice stuff — some of which I recorded and some of which I didn’t.

When engaged in the constant act of choosing music you like for 12+ years on a day-by-day basis, you know what you like and what you don’t like. Everybody does that. That is why everybody is a DJ. The crucial difference is that I recorded it. This fact sets me apart from the rest of the amateur record-scratchers and mix-tapers. Why don’t you go pull out one of your old mix tapes or CDs, or an old .m3u playlist and try to understand what you were thinking about when you felt passionate — or bored — enough to actually press the record button and pick some songs in a particular order. Or did you give them all away to potential booty calls?

Songs become old friends when you play them enough. Ensconced between the lyrics and the bassline, the drums and the swells, a personal soundtrack has embedded itself into the fabric of the music. Playing certain tracks is evocative to you in a way that nobody else is going to get just like you. Sharing these particular musical missives with others is, I believe, a fundamental art form. That’s why I do it.

So when I spend hours listening to my compilations, in order or on shuffle play, it has become something akin to going to church. The best way that I can be a Shaman for everyone is to bring something back; that is certain compositions of music, perhaps in a certain order. I love these sermons. Because I recorded them myself of myself in space and time. When I press record, I realize that it is a positive, creative, wonderful thing that I have the cojones to take a deep breath and go live for posterity.

Dust Your Own Pedestal

Ask yourself this question:

Do you put yourself on a pedestal?

Yeah, now that I think about it, touching that soul-searching apparatus that has been gathering dust in the basement for a while. Dust your own pedestal. Take the marble bust of yourself off of the Doric column you have in your mind, and while you’re at it: move the papier mache it is levitating on and vaccuum under that. You’ll find some interesting dust bunnies; I guarantee it.

I am not saying after [insert years of life on earth since birth] years you don’t deserve your own statue on some sort of fancy plinth, but you can’t rest on your laurels (or laurel wreath). You have to keep swimming, like a shark, to breathe that stuff of imagination and innovation, the basic H2O that is the 98% of my human body and 96% of this Budweiser here at my elbow that I am consuming. Sure, there is a certain amount of complacency-to-years-lived ratio that you are owed, but if you really do a good job at dusting, you’ll be shocked by the amount of taking-yourself-for-granted buildup there really is on your little monument to yourself.

Metaphor clear? I can’t recognize who that is in my own personal cleanup on aisle five. Time for some gritty cleaner, like Bar Keeper’s Friend, to get in there and scrub that grout. Note how cheezily you chiseled this sculpture out in the first place. You start looking around and flushing to the face as you clean house as you know full well how to clean house. What took you so long?

I’ll tell you why: trophies are easier to earn than the upkeep to keep them on display and dust-free. And prizes don’t mean shit to me. Neither does this bust on this pedestal, the ultimate Caesarian nod to your own ego. If you had your 15 minutes of fame, then sit down and shut up when your timer is at zero. At some point, when the spotlight is dead, you’ll be the one that will be dusting your collection of whatevers and muttering to yourself that you aren’t appreciated. That’s pathetic.

The lesson is embedded in the hard work of dusting; cleaning house; polishing the things you have so that you appreciate them again; lifting your eyes to the horizon rather than the task at hand, even if you are a filthy animal while you get the job done. The reward is tangible: you approve of your job at cleaning, if not that artifact in your museum, and you move on. Perhaps to dust the next dinosaur bone in your closet. But you do a good job of it at your own thorough pace, nonetheless.

Clean on.

The Strength of Street Knowledge

I have always wanted to record this set…so today I asked myself what is stopping me? Aphrodite is a visionary for being able to take old skool hip hop jams and transform them into this crazy jump-up drum & bass with his signature style. Every time I have broken this stuff out, whether it’s to end a night of partying or battling some sucka DJ, this never fails to blow my mind. At 1 hour and 5 minutes it will handily fit on a CD for bumpin’ in your ride at stoplights.

Opening sample is the legendary beginning of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton:

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge…

right-click to download

TRACKLISTING:

  1. N.W.A. – Gangsta Gangsta (Aphrodite Mix)
  2. Da Luniz – I Got Five On It (Urban Takeover)
  3. Blackstreet – No Diggity (Aphrodite Mix)
  4. Beastie Boys – Body Movin’ (Movin’ in Kent)
  5. Jungle Brothers – Jungle Brother (True Blue) (Aphrodite Mix)
  6. Natural Born Chillers – Rock the Funky Beats (Aphrodite Mix)
  7. Frou Frou – Breathe In (Aphrodite Remix)
  8. Smoke City – Underwater Love (Aphrodite Mix)
  9. Beastie Boys – Intergalactic (Prisoners of Technology Remix)
  10. A Tribe Called Quest – Once Again (Twista Mix)
  11. Pharcyde – Passing Me By (Aphrodite Mix)
  12. NWA – Dopeman (Prisoners of Technology Club Mix)
  13. Fugees – Ready Or Not (Aphrodite Mix)
  14. Warren G – This DJ (Aphrodite Mix)
  15. Method Man & Redman – How High (Aphrodite Mix)

