Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 13 hours ago
A Vinyl Community live stream, playing and chatting vinyl records, new and old, from experimental music to dub, with healthy doses of post punk, indie, modern classical, electronic music, folk, psychedelia, hip hop, techno, global sounds, etc.
If you enjoyed this, maybe even found ideas of records to get, and want to tip your DJ & support the channel to do more of the same and better, you can do so here, it really makes a difference : ko-fi.com/stunty or paypal.me/stuntrockconfusion
I thought we had a good stream last week. and yet, the world seems even shittier and dangerous. Obviously, I don't expect any of this we're having here to impact the affairs of the world in any noticeable fashion. But I do hope we can all feel a little better, more courageous, more keen to question the questionable and the status quo. I have no metrics to evaluate any of this, and I do feel the weight of the world, of people, heavier than usual. And yet, I do have a bunch of exceptional new finds to share, and compliment the ever providing shelves. Hyperbole? Self-therapy? You be the judge of that, but I'm confident you'll agree the wolrd of music once again takes us by surprise.
I hope you are all doing as fine as you can, and that we'll do even a little better for 2-3 hours.
The devil’s in my neck.
Everything I hear is overviolined,
even the wind, even the wind.
It’s like walking in nurdles up to my chest,
squeaky and slow.
It’s spring, the blooming branches
nearly hide the many dead ones.
A squirrel, digging for a nut, upends my frail
tomato plant and fails
to replant it, even though he has the tools.
I find this kind of squirrely oblivion everywhere.
I was a man filled to the top
of my spine, filled to the lump
on the back of my head, with hope.
Then I read a few thousand history books.
Little, and nothing, perturbs me now.
Even the beheadings, even the giant meat hooks
in the sky, more frequent each day,
bother me not
a tittle, not a jot.
Robert Hampson, Daniel Kientzy, Sutekh, Jean Christophe Aveline, Holy Tongue, Scorn, Dean, Hurley, Jyl, Atom Heart, Uwe Schmidt, Enrique X. Macias, Mohn, Wolfgang Voigt, Spacemen 3, Lesiman, Jega, Mecanica Popular, Main, Live stream, music, vinyl records, vinyl community, Record collecting, record collection, Crate digging, discogs, Experimental Music, Jazz, ambient music, hip hop, industrial music, reggae, house music, avant garde, folk music, disco, world music, techno, psychedelic music, dub, outsider music, funk, minimal, pop, modern classical, global sounds, Post punk, tropical bliss, tropical malady, etc
A Vinyl Community live stream, playing and chatting vinyl records, new and old, from experimental music to dub, with healthy doses of post punk, indie, modern classical, electronic music, folk, psychedelia, hip hop, techno, global sounds, etc.
If you enjoyed this, maybe even found ideas of records to get, and want to tip your DJ & support the channel to do more of the same and better, you can do so here, it really makes a difference : ko-fi.com/stunty or paypal.me/stuntrockconfusion
I thought we had a good stream last week. and yet, the world seems even shittier and dangerous. Obviously, I don't expect any of this we're having here to impact the affairs of the world in any noticeable fashion. But I do hope we can all feel a little better, more courageous, more keen to question the questionable and the status quo. I have no metrics to evaluate any of this, and I do feel the weight of the world, of people, heavier than usual. And yet, I do have a bunch of exceptional new finds to share, and compliment the ever providing shelves. Hyperbole? Self-therapy? You be the judge of that, but I'm confident you'll agree the wolrd of music once again takes us by surprise.
I hope you are all doing as fine as you can, and that we'll do even a little better for 2-3 hours.
The devil’s in my neck.
Everything I hear is overviolined,
even the wind, even the wind.
It’s like walking in nurdles up to my chest,
squeaky and slow.
It’s spring, the blooming branches
nearly hide the many dead ones.
A squirrel, digging for a nut, upends my frail
tomato plant and fails
to replant it, even though he has the tools.
I find this kind of squirrely oblivion everywhere.
I was a man filled to the top
of my spine, filled to the lump
on the back of my head, with hope.
Then I read a few thousand history books.
Little, and nothing, perturbs me now.
Even the beheadings, even the giant meat hooks
in the sky, more frequent each day,
bother me not
a tittle, not a jot.
Robert Hampson, Daniel Kientzy, Sutekh, Jean Christophe Aveline, Holy Tongue, Scorn, Dean, Hurley, Jyl, Atom Heart, Uwe Schmidt, Enrique X. Macias, Mohn, Wolfgang Voigt, Spacemen 3, Lesiman, Jega, Mecanica Popular, Main, Live stream, music, vinyl records, vinyl community, Record collecting, record collection, Crate digging, discogs, Experimental Music, Jazz, ambient music, hip hop, industrial music, reggae, house music, avant garde, folk music, disco, world music, techno, psychedelic music, dub, outsider music, funk, minimal, pop, modern classical, global sounds, Post punk, tropical bliss, tropical malady, etc
