F.U.N.

¿Por qué 8?

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¿Por qué no?

(Este top 8 no tiene un orden en especifico, hay muchos discos que me gustaron y que omití por que algunos amigos ya los recomendaron en sus respectivos espacios y por que 8373 blogs seguro ya los metieron en sus listas de lo mejor del 2016)

Weyes Blood / Front Row Seat To Earth

Esa sensación de alivio cuando tu mamá, tu abuelita, tu papá, o quien sea que haya sido tu figura protectora de la infancia se acerca a levantarte de una caída muy fea que acabas de tener y te da un beso en la frente, a eso suena este disco.

Savages / Adore Life

Este disco es ese puño de la portada a punto de destruirte la nariz o de invitarte a alzar el tuyo con enojo y emoción, tu decides de que lado te pones.

Death Grips / Bottomless Pit

Suciedad humana, distorsiones a tope, beats acelerados y un flow muy cabrón lleno de enojo, directo a la mandíbula.

Daedelus / Labyrinths

Beats deliciosos, letras inteligentemente sexys, un erudito de la electrónica detrás de un acto increíble de malabares de sintetizadores y cajas de ritmo.

Skúli Sverrisson, Hilmar Jensson, Arve Henriksen / Saumur

Cuando el código se convierte en música y hace el amor con distintos instrumentos de antaño, el orgasmo lo alcanza cuando roza con diversas voces que aparecen como calambres deliciosos.

Acidandali / Ácidolandia

¿Han tratado de organizar sus ideas cuando están en un momento de crisis absoluta? Inténtenlo con tres cabezas que tienen ese caos interno y que el 97% del dialogo entre si se logra mediante improvisaciones sonoras.

Vyctoria / V

Este disco es la luz que ves cuando va a amanecer, pero no es la luz del sol, es otra luz que brilla del otro lado, no sabes lo que es pero no puedes quitar tu atención de ella.

Japanese Breakfast / Psychopomp

La historia detrás de este disco te rompe el corazón, todo lo contrario a lo que provoca al escucharlo, Michelle Zauner logra una catarsis mágica al reemplazar el sentimiento de perdida con sonidos que van de lo más dulce a lo eufórico en segundos.

I.

If you’re a good guy, you don’t gotta keep saying you’re a good guy. In fact, just stop saying who and what you are and:

A. Let others do that for you and —

B. Just do the things that SHOW who you are. Normally, it’s the dude puffing his chest out in the quest to be the all mighty alpha, that has the least valuable thing to add to the conversation.

Also, just shut the fuck up more often. Period.

II.

If she turns you down, walk away, holmes. Like, really. Do some yoga, contemplate life, jog around the block, call ya’ moms…

Whatever.

But, whatever you do, leave her the fuck alone, bruh.

III.

Give up ya' seat, fam. On the bus, On the train. Like, I get it. You had a hard day, too. You was at ya’ desk flirting with ya' work wife, or you was standing up all day at the construction site working for The Man. I feel you. But, she had to go through shit you can’t even fathom. Plus, its just a nice fucking thing to do. It ain’t that serious.

You can sit yo' ass down when you get home. I know you got a couch at the crib, shun.

IV.

Be honest. Like, I done had some very fuckboy moments. I’ve lied, I’ve cheated, made promises I ain’t keep, ran from situations with no real explanation as to why.

All you got is ya’ word. Stand by it.

Stand behind it. If you are honest FROM THE JUMP, it just saves you a whole lotta trouble. Someone may still get hurt or even hate your existence, but hey, at least you can say you were upfront. Intentions are everything. EVERYTHING. Be aware of yours. Be honest with the people in your life, But most importantly, be yourself.

V.

Stop trying to police feelings, hair, body parts, clothing…

JUST STOP!

Yes, we live in a free society, with free will. Deal. People will do and/or say what they want, how they want, and when they wanna do it.

Yes, you can have an opinion. but said opinion does not have to be demeaning or offensive. She’s breastfeeding in public? That bothers you? You saying anything gonna make her say, “You know what, lemme stop doing this natural thing with my natural body that yo’ natural ass momma did for you when you was a little ass person?”

Nah. So stop.

She’s twerking? Bet ya’ moms woulda twerked for MLK if he came down 138th and the Grand Concourse.

Check why YOU’RE offended, homie.

VI.

Stop catcalling. Just stop. There’s mucho places to get ya holla’ on:

The club, library, college campus, class, bar, museum, party, coffee shop, concert, zoo, aquarium, a baseball game, at work, the dentist’s office...

Just don’t do it in the street.

And if you reeeeeally need to have the convo, don’t grab her arm or pull her, champ. If she got earphones in, let her be.

And unless you are also reading The Framework for Dissecting White Male Privilege in the 21st Century* too, let her be. Smile, and keep it moving.

I just made that title up. Cool title, though, huh?

VII:

Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics. Do not send unrequested dick pics.

DO. NOT.

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VIII.

Don’t hit her. Don’t rationalize hitting her. Don’t make veiled comments about hitting her. If she’s pregnant don’t threaten her with hitting her. If you ain’t laying hands on her for a massage, a prayer, or some coital action, nah. No excuse...

None.

She tryna’ put hands on you? Walk away, call the police, Jump out a window, I dunno...

Just, nah.

IX.

Don’t be a creep. Don’t follow her home. Don’t send creepy texts and DMs. Don’t call her a thot or a bitch or a ho or a slut when she curve you. That’s life, man. Dust ya' self off. You will live.

X.

Be aware of your privilege as a man and don’t use it to be a coward or a sucker by saying and doing things to take advantage. Be understanding, LISTEN to others. Just because you hurt doesn’t mean you get to hurt another. I know we as men have been taught that’s soft or whatever, but we gotta invest time for love and healing and compassion and understanding. That’s real strength. You wanna lead with machismo and brute force? Cool. Just know you won’t last very long. The journey we on ain’t for the faint of heart. Leave a stamp on the world that matters. In every interaction, be humble and gentle and sincere.

The wind can be gentle and firm. It’s still the wind, though. So, be that.

And not a fuckboy.