My Feet Won’t Touch the Ground

Occasionally I am transported. Somewhere where people actually mean what they say and have no games to play. It’s like being in a Coldplay song, like Life in Technicolor, where you can’t decide if the song is more pure as an instrumental — where everyone has a smile in their eyes and is pulling in the same direction — or if it really takes another album and another shot at the song as a full-blown vocal track. I think that the best songs will stand alone either way. So thank you, SAT, for breaking my anti-Coldplay stance on the undeniable rocks of “wow, this is really good”.

You know, folks, I am aware that people think what they think of me. I am okay with that, because you still seek me out for my opinion. It must matter. I find that stunning, and then a real honor. But baby, it’s a violent world. Everything counts in large amounts. Telling the truth is never easy, but it is the most universally recognized sign of sincerity. I have been reticent to blog on my own blog because of an old racket of mine: I think too much about what the audience — whatever or whoever that may be — will think of what I have to say. It defeats the purpose of the technology.

Publishing in an instant for all history to record is a serious responsibility. Please contribute something to the blogosphere that is worth recording. Remember all the people who died to bring you this freedom, this technology, this lifestyle, this freedom, this ability to type letter after letter, purse your lips, read it again slightly aloud, and then press the Publish button.

Say something that matters. Speak from your heart. Scribe it in electronic papyrus; chisel it in the ones and zeroes of the Intarwebs. Send it out there beyond your control, but remember that you birthed it. Create content, or else you will have a hollow life manipulating other people’s creations for a living. Be a catalyst.

I know from my experience that when the bat hits the meat of the ball, and I can feel that thrum through my muscles, and I life my gaze to the far wall of the park, a smile dawns on my face: this is good. And then my feet don’t touch the ground for a while. You taught me that feeling long ago; you remind me of it tonight. And I thank you for it.

Can Anyone Hear Me?

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I (heart) Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle

So I happen to be re-reading Larry Niven / Jerry Pournelle “Footfall”, and I am struck by this passage:

“…as far as I know, though, Michael is the only quick and dirty way we have to get a battleship into space.”

“Michael?” The President asked.

“Sorry, sir. We’ve already given it a code name. The Archangel Michael cast Satan out of Heaven.”

“Appropriate enough name. However, our immediate problem is to get them out of Kansas…”

ART OF SCRUM: Dining Room? Hells no; it’s a WAR ROOM!

At GreenHouse, where I am the Chief Technology Officer, I am in charge of bringing bleeding edge, revolutionary, creative and inexpensive business optimization tools to bear for all strata of the company in order to make my teammates and executives have productive and fun days doing what we are doing. Which, by the way, is changing the world for the better. Nothing, not even the iPhone, comes close to the wonders we have achieved with a $14 4′ x 8′ piece of tileboard and a $20 Expo Dry Erase System. That’s right, people: I am talking whiteboards. Again.

Stick the clutch and change gears with me for a minute. As many of you know, I had a previous life teaching; college, high school, tutoring, Boy Scouts, by example… Due to the necessity of the ever-evolving requirements at our company, and the need to foster teamwork and agile communication, I have been teaching GreenHouse Scrum. Honesty, embracing change, active collaboration, knowing you have a team with you, daily standups, squeaky toys — all of the soundbyte stuff that sticks well in the mind. Meanwhile, a routine is being built; expectations are being set; issues bubble up to the surface instead of being swept under the rug or left for someone else to discover; you stop working in a vaccuum and one person can communicate what the rest of your Team is doing while you’re the only one of them going out to lunch with the business owners.

This started way back in history…when I moved in with Kleptus and brought a whiteboard, which I would occasionally would draw on to make a point about Delicious Cake. Or he would draw the islands of Hawaii and point out the Na Pali coastline. When we started working together at GreenHouse — in the office affectionately named “The Armpit” — I got two of the aforementioned sheets of tileboard, hijacked some underused dry erase markers, and a roll of paper towels for an eraser and we got busy:

  • Lists of Things to Do
  • Important Phone Numbers
  • John Galt is Talking to Me and My Head Will Explode if I Do Not Write This Down
  • Nature Is Pissed (a sticker at the top of one of the tileboards)
  • My Brain Hurts (a sticker on the other whiteboard)
  • Flowcharts
  • Tension Maps
  • Charts, Graphs, and Other Wildly Inaccurate Sketches
  • Treasure Maps
  • “-ISMS” (quotes heard ’round the office that stopped productivity for a minute or two due to uncontrollable laughter and repetition of the phrase)
  • Grand Schemes, Miscellaneous Plots, and Unattainable Goals
  • Etcetera

Here is the simple truth about whiteboards: If it is writ large upon the wall, it is semi-public information. Which makes you much more aware of whatever it is. Especially if it is your responsibility to get it done. Fact. Try it. Post your to-do list on a little whiteboard — or even a clipboard (easily scavenged office supply) on your office door or cubicle wall in plain sight, and see how uncomfortable you are with that often-trumpeted and rarely attained goal of transparency.

That is why, when Kleptus and I moved into what we dubbed “the War Room” from “the Armpit Office”, we made the most of it: we plastered tileboard EVERYWHERE. Add a conference room table, a bunch of chairs, and a leather couch, and we had a command center for GreenHouse Energy and Builders to operate in.

Then, we introduced Scrum.

Scrum is not — as it might sound — a new strain of Swine Flu; rather, it is an agile project management methodology. In my experience, Scrum is best applied with liberal whiteboards. My teams — which, by the bye, are kicking ass — have all their progress project-by-project slapped on the wall of the War Room every day. These notes are then photographed and inserted jumbo-size into the Google Doc of notes from the Daily Scrums. Business Owners can peer into these notes whenever they desire; they can’t, however, come interrupt a Daily Standup Meeting (though they do). Battle Plans are drawn. Logistical Nightmares. BHAGs. The best is when we as a Team can point at a couple square feet of wall and say “those were the stack-ranked priorities, and we got them all done”.

For my Scrum-certified sisters and brothers out there, who are undoubtedly gouging their eyes out with the edges of their Story-and-Task sticky notes, their velocity and burndown charts, and their accurate-information-filled Scrum boards, I say you this: results are the fruit of Scrum, and measurable, incremental, agile steps forward from the Sprint the week before are the hallmark of change management, not a wholesale paradigm shift. No organization has embraced Scrum as wholeheartedly as GreenHouse has, because the benefits are too numerous to mention — and too nebulous right now to say it is true Scrum traction. But daily communication, weekly due dates, and almost a month of proto-Scrum under our belt has produced phenomenal results, and I am very honored to be a member of the three Teams that I am a part of at my workplace. We get iiiissshhhht done.

So the point of this personal blog post — and from whence the title is derived — is the fact that I have a whole two bedroom, one bath house to myself, and I had this dream I had a formal dining room where I could have sit-down dinners and invite people over to enjoy themselves. You know, stemware, matching silverware, whorederves, etc. I just hung two framed whiteboards in my dining room. I think I will measure and install hidden screws behind them so I can take them down and quickly hang thrift store art in case I need to “be formal” in that room, but for now, my dining room is my personal War Room. Whiteboards galore. My laptop and a printer and broadband Internet. A conference (dining) table for six in case I need a bigger Team. What works at work is sometimes the best way to get things done at home. Personally.

BACKLOG OF THINGS TO DO:

  1. Use your War Room
  2. Feasibility Study and Stack Ranking
  3. Sprint

My Blog is — apparently — my Whiteboard. Keeps me honest, agile, and communicating!

Music Should Be Loud

“it’s been a long time…I shouldn’t have left you / Without a strong rhyme to step to”

That is the opening lyric to Erik B and Rakim’s legendary and elemental “You Know You Got Soul“. It always humbles me to re-learn this fundamental fact of life every time I am alone and I turn up my stereo. Because my sound-producing systems are a power-sucking, overwhelming, disgustingly 70’s speaker-studded monstrosity that has not stretched its wicked claws in almost a year. With Kleptus and teh Office Qween (and the loveable brats) moving upstairs, the animal is waking from slumber. It misses it’s counterpart, a big stainless steel bear affectionately called Teh Kegerator. I might point out that using a Kegerator (especially if you have a Kvar system in place) is actually greener than recycling all those cans and bottles. Walk the walk, bitches.

So I am totally head-over-heels in love with Chicane featuring Natasha Bedingfield – Bruised Water. That link is specifically the Adam K Remix. It’s been a long time…since I have heard a track that every single version is stellar. Plus, it helps that Natasha Bedingfield is crazy fuckin’ hawt. I had to search for this, but check out the original video with the updated mix. But let’s not get twisted; the message and the mermaid from the original remix outing is drool-fuel, too.

“so let down my guard / drop my defenses / down by my clothes…I’m learning to fall / with no safety net / to cushion the blow”

That’s about where I am at, but moving steadily on radar. Stay tuned; especially to Mordenkainen’s Parlour